My Hometown, My Relatives

Read Chapter 35 of "My Hometown, My Relatives" by Teacher Liang Shuo, "Whose Youth Is Not Confused", every word and every word touches the softest old time in the heart. The book is full of youthful youth, ignorance on campus, confusion about growing up, and unknown future. After reading it, I suddenly understood: It turns out that everyone in the world once had a period of confused but hot, pure and passionate youth. The age of eighteen or nineteen is the cleanest time in life. At that time, we were wearing the same school uniform, walking briskly through the campus streets, with green eyebrows, simple thoughts, light in our eyes, and dreams in our hearts. There is no fatigue from half a lifetime of hardships, no ups and downs of life, all the rushes are dreams; all expectations are towards the distance. The youth of that era is hidden in the old songs that are repeated again and again. In the afternoon between classes and late at night in the dormitory, the melodies of "Sad Pacific", "Ren Xiaoyao", "Heart Is Too Soft", "Big Sedan Chair" and "A Laugh in the Sea" linger in my ears. The tender love songs reveal the ignorance and worries of youth, and the heroic ancient songs plant the youth's spirit in the world. A song is a period of time; a melody freezes an entire hot youth. The most unforgettable daily fireworks in the dormitory. A simple dormitory, crowded but warm. The teenagers set up a kerosene stove and cooked simple meals, with fireworks and laughter. There is no exquisite meal, but there is the purest companionship; there is no luxurious scene, but there is the most worry-free time. Accompanying each other day and night, talking about ideals, the future, and the world, the youthful spirit, magnanimity and enthusiasm are the purity that will never be found again in the rest of life. Every moment on campus is filled with the unique tenderness of youth. Whispering and gossiping with classmates during class breaks are all the fun of youth; when cleaning on duty, I accidentally sit side by side with the opposite sex, my heartbeat speeds up quietly, and my behavior is awkward and shy. Young people's emotions are the purest. They don't understand the lingering love and hate. They only have the throbbing of first sight, the blush of looking at each other, and the inexplicable anxiety. I am ignorant of the love between men and women, and I am full of yearning for beautiful people. A little heartbeat can enrich the entire youth. The background of youth is always mixed with confusion and anxiety. Whenever the exam ends and the scores are not released, I feel anxious and uneasy about my future and return. Occasionally, I am misunderstood by my classmates and troubled by rumors. When I am young, my mind is sensitive and fragile. I heal and grow quietly. When you meet the person you like, you don't dare to speak or get close. You just look at each other from a distance. The moment you look at each other, your cheeks will get hot and your heart will beat faster. Those ignorant joys hidden in the eyes and buried in the heart are shy and sincere, young and unforgettable. Whose youth is not confused? When we are young, we are not deeply involved in the world, the road ahead is long and unknown, our ideals are passionate, but we are often confused and hesitant. With a sense of courage and full of love, we groped through ignorance, moved forward amid anxiety, grew up amid misunderstandings, and rushed forward amid love. At that time, we had nothing, but we had everything. There is the courage to dare to venture and fight, the pure and passionate original intention, the magnanimity not to be afraid of the unknown, and the dream to run into mountains and seas. After reading this chapter, I suddenly realized: Confusion is never a shortcoming of youth, but the unique background of youth. All the youth, anxiety, ignorance, throbbing, confusion, and expectations are pieced together into a unique youth time. The school uniforms, the singing, the fireworks in the dormitory, the companionship of classmates, the heart-warming moments, and the anxiety of exams are all the most precious gifts in life. As time goes by, youth fades away, and the young man back then has gone through wind and rain and traveled to mountains and seas. But whenever I look back at where I came from, the hot past of those eighteen or nineteen years old still shines brightly. We have come from the confusion of youth and grown up in the years of fireworks. All ignorance is experience, all anxiety is foreshadowing, and all love has become glimmer. Looking back half my life, I realize: the most beautiful appearance of youth is never perfect, but born with dreams and facing the sun. Who is not confused in his youth, but it was that confused and passionate time that made us today tough and magnanimous and living up to our original aspirations.

With one thought, time goes back. Suddenly, I returned to the early years of the millennium and fell back to Qingshui No. 1 Middle School in 2000, 2001, 2002, and 2003. No longer an adult who has experienced the world and weathered many hardships, but has returned to the age of seventeen or eighteen. With the clear and ignorant eyes of the protagonist Zhang Xiaoqian, he re-examines the campus, the group of classmates, and the youthful youth that no one can replicate. More than thirty years have passed by in a flash, and when I look back, I am shocked to realize: Time never waits for anyone, fleeting time never spares anyone, no one's youth is ever enthusiastic, and no one's youth is ever confused. At that time, the clear water was clear, the wind was light, the clouds were slow, and the days were long. The school uniform is simple and clean, all blue and white. When worn on a young boy, it embodies the cleanest spirit and the purest ignorance. The wind of the campus passes through the corridors of the teaching building, blows over the figures reading by the windows, and also blows through the prelude of a generation's youth. The youth of that era was fed by old songs. Between classes, in the afternoon, and before lights out in the dormitory, what circulates in the headphones is the tenderness and sadness of "Sad Pacific", the youthful madness of "Ren Xiaoyao", the youthful emotions of "Heart Is Too Soft", the lively fireworks of "The Big Sedan", and the worldly spirit of "A Laugh in the Sea". Each old song does not have a gorgeous arrangement, but every word fits the thoughts of young people, hiding our unspoken heartbeats, the distance we have not found, and the confusion we have not understood. The most real, smoky and unforgettable thing is always the daily life in the dormitory. That crowded and lively dormitory contained our entire boyhood. The young man is informal, with bedding piled up randomly, books and miscellaneous items piled up in the corner, and occasionally the faint smell of smelly socks drifts in. It is not refined or elegant, but it has the most authentic youthful atmosphere. Talking in bed at night, laughing and playing, sharing snacks, and talking about dreams. From far away and far away in the future, a group of teenagers crowded into a small dormitory, thinking that the future would be long and the road ahead would be broad. Everything on campus, now that I think about it, is out of print and gentle. In the early morning and dusk, take turns cleaning the classroom, cleaning the corridors, and going downstairs to take out the trash. When sweeping the floor, I would stand shoulder to shoulder with my classmates. Occasionally, I would meet and pass by classmates of the opposite sex. I would feel a little panic in my heart, my eyes would dodge in a hurry, and I could not hide my shyness. The good feelings at that time were the cleanest, requiring no words or confessions, just a momentary blush, passing heartbeats, and silently paying attention. The classroom scene is as vivid as yesterday. The teacher called the names one by one and memorized the texts. Some were calm and fluent, while others were nervous and apprehensive. Students who could not recite the passage were gently arranged by the teacher to stand outside the window and memorize it silently. Standing on the corridor, watching people coming and going on the playground, watching the wind blowing the leaves, I feel panicked and ashamed, but it is also the most profound mark of my high school days. The bell rings at noon every day, which is the most relaxing moment of the day. In small groups, they walked out of the school gate together and ran towards the lively streets of the county town. Simple meals, cheap snacks, and classmates walking side by side, laughing, playing, and talking together. There is no pressure in life, no hardships in the world, just young people who are carefree and accompanied by companions. The friendship between classmates is the most precious background of those years. The friendship between teenagers is pure and straightforward, without utilitarianism or calculation. We go to class together, play together, get punished together, clean together, listen to songs together, and run into the unknown future together. There will be small misunderstandings, a slight awkwardness, and ignorant shyness, but we can still walk side by side. At that time, we saw people as clean, the world as pure, and the future as bright. When we were young, our hearts were full of distant places and dreams. At the age of eighteen or nineteen, I have light in my eyes and dreams in my heart. All my efforts are to rush towards the future, and all my expectations are to live up to my youth. The road ahead is unknown and confusing, but we never stop moving forward. We stumble and are confused, growing while feeling uneasy, confused and running at the same time. More than thirty years in a blink of an eye. Teacher Liang Shuo travels through the years with words, allowing our souls to return to their original place and re-walk the long journey of youth in Qingshui No. 1 Middle School. Looking back, the high school years that I once thought were long turned out to be the past in a blink of an eye; the test scores I once struggled with, the brief misunderstandings, the shy heartbeats, and the confused future are all now tender memories. Finally understood: Whose youth is not confused? Confusion is the truest appearance of a young man. We were all young, we were all ignorant, we were all anxious, we were all confused and growing toward the sun. Time waits for no one, and time never comes back again. Only the campus fireworks, classmate friendships, old songs, and youthful heartbeats of Qingshui No. 1 Middle School will always be fresh, always hot, and will always stay in the depths of the fleeting years, just like before every year. Like and pay tribute to the author, Mr. Liang Shuo Linjiangxian · Menghui Qingshui No. 1 Middle School boy Thirty years later, for a moment, my soul returned to the old school. A young boy in a green shirt and school uniform. The song follows the vast sea, and the heart follows the wind in the evening. The fireworks and dust beside the house are light, and there is a clear light beside the window. Street lunch together is crazy. Youth is full of confusion. Who is not young and confused?

Thoughts after reading Teacher Liang Shuo's "My Relatives, My Hometown: Chronicles of Yongqing Fort" 1 A volume of local writing echoes for half a lifetime. Read Teacher Liang Shuo's "My Relatives, My Hometown: Chronicles of Yongqing Fort" carefully. The simple pen and ink describe the vicissitudes of the loess, and the detailed past events reveal the sadness of the world. Reading it is not to read other people's stories, but to look back at all of us, the 7080 sons and daughters of Longyuan, who were impoverished to the core, stubborn to survive, and growing up with tears in their eyes. The scene at the beginning of the article is written lightly, but it is as heavy as a thousand blows: bidding farewell to the hometown and the old house, the sister carries flour on her back, leads the little donkey, and walks through the long wind and dust on the high loess slopes to send the young man away to study. This simple scene, without any drama, tells the story of all the fate, all the origins, and all the difficulties of our generation in rural northwest China. Born in the barren Longyuan countryside, our youth never had multiple choices in life. The old saying passed down by the older generation - "You can't stand Yang Liulang, but you can't drink rice soup" is a true destiny engraved in our bones and blood. The fate of a generation has long been determined by the times: If you can break through the siege of reading, you can escape from the farm, engage in education and politics, live a stable life, and then escape the toil of the loess; If you stop reading, life will be nothing but fireworks. Rural girls drop out of school early, work and marry, work hard year after year, and are trapped in the countryside for their entire lives; rural men leave their hometowns and make a living, working as ramen noodles, electricians, plumbing, and tiling on construction sites. With their brute force and stubbornness, they bear the wind and rain and the weight of poor families. That is the limitation of the times, and it is also a vicissitude that a generation cannot escape. Teacher Liang Shuo uses the gentlest and most delicate brushwork, using what the eyes see, what the ears hear, what the nose smells, and what the heart feels to penetrate into the heart in four dimensions, spreading out layer by layer, and writes about a young student's journey to study vividly and deeply. A meager payment of fifty yuan, a bag of rations of flour, a little donkey carrying hope, and family members reluctantly seeing each other step by step. The thin luggage contained all the expectations of the entire family. The text slowly unfolds the cultural heritage of Qingshui No. 1 Middle School, including the campus where Mr. Youren's ink is lingering, the simple and poor dormitories, the ignorance of leaving homeland for the first time, and the panic and embarrassment of entering a new place for the first time. Every detail is the true appearance of every rural child walking out of the mountains for the first time and touching the world for the first time. What moved me the most was the state of mind when I first entered the city. Meeting Wang Xinyue for the first time, getting to know city life for the first time, wearing someone else's new clothes, sitting in a clean hall, watching household fireworks that I have never seen before, even the small daily routine of eating and washing dishes, all hide the cautious restraint, inferiority, anxiety and envy of country children. This scene instantly broke through my memory that had been buried for more than 20 years. I still remember the first time I walked into a relative's house