Shot one: Lean man, when he goes out, look at the moon, it is round. On the shoulder is a heavy shoulder of charcoal, walking forty miles, wearing stars and wearing the moon, sent to the famous Hongqi Farm near and far, you can earn two yuan of foot power. Then put the two yuan wallet well, go to the farm worker's home, knock low on the door, lose the smiley face, and say that the family can not survive can not change some sweet potatoes. Most people "bang" the door, feel noisy at home doze, occasionally encounter good intentions, can finally change back to half a bag of sweet potatoes, if not back, change to other grains. When he came back, he was light on his shoulders and began to collect firewood on the road, all the way to collect it, and then walked another forty miles. Pushing open the door, the dew just came down, the clothes were wet, the wife painfully took over the burden and said that it was heavy, pick up so much firewood, eat porridge quickly, sleep for a while, and go to work at eight o'clock.
That year, several people starved to death in the town, and their eight children, Ben was the most difficult, and one of them did not die. For a year, he always had to walk all night every week, and the whole family survived, relying on the living food he earned by running eighty miles at night.
This man is my grandfather.
Shot two: The silent teenager, but twelve or thirteen years old, slightly weak, ragged, but both shoulders have worn out calluses. Carrying two bags, one is a school bag, one is a pickle jar, and on the shoulder is another burden, the burden is two drawers of tofu, all the way to the town, all the way to the town ten miles away, the remaining tofu regardless of the price to the town cooked road restaurant, and then take the burden to the family, carrying the bag and the pickle jar to continue to walk forty miles back to the middle school in the city.
Three-year-old father, six brothers, mother said you don't study, go learn to row. He rowed for a year and said he must go back to school. Mother sighed and said that if there was money in the family to study for you, he would stand still, and mother said that you could only rely on yourself to sell tofu. So every week he had to go home, pick a load of tofu to sell for a few dollars, and save for several months to get enough money for the tuition fees of the academy. This teenager, who walked in junior high school for six years, ate pickles for six years, was admitted to Beijing Institute of Technology, and when he got on the train, the attendant wanted to drive him off, thinking he was a beggar, he took the admission letter to show people, and people looked up and down for half a day before they dared to believe it was true.
This man is my father.
Scene three: The tiny young woman, awakened by her five-year-old daughter, touches her forehead, burns badly, panics, and rushes to her neighbor's house to knock on the door, but no one answers. Back home, the child is still noisy, teeth bite, heart a fierce, carry the child on his back, walk six or seven miles to the field, go to the village barefoot doctor to see a doctor. The winter night in the countryside is dark, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the wind on the river embankment is sharp, whistling past, and the strange noises are continuous. The daughter said, Mom, I am afraid, the young woman said not to be afraid, there is a mother in ... Afterwards, she recalled that in fact, she was also afraid, but she couldn't take care of it.
This person is my mother.
My grandfather, my father, my mother, they are all very ordinary people, they run, they are also the most ordinary road, do, but also the most ordinary things, the most ordinary people in every era will do things. A person runs eighty miles to save the whole family from the fate of starvation; a person runs fifty miles in order to earn his own future and avoid spending a lifetime in the paddy fields; a person runs for dozens of miles to keep his daughter alive, nothing more than to live, and has a better future after life. Ordinary as my grandfather, my father, my mother, ordinary as you, ordinary as me, to survive in this world, only by myself, step by step by myself, no matter in the night, on the mountain road, in the field.
Carrying a heavy body, there is only a fragile heart in the chest, but the eyes are full of longing. This longing makes us infinitely powerful, we endure, we persevere, we believe, we believe that after the endless journey, there is always happiness, we believe that as long as we go step by step, we can reach the other shore. Running in life, ten thousand miles or a thousand miles or eighty miles or fifty miles or ten miles... The most precious thing is the process of running, the mood of running. I walked, I was there, one footprint after another, reaching happiness, or unhappiness... But that's okay, at least we've been running around the world, at least we've been trying to make ourselves run to happiness.