In the 1980s, in the rural areas of southern Shandong Province, when a baby was born, the household registration was changed to two years younger, just to find a way to survive in the strict family planning crackdown.
From a repeater in the village elementary school to a girl who was looked down upon by the whole village; from a boy with low self-esteem in Tengying Middle School to studying hard despite being bullied many times; from rushing for art exams and bumpy green cars, to squeezing across a single-plank bridge to enter university.
When others start, he is waiting; when others run, he is chasing.
The student union struggled hard, studying for CET-4, joined the Communist Party of China, talked about youth in tears, and swallowed the grievances that no one understood. After graduation, I was caught up in the wave of public examinations. I went to the examination room with a fever, experienced village official training, squatted in a cold hut with three people and one support, was looked down upon, made things difficult for me, monitored and scrutinized. I was on the verge of giving up several times, and I picked up my stubbornness again in the middle of the night.
From a peasant boy to a selected student, from a township official to a party committee step by step, he had no background, no backers, and no shortcuts. He only relied on a tenacity to refuse to admit defeat, and worked steadily and steadily upward in the grassroots official circles.
This is a history of counterattack from the bottom that is real to the core.
It writes about the warmth and coldness of the country, the worries of young people, the hardships of studying, the blood and tears of the public examination, and the ups and downs of the grassroots.
There is no golden finger, there is no cheating life, there is only an ordinary person in the tide of the times, carrying the pressure, enduring the grievances, and holding the original intention, from the depths of the mud, step by step towards his own path to success.
Half my life has been windy and rainy, and my journey has been muddy.
Looking up, there are blue clouds all over the dirt road.
