A life-and-death experience as a child. Bringing up this matter now, in the words of the adults at that time, it is really fateful! It happened when I was about 6 years old, on a cold winter morning, for me

A life-and-death experience as a child.

Bringing up this matter now, in the words of the adults at that time, it is really fateful!

It happened when I was about 6 years old, on a cold winter morning, I came to a small river not far from home, looked at the thick ice that had frozen above, and involuntarily ran up to play skating, when there was no one around, that is, in an instant, the ice under my feet suddenly broke and fell into the river. Now that I think about it, I was wearing thick cotton clothes and cotton pants, I couldn't swim yet, and I was able to climb ashore by chance.

I remember that because I was afraid of going home and being beaten, I sat in the sun to warm up, or when my eldest brother came out to find me, he carried me home.

It was my grandmother who was at home taking care of me, and I remember that after she heard me say what had happened, she cried in fright, took off all my clothes and tucked me into the bed. I heard her keep saying, "Thank god for your blessing!"

Later, the small river was drained and ready to build a building, and I clearly remember that after the water was pumped, there was a large black coffin under the river.

Grandma said that there must be a good person here, and you can be glad to be ashore at that time.

Now that I think about it, I was really destined to do it!