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Bring the sorrow and joy of life, trepidation and comfort, poetry and violence
A little bit of it is depicted
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A complex and fascinating trajectory of destiny
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This is a collection of short and medium stories by Yangzhou writer Tang Chengnan, including seventeen novels created in various periods.
In "A Big Tree Wants to Fly", the shoe repair master Lao Zhang, who lost his son at the door of the department store in the early years, and later spent the rest of his life searching, and finally found that his son became the scum of the evil party and was hit hard;
The peasant father in "Running Rice Field" who is still in his fifties and has a fairytale pursuit of his rice cultivation ideals;
The couple in "The Winter of Republican Road" who married because of heroism and finally lost to daily life;
Hu Dajiang, the boss of "Old Hu Ji", who cuts beef by hand writing poems, and Wang Xiuying, who likes to tell stories of "others" to relieve his bitterness;
The literary and artistic young uncle in "We Still Have Fish Here" who was tossed by life obediently and could not be satisfied...
Tang Cheng's poetic meaning of Difficult Jiangnan writes about the daily humility of these little people. Those worldly warmths mixed in the feathers of a place, those joys and sorrows that are still full of thirst for light in the midst of forbearance, are the daily survival of ordinary people.
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I don't look forward to my father so much as I look forward to the basket on his back. The gadgets that I brought back from all over always got me excited. Gadgets are nothing more than a few grains of sugar, a few glass balls, half a cane, an unfinished homework book (snatched by Ah Sheng, but it never writes homework), or two pieces of hard baked bread. Once my father brought back four yellow peaches that were about to rot, yellow-orange-orange-orange sticks, and I saw them for the first time. Four peaches were not enough points, the father himself did not eat, gave to Grandpa, Silly Ying'er, me, and Ah Sheng.
Grandpa's was not willing to eat, he used a knife to remove the peach meat little by little and feed it to the old female monkey. The orange-yellow juice kept flowing down the surface of the knife, and at the moment when it was about to fall, Grandpa reached out and caught it with his mouth.
I was not yet born when my grandfather ran the rivers and lakes, and he was not like my father carrying a snakeskin bag or a basket, but carrying two boxes.
"Two boxes of flat shoulders, monkeys on the shoulders." The jianghu said that the monkey man is called "picker", "picker" two ends of the box is divided into a head box and two boxes, the head box is placed in the monkey's mask, hat, clothing, these are made by grandpa himself, the mask should be cut according to the size of the monkey's face, the old female monkey can perform eight plays, there must be eight masks, namely Bao Gong, Mu Guiying, Hua Mulan, Yang Silang, Wu Song, Xue Pinggui, Pig Eight Precepts, Du Shiniang.
Fathers can also do it, monkeys vary in height, and their clothing is naturally different; the second box is filled with some debris. When walking the lake, the head box must be facing forward, and the direction cannot be reversed when changing shoulders to carry the burden.
When it comes to the father playing monkey, there is no need for two boxes, and the father wants to pick up the train, and the box is inconvenient. But there were also a lot of things in the box, neatly stacked in the back basket.
Grandpa's two boxes were never used again, and they were kept under the plank bed where I slept.
It was Grandpa's idea. He wanted to leave it to me, to pass it on from generation to generation, to carry forward the monkey show. But my father was extremely opposed to my future monkey play, and he hoped that I would study hard, go to university, and honor my ancestors.
They were both stubborn people, each holding a point of view, neither communicating nor making a fuss, but they did not say a word on the box - Grandpa moved the box to my room, My Father moved it back, Grandpa moved it again, Father moved it again, back and forth several times, the box disappeared. They searched around the room and finally found it in the belly of the bed. I hid it. Neither of them said anything about it, squatted at the head of the bed and watched for half a day, each of them craned their necks and went out.
I had never opened that chest, just as I had never seen a sand monk open his chest. When I realized some kind of connection and unusualness between them, I became more convinced that Ah Sheng must not be an ordinary monkey.
Let's talk about my father's back basket. This time he ran back to the jianghu, and there were no gadgets in the back basket, only the hard things wrapped in clothes--the father took it out of the back basket, put it on the ground, and untied the clothes layer by layer--his movements were very slow, very light, as if he could not bear to exert force, and as if he was weak, and could not exert more strength--the clothes faded, it was a monkey, the female monkey who ran with him. Father's eyes were red, his head was bowed, and his head seemed to have nothing to support, hunched over his left shoulder. Grandpa stood on the other side, leaning forward, right angles folded into sharp corners.
The female monkey was on the way back. The father and the mother monkey waited for a day on the mound outside the Chengdu marshalling station before they saw a freight train slowly coming in. They picked up "open cars", which had no roof and were very high. When the father jumped in like a monkey, he was not discovered.
The carriage was full of machines, large and small, crowded together. It is a load-bearing train with wheels and rails rumbling as it travels. Trains don't run fast, and passenger trains have to stop and give way. The friction of the wheels against the rails, the crashing of the two carriages, the crash of the machine rocking left and right, the sound of the train starting and stopping, father felt as if he were falling towards them.
Later, my father finally found a small piece of flat land in a corner, a day and a night's journey, and there was no place to sleep. At night, the train shook violently in the confusion, and it was another time, and my father did not open his eyes, and from experience, he probably changed the front of the train. Father continued to sleep, amid all kinds of harsh friction and impact.
Suddenly, the father felt himself being pushed away by something, lifted up, and then there was a jolt in the waist, and a scream that penetrated the clouds. The father woke up, and in the darkness of the night, the machine was overturned, and he touched his mother monkey with his hand to determine if it was safe and sound. But my father's hands were frozen, and his hands were wet and sticky.
The father changed the mother monkey into clean clothes, his own, a half-new blue placket. The clothes were long, and the mother monkey seemed to be nothing in the empty clothes. The mother monkey was buried on the edge of the vegetable patch, and the soil that came out was new green, forming a small solid bag.
It was all done, and the father suddenly covered his face with his hand, the sun shining on his fingers, and every wrinkle was clearly visible. After a while, he rubbed his eyes hard with his thick fingers like purple sugarcane, and slowly walked home with a shovel.
The death of the female monkey was a great blow to the father, and it was difficult for the father to bear it both materially and spiritually. For many days, my father looked depressed, and he sat on the fence of the pigsty, lit a cigarette, and silently stared at the small dirt bag not far away, and we shouted behind him for a long time without hearing it. This state lasted for a long time, until his gaze met Ah Sheng.'s.
Ah Sheng had come to hand his father a cigarette, and he was very good at observing the color. It picked up a cigarette butt from the ground and shoved it into its father's mouth—it was really a "stuff", stuffed involuntarily. The cigarette butt was blocked by the father's lips, and then clamped with his teeth, ah sheng then released his hand, it drew a match (not drawn), and also shoved the matchstick into the father's mouth.
Father was amused, he had not laughed like this for many days, he turned to look at Ah Sheng, and suddenly found that this little monkey that he had once kept in his pocket had grown into a young man.
It was at this time that my father decided to take Ah Sheng to run the rivers and lakes.
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