Years Are Floating Like Water

I was born on a dilapidated fishing boat in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. Next to the crying new life is my mother, pale and quiet. She died to give birth to me. Dad was crying and sad. He sold the boat that supported us to get some money, buried his mother, and then begged with us all the way to our current residence. This is what I heard from my second brother. I was too young to remember what happened. My second brother was not very old at that time, he was only six years old. My brother said that it took us more than a year to reach this place by begging. There were many difficulties and dangers on the road, but no matter how difficult it was, my father never starved us. Once he was beaten half to death just to get me a mouthful of rice soup. From the words of my second brother, I know that my father still loves me. The second brother said, "Dad, you are a good dad." We were begging all the way and our life was so difficult. He never said anything about selling sons and daughters to get food for stuttering. One time, the second sister had a high fever and we couldn't beg for food. The eldest sister cried and wanted to use herself to exchange some money for the treatment of the second sister's illness. Dad refused and there was a quarrel. For a long time, there was no result. My six-year-old second brother held me, looked at my second sister who was sleeping, and listened to the noise of my father and eldest sister. The second brother said, "I don't know why. I don't cry and I'm not afraid. I just hug you tightly and look at my second sister with a burning face." The eldest sister was fourteen years old that year, and the second sister was only nine years old. In the end, dad won. The eldest sister stopped mentioning selling herself, and dad didn't say a word. Dad carried the unconscious second sister on his back and walked forward. The eldest sister hugged me and pulled the second brother to follow dad. Dad was very lucky that day. He caught a few small fish in a small river and made a pot of fish soup. He drank it hot for the second sister, and the second sister's fever really subsided. Intention: