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One day, my soul will be scrawled with scribbled handwriting

author:Speaking of the ancients

I have traveled south and north for many years, met all kinds of people, heard many stories, sinful grave keepers, old people who spent the rest of their lives waiting for a promise, left-behind people trapped in the fence of poverty, patients who wanted to fight against fate alive, and lovers who turned their hearts back to sin and lived! Although there are many stories, I am like a hungry locust, how can not feel satisfied, I need more spiritual food to fill my vacant soul, it seems that only in this way can I find the meaning of my life, I think I will chase my current life in this life.

Live a piece of paper, write about life, and one day, my soul will be scrawled with scrawled handwriting by me!

Recently, the weather has cooled, the night has been a little more chilly, and this winter is much colder than in previous years, which reminds me of a familiar face in my memory.

I remember that winter, the chill was much stronger than it is now, I crossed the mountain to a village with only a few dozen families, looking at the intricate houses in front of me, it is difficult to imagine how I came all the way here, the road was full of mud and ruggedness, I once seriously doubted that I had taken the wrong road, and I insisted on getting here after many confirmations!

One day, my soul will be scrawled with scribbled handwriting

I met the protagonist of this time, a little girl of six or seven years old, when I first met her, she was covered in mud carrying grass that did not match her size, and later she said that it was the fodder fed by the pigs at home, and I looked at the pigsty, and two big fat pigs were eating the grass in the wooden pocket!

The girl looked at me, a foreigner, and Mu Ne's expression looked at me sheepishly, perhaps a little afraid of life, even the pig grass that bent her back forgot to unload it, and her eyes were full of shyness!

For a moment my nose was a little sore, at such an age, it should have been carefree, and I rushed to help unload the burden on her back, but this was only the most insignificant of many burdens!

Her family is only two people dependent on her and her grandmother, her parents work outside, they can't go back several times a year, in the low-slung bungalow, under the dim light, three people are carrying a bowl of pickles, a green vegetable and a plate of pork soup, snow-white pork floating on it, the little girl's eyes are watching!

One day, my soul will be scrawled with scribbled handwriting

The old man kept saying words that I didn't understand, pointing at the meat, I knew, she was letting me eat meat, I smiled and nodded, clipped a piece into the little girl's bowl, clipped another piece for the old man, nodded and said: "Eat, eat!" ”

It can be seen that there is no such a good dish in normal times, and the three people are happy and harmonious, one after another, and I am also familiar with the little girl!

I looked at the majestic mountains around me, I asked, such an environment does not even have a road, why not move out of the mountain, someone said to me: "The roots are here, how to move!" ”

Yes, where the roots are located can be moved, even if they are moved, it is only moved from one mountain to another, and there is no essential change!

The weather was getting colder, and I often saw the little girl with her hands frozen purple, wielding a kitchen knife to chop up the hay one by one, and then sprinkling it into the pigsty, and the movement was very skillful.

One day, my soul will be scrawled with scribbled handwriting

One day, I dragged the little girl to the town once, and I looked at her with the look in Vino's eyes full of longing, she must have wanted to go, she told me that she could go to the town once a year, and her parents would take her once when they came back. That day was her happiest day, she often counted the arrival of that day with her fingers, in fact, I knew that she also counted the day when her parents returned.

I asked her why she liked to be in town so much, and she told me that she liked the hustle and bustle of it, the variety of it, and the proximity to the outside world, unlike her own small village, which could be seen at a glance. I asked her what she would choose if one day you could leave this mountain village to live.

She was silent for a long time before she told me that her ancestors had wanted to change this place for generations, not to leave this mountain village, even if she liked the outside world in her heart. Because she always believes that one day in the future they will have the ability to change here, leaving is just to change the mountain village in front of them, but the mountain village in her heart will always be there.

One day, my soul will be scrawled with scribbled handwriting

She said that it was enough to come here once a year, and when the conditions were better in the future, they would come often, which was what their ancestors had been looking forward to day and night.

I have seen them build roads one by one, I have seen their eyes resolutely trying to change the mountains in front of them and the mountains in their hearts, and I have seen their efforts for future generations.

There is the only volunteer teacher in this village with only a few dozen families, that is also the person who had the opportunity to go out of the mountain, I also asked her why she stayed, she said that it is easy to get out of the mountain in front of her, but the mountain in her heart needs generations of people to work hard, as a member of the mountain, she will definitely be any pioneer who needs it when she has the ability.

I originally wanted to stay for a while, but because of the work, I had to leave there early, the day I left, many people in the village came to send me, the little girl's eyes were full of reluctance, in fact, I was also very reluctant, I liked this little girl in my heart, with a mature mind that did not match the age, and the thin body could also be independent.

I like the people here more, like their simplicity, like their beliefs, and even make me have some admiration.

Now that many years have passed, the clear girl in the eyes has grown up, and after a few years of walking for a long time, their village has finally built a road, and they will no longer have to climb over the mountains when they go out of town, and the dream of saying that they have the conditions to go often has finally come true.

One day, my soul will be scrawled with scribbled handwriting

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