In the autumn of 1985, I arrived in this barren countryside where my ancestors lived.
My memories before kindergarten are fuzzy, but there are always some things that remain fresh in my memory. For example, he likes to cry, crying endlessly, and will not open his eyes all day long. For example, I had pneumonia that had been with me since I was born. I couldn't breathe when I cried, and I needed to take penicillin and fainted from crying. Later, before going to school, I felt better somehow. Another example is that I was sad for a long time about going to preschool, because the family couldn't open the fire, so I couldn't be bothered.
All the children in the village went to school, but I was still wandering around. Speaking of which, the parents wanted to have a daughter, but it turned out to be a son. Having three sons plus me makes my parents' hearts even colder. Later, I heard from the third brother that my parents almost traded me for a girl in the city. The family seemed to be cadres at some power plant. They had three daughters in a row. They came to the house to change the daughter, but the second brother stopped me crying and grabbing her. Later, I complained to the second brother a lot for this...
Purpose: Reflect the ordinary lives of people living at the bottom in the 1980s and 1990s