Xiao Sheng's Diary

As the saying goes, people have feelings, dramas have no mercy, people have righteousness, bitches have no righteousness, is it really like this? The long history books record that distant and mysterious country, a certain province, a certain county, and a certain village. As for the era, I can no longer remember it. I only remember that that era was not peaceful, acrimonious, abandoning children and selling daughters, insidious and cunning, the world was cold and cold, and people were as hungry for life as grass and dust, and so were the people. In a remote and quiet courtyard, I sat on an old locust tree. Enjoying the shade under the tree, there is a long old-fashioned recliner carved from red sandalwood, a small square table, a purple clay pot, and a cup of warm tea. I lie on the bench and slowly and leisurely flip through the book "A History Full of Endless Years." ~I'm cold, and there are cries of children in the house. The dark kerosene lamp and a trembling light are the only hope to support the whole house. In the dim light, I can vaguely see a woman wearing a thin and worn red cotton-padded jacket. Her face is full of exhaustion, and she is constantly hugging the child on the kang with her body The child's face was covered with tears, his body was covered with thin black cotton and his body was shivering. His eyes kept looking at the woman pitifully, with a hint of pity in his eyes. The woman looked pale but kept hugging the child tightly with her hands. Every time she heard the child cry, her heart felt like being pricked by needles But she still pretended to be strong and comforted softly.