Blind Road to Death

Born in the countryside and grew up in Qianmo, in 1969, Zhengjiawa, northern Shandong. Three boys born on the same day worshiped as brothers in front of the adobe house. Zheng Jianjun, Zhou Jianguo, Li Liguo—— From then on, one rope, three lives, half a life of ups and downs. The wind in northern Shandong carries the smell of salty land. It rolls over the bare green tiled eaves, cracks the chapped bark of the old locust tree, and makes the heart feel warm, sometimes cold and hot, up and down. In this loess land that has been flooded nine times in ten years and where no grass can grow, time seems to have been pressed in slow motion. The days were bitter, so bitter that it was like chewing bark into the stomach, and even the saliva was salty. But even in these hard days, the vitality is extremely tenacious - just like the red wattle that grows wildly in the saline-alkali land. If the stem is cut off, it can still ooze green juice. Three children with different surnames are destined to set off a storm of destiny in this barren land. They climbed up from the mud, stood up from the humiliation, swallowed the childhood coptis water in their stomachs, and held the youthful vigor in their hands. I thought that after surviving the cold winter, I would be able to wait for the spring to come and the flowers would bloom, but unexpectedly, people's hearts change and the world turns upside down. People who once upheld justice became lost in the dye vat of power; People who were once united became distracted by the temptation of interests; The heart that was once as bright as the sun and moon slowly became blind in the darkness of the world. The road becomes more and more eccentric, and the soul becomes more and more broken. Looking back when I am in my twilight years—— The peak was just a big dream, the brothers eventually became mortal enemies, the family property was reduced to ashes, leaving only the frustrations and empty hands. It turns out that the blindest road in the world is never the mountains and rivers that cannot be seen, nor the ditches and bumps under our feet. It's the people's hearts that are blind and dark, and they can never look back. Death and blindness are never a fate destined by fate, but are all man-made. It was they themselves who personally destroyed their souls on the road from which they could never return. Until that hot summer, The stick hit him, and the humiliation was engraved in his heart. They were forced to hide their tears, their weakness, their innocence. From then on, hatred and unwillingness were buried in my heart. The tide of time surged, and the three brothers went their separate ways. Some people keep their homeland, some travel to distant places, and some struggle in the darkness. Along the way, there are distractions, pains and mistakes along the way. From the passion of youth to the vicissitudes of middle age, In the end, their fate led them to a blind road. Purpose: Based on the half-life trajectories of three ordinary rural brothers, record the struggle and transformation of a generation between country and city, ideal and reality, and show the vivid destiny and life resilience of small people in the big era.