in Maiji City District when I was young. There was a can of canned fish on the table. I was born in the loess and grew up in poverty. When I saw it for the first time in my life, I didn't recognize its object or taste. My relatives came to me gently, but I was at a loss, afraid to take my chopsticks, feeling awkward and confused. The shyness of having never seen the world, the humility of the gap between urban and rural areas, and the panic of entering the prosperous world for the first time are the common scars of youth for all children of the loess. They are the softness and sadness that are engraved in the hearts of a generation and never spoken to the outside world. Teacher Liang Shuo writes about his own youth and the past of Yongqing Fort, but every word he writes is the life of thousands of us Longyuan wanderers. We are all children who climbed out of the loess ravines, teenagers who grew up through gritted teeth in the barren years. We have seen the most miserable days, survived the poorest times, understand the embarrassment of having no way out, and understand the difficulty of desperately trying to break through. More than twenty years have passed by in a blink of an eye. The young man who was timid and tired of traveling to distant places has already experienced mountains and rivers, weathered hardships, walked out of the loess, traveled to the world, and even traveled to the ends of the world to guard foreign lands. Time has smoothed away the youthfulness of youth, but it cannot erase the background of the hometown; Time has diluted the poverty of the past, but it cannot erase the nostalgia in my heart. Looking back at the journey, I finally understand: The embarrassment of those years was the medal of growth; The poverty of those years was the foundation of life; The uneasiness and humility that no one knew in those years finally made us tenacious, calm and responsible today. After half a lifetime of ups and downs, I never forget my original intention. I am grateful to the loess for educating me, and grateful to the years for tempering me. Even if I travel to the mountains and seas and are at the end of the world, I still never forget: I come from my hometown, I was born in poverty, I stood up because of hard work, and I keep my original intention.

In December 2000, I, Yongsheng, Fuqiang, and I, all natives of Zhangjiawan, were three young men from poor families who did not want to be trapped in their hometown, to work half their lives, or to obey their destiny. We don't have the opportunity to go to school, and we don't want to spend our lives trapped in farming, let alone waste our youth as cooks in the market or as coolies on construction sites. So, we resolutely chose the fourth path that few rural teenagers dare to take - joining the army to serve the country, breaking fate with military uniform, and changing life with blood. Since then, after more than twenty years of hard work and half a lifetime of hard work, we have gone to the mountains and rivers with our youth and to our homeland with loyalty, vigorously extending the thickness and depth of our lives. The years have paid off, and the original intention will eventually echo. After being tempered in the military camp, traveling across borders, and experiencing life and death, I lost my youth and was reborn. I grew up from a poor boy to an international security consultant who protects foreigners at sea and defends the country's overseas interests. The Fuqiang brothers stuck to their original aspirations and became gourmet chefs, each realizing their own way of living. Three ordinary country boys were unwilling to accept fate, were not afraid of the future, lived up to their time, and lived up to their family and country. Finally, with their passion, they embarked on the most exciting and inspiring life path for children from poor families.

Like Teacher Liang Shuo, reading your "My Middle School Era" today makes me feel like I have traveled through thirty years and returned to the green years of Qinglian Affiliated High School. Classic old songs such as "Let's Swing the Oars", "Whenever I Walk by the Teacher's Window", and "Shake the Sun on March 3" and "Walk in a Chic" vaguely ring in my ears. I also recall the youthful days accompanied by "Live a Life Sincerely" and the TV series "Huanzhugege", "Tang Taizong Li Shimin" and "He Lanxue", all of which are pure and beautiful youth. Teacher Liang Shuo's writing style is fresh and refined, simple and gentle, like a ray of white moonlight coming out of the countryside and mountains, slowly shining into the heart of every reader. For the post-80s generation of strugglers who have come out of the depths of the mountains and experienced all kinds of ups and downs in life, this article is like a shot in the arm, soothing their tired hearts. The lines are full of local fireworks, just like the sweet embryos, jelly, and syrupy water in the northwest. They are plain and mellow, evoking infinite and long-lasting nostalgia.

Reading teacher Liang Shuo's stories about migrant workers who traveled abroad and took root in other places, the words were simple and the sentences struck my heart. It instantly brought me back to my poor and simple youth, and reminded me of my brother very deeply. For as long as I can remember, my brother has been the only pillar of support in our shaky family. The years of 1995 were poverty-stricken and unforgettable. I was young and ignorant at that time. Every Children's Day, I never had a new piece of clothing of my own. Every year, my mother borrows my brother's clothes for me to celebrate the holidays. As soon as the festival was over, the next day they were carefully washed, ironed, neatly folded, and then returned to my brother intact. Such simple and sad tenderness lasted silently for three or four years. I spent every Saturday and Sunday wearing my brother's old clothes. In those years, all the hard work in the family was supported by my brother. During the Chinese New Year, my brother slaughtered pigs at home, and it was my brother who worked hard. I opened up apple orchards, built houses and walls, pulled trucks, and did all the hard work on the farm. My brother experienced all the responsibilities and survival skills that an adult rural man should bear one by one, and he also helped me grow up one by one. He used his young shoulders to shield the family from wind and rain, and also quietly lifted up my childhood. I will always remember that my brother once copied the song "Blood-stained Style" in his notebook. The phrase "Maybe I say goodbye and will never come back" is deeply imprinted in my heart. I know that this song was born in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam and in the beacon jungle on the Laoshan front line. It is the feelings of family and country written with blood and loyalty by generations of Chinese soldiers. When my brother was young, he had a dream of joining the army and wanted to join the army to serve the country. However, due to an arm injury, he failed the physical examination and unfortunately stopped. That military uniform has become his lifelong obsession and long-cherished wish. Fate took a turn. After many years, in 2000, I had the opportunity to join the army. At that moment, I was extremely sure in my heart: I was helping my brother realize his dream and help him complete the military journey that he failed to embark on. The moment I put on the military uniform, I finally understood the regret hidden in my brother's heart. In those years, I sang "Military Morality Suite", "The Strong Company", and "Blood-Stained Style". Every lyric was my inheritance of my brother's unfinished ideals, and every time I persisted, it was my belief in running for him. As a professional soldier, I spent half my life practicing and fulfilling his unfulfilled military dream when he was young. Now when I read Teacher Liang Shuo's words and look at the migrant workers in the book who are working hard and carrying heavy loads in a foreign land in Xi'an, I seem to see my brother. When I reach middle age, when I look back, the most unforgettable thing is my brother's forbearance, dedication and fulfillment. His hardships of working abroad, the joys and sorrows in life, and his simple and kind words and deeds are all gently awakened by teacher Liang Shuo's clear and transparent words. The simple pen and ink, like the gentle moonlight in the countryside, made me look back at those poor but hot years again. Strugglers who come out of the mountains have a life of ups and downs, but a life of perseverance. My brother used his youth to support my growth, and I will remember this affection throughout my life. These years, this kindness, this brotherhood, and this military heritage have long been integrated into my bones and blood. It will be unforgettable in this life and engraved in it for life.

The years are worthy of the journey, and the distance has its own glory - Thoughts after reading Liang Shuo's "My Hometown, My Relatives: The Watershed of the Graduation Season" Read carefully the latest chapter of "My Hometown, My Relatives" by Liang Shuo, "The Watershed of the Graduation Season", and I couldn't calm down for a long time. Teacher Liang Shuo gently opens the picture of youth that has been sealed for twenty-six years with a gentle pen that travels through time. Those youthful feelings, pure beauty, ignorant thoughts, passionate longing, and unknown anxiety, all transcend the barriers of time and appear clearly on the page. Twenty-six years have passed by in a blink of an eye, but the moment the words were written, we seemed to have returned to that old classroom and that period of youth in an instant. We were young and innocent that year, with light in our eyes and dreams in our hearts. Standing at the watershed of life during the graduation season, we are ignorantly looking at the road ahead, anxious about the unknown future, and carrying the simplest love and courage. At that time, we did not understand the vicissitudes of the world and were not afraid of the wind and rain ahead. We only knew that youth was hot and the future was long. Graduation separates young classmates, the fireworks of hometown, and a completely different path in life. After reading this article, the most touching sentence in Wang Guozhen's "Love of Life" naturally sounded in my heart: I don't think about whether I can succeed. Since I have chosen a distant place, I only care about the wind and rain. I don't think about whether I can win love. Since I love roses, I bravely reveal my sincerity. I don't think about whether the future will be smooth or muddy. As long as I love life, everything will be expected. I don't think about whether the future will be ordinary or great. As long as I firmly follow my own path, everything will be expected. I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain on the road ahead. Since the goal is the horizon, all that is left to the world is my back. Yes, life is never in vain. Twenty-six years ago, we set out young and ignorantly rushed into the sea of ​​people; twenty-six years later, after going through ups and downs, we finally understood youth, understood parting, and understood the meaning of rushing. In this life, there are only three things to look at: Looking forward, the road ahead is long and bright, and the past is long and lazy. Don't dwell on the past, don't dwell on regrets. All the detours we have taken, the hardships we have endured, and the difficulties we have endured have already paved the way for today's magnanimity. The distance is long, but every step brings light. Looking up, the rivers and lakes are full of stars and stars. Half life wandering, half life experience. Those nights of solitude, perseverance, and forbearance that no one knows will eventually turn into the bright stars above our heads. After surviving the storm, you will have your own glory. Looking back, the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. The mountains that I once thought I couldn't climb, the desperate situation that I couldn't survive, and the worries that I couldn't let go of. Looking back, I saw that thousands of sails had already fallen with the passage of time. It turns out that all the anxiety, all the confusion, and all the persistence were worth it. As time goes by, youth comes to an end, but the original intention remains unchanged. Since you have chosen a distant place, you will not be afraid of wind and rain, will not care about your return journey, and will live up to this life. As long as you love life and experience all kinds of things, everything is expected.

Read "The Watershed in the High School Entrance Examination" from Teacher Liang Shuo's "My Relatives, My Hometown". The words in this chapter are simple and the sentences are hot. Between 1999 and 2000, the story slowly unfolds about the youthful years of Qinglian High School and Qinglian Temple, which belong to rural teenagers. There are no dramatic plots, only the purest youth, the most sincere friendship between classmates, and the passionate original intention of a generation to work hard to change their lives through reading. It makes you immersed in the reading, and directly touches the softest past in your heart. The Qinglian High School in the late 1990s and early 2000s was the starting point of youth for rural children of our generation and the first crossing of destiny. Rong Hao, Xiao Bu Dian, Wang Guizhi, Wang Yibo, Yong Qiang, Jing Xiaocui, Wang Feng, Tian Xiang, Tian Huaien, and Li Aihua are all vivid young names. They are not fictional characters in books, but the epitome of countless rural teenagers. At that time, we were in our ignorant and youthful adolescence, and there was the purest shyness and tenderness hidden among boys and girls. There is no worldly utility, no complexity of the adult world, the time spent together day and night is simple and precious, the pure friendship between classmates and sincere friendship are hidden in the company day and night, hidden in the eyes of young people, clean, warm, and unforgettable for life. Teacher Liang Shuo uses delicate and meticulous brushwork to describe this period of youth that has been sealed for decades, preserving all the details and beauty of his youth. In those years, we read comic books, martial arts books, and TV series together, worked on questions at our desks, reviewed each other's homework, and grew up side by side in the fragrance of pen and ink. We picked persimmons in the mountains together, laughed and played in the breeze, and dissipated the fatigue of reading. We rushed to the examination room together, wrote the answers to youth on each test paper, and looked forward to the unknown future. The most touching thing is the Datongpu years in Qingshui No. 2 Middle School. A dormitory, a group of teenagers, and a common bunk are filled with the hottest youthful memories of a generation. The simple school building, crowded beds, and simple uniforms are the most authentic appearance of Qingshui No. 2 Middle School. There is no water. You need to carry a bucket to find water. You often wash your face with a basin of water shared by 6-7 people. When you eat in the school cafeteria or make your own meals on the kerosene stove, you just roll up the bedding on the bed. It is also the most profound imprint of our youth. Every plant and tree on campus, what you see day and night, the soft conversations and silent companionship between classmates, the secret heartbeat and shyness in the young man's heart, the pure voice and heartfelt words, are all carefully treasured by pen and ink, penetrating and vivid. After decades, reading these words again feels like traveling through time and returning to the campus where the cicadas chirped in the midsummer and the books rang loudly. Those long-dusted pictures, the long-lost friendships of teenagers, and the throb of youthful youth all come to mind. For rural children, the high school entrance examination is never an ordinary exam, but the first true watershed in life. In that era when supplies were scarce and there were only one way out, studying was the only way out for children from poor families, and it was the only confidence for ordinary young people to escape from their hometown and change their destiny. A high school entrance examination paper gently separates two lives: those who are successful in the gold list can continue to study at their desks, travel to farther mountains and seas, and have the opportunity to jump out of the "Farm Gate" and "Dragon Gate"; those who have failed in the "Dragon Gate" have to bid farewell to campus early, take root in the land to farm, leave their hometown to work, lay ceramic tiles, learn cooking skills, pull beef noodles, and travel around to work as migrant workers. From then on, the fireworks in the world go their separate ways. When we are young, we may be ignorant, but we are well aware of the difficulty of life, the expectations of our parents, and the weight of destiny. With a sense of loneliness and unwillingness, we studied hard in the simple classroom, using the pen as a sword and the dream as a horse. With a tenacity that refused to admit defeat, we desperately grasped the only life-saving straw of reading. This inspirational original intention of taking root in the countryside and facing the sun, this young ambition of not being willing to be mediocre and striving to make a comeback, ran through the entire middle school period, and also formed the foundation for the rest of his life. The years are silent, but time has traces. The most touching thing about Teacher Liang Shuo's writing is the truth. It does not use fancy rhetoric, but only uses the most simple words and ink to restore the youth of rural teenagers in the 1990s: pure classmate love, sincere friendship with the little ones, youthful throbbing, and the stubbornness of the students at the bottom who worked hard and changed their lives against the odds. This short chapter carries the youth memories, parting regrets and struggling beliefs of a generation. Time flies and youth is gone, but the original intention remains forever. After reading this article, my heart is filled with resonance and emotion. Those beautiful memories of Qinglian High School, the days and nights that cannot be forgotten, those warm moments spent with classmates, and those days and nights of struggling for destiny, have long been engraved in the bones and blood and integrated into life. Thanksgiving pen and ink remain warm and retain the best youthful background of a generation. Even though the years have passed and half of life has gone through ups and downs, whenever I look back on this period of my youth, I still feel warm and empowered. The spirit of youth has never dissipated, and the original intention of struggle has never faded. This is the most precious gift left to us by "The Watershed in the High School Entrance Examination".

I just finished listening to the latest chapter "Sister in Love for the First Time", and the writing throughout is particularly delicate and moving. The story is rooted in the rural background of the early days of reform and opening up in the 1970s, and accurately restores the unique concepts of marriage and love of that era - the older generation always adheres to the traditional rules of "the first man to marry, the first woman to marry, the parents' orders, the matchmaker's words", free love has not yet become popular in the countryside, and the elders are simply unable to accept new ideas of love. The most outstanding thing about the author is that he portrays the ignorant and timid girl's thoughts in a very penetrating and precise manner. It is easy to be moved after listening to the whole story. You are completely immersed in the plot and can't help but recall the old time you experienced as a child. It is full of a real sense of the atmosphere of the times.

I calmly read Teacher Liang Shuo's words, and I felt a surge of nostalgia in my heart that I couldn't calm down for a long time. A bowl of jelly, a jar of sauerkraut, and the scene of grinding the years with a squeaking stone mill illustrate the unique local fireworks of Longyuan, and also hide the complete childhood and growth trajectory of our generation of Longyuan people. Mountains and rivers have changed, villages and towns have undergone tremendous changes, and the times have continued to move forward. Those daily routines of childhood scattered in the memory were infused with his burning soul through his pen and ink, and they were described in a delicate and moving way with long meanings. The ancient local eating processes and the trivial things in the mountains and countryside have gained fresh life through words, and have been properly preserved and will no longer disappear with the years. Listen quietly to this sincere voice from Zhangjiawan, Longyuan. Teacher Liang Shuo's words are like scattered and moving notes, falling on the heart word by word, trembling layer by layer, knocking on the soul, and arousing the deepest feelings of homeland in the heart.

The past events of Cangfangyuan are still vivid in my mind. Pushing open the iron gate of the warehouse courtyard and walking in, you will find two old people living on the five-guarantee household in the opposite house. In Tianshui dialect, we call them "old boys by the ditch", and in Mandarin, they are old men by the ditch. In addition to this old man, there is also an old man named Xingping Lailai living with him. On the left side of the courtyard are the residences of Xiaojun, Brother Wen and Uncle Desheng. I have known Brother Wen since I was a child, and every time I think about it, I can't help but sigh. If he had been given an injection to reduce the fever in time when he had a cold and fever, his life would have been different. Every plant, tree and every detail of daily life in the shop written by Teacher Liang Shuo are laid out to fully explain the past evolution of this land and the fate of everyone. This place used to be the lifeline for the whole village to make a living and survive. However, as time goes by, the situation is gradually declining. Now that I set foot here again, there is only loess and grass everywhere, and the huge courtyard has been reduced to ruins. From rise and prosperity to desolation and desolation, a short journey is a vivid history, and it is also the normal state of innovation in all things in the world. This article would like to pay tribute to every plant and tree in Zhangjiawan and to every senior who has passed through the years on this land.

Reading a chapter of Teacher Liang Shuo's "The Elopement Woman", I felt a lot of emotion, describing the warmth and warmth of human relationships and the vicissitudes of life under the great changes in the rural era. The dividends of reform and opening up have penetrated into the rural areas layer by layer. The ten years from 2005 to 2015 were the most dramatic changes in rural development and the most turbulent changes in people's hearts. Taking our Zhangjiawan as an example, in the past ten years, nearly ten of the wives who married into the village from other places have left. After most women give birth to children, they resolutely turn around and leave. The root cause is that they dislike the poverty, backwardness and hard life in Gansu's rural areas. The times are progressing, and everyone is striving for a prosperous and stable life. This is a reflection of the improvement of the times. But what followed was the complete collapse of the traditional concept of marriage and love that had taken root in rural areas for thousands of years. The older generation believes in "if you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, if you marry a dog, follow the dog", and the pure and affectionate love of staying together for a lifetime, growing old together, has long been reduced to an unattainable fairy tale in the face of reality. The current standards of marriage and love have already taken on a completely new look, and the secular world has given marriage a new threshold. Nowadays, when a man starts a family and starts a business, he must first meet three hard conditions: a stable job, real estate in the city, and a car for transportation. If one of the three is missing, it will be difficult to maintain a marriage. Even if you start a family and have children, once life does not go as expected, separation and separation will still become the norm. The ancients have a saying: "Asking what love is in the world can directly teach you how to make love in life and death. Traveling from the south to the north, the old wings come back to the cold and heat several times. Joy is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more crazy children." Many people mistakenly believe that this classic sentence comes from the mouth of Li Mochou in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", but it actually comes from "Moyu'er·Yanqiu Ci" written by Yuan Haowen in the Jin Dynasty. In ancient times, wild geese accompanied each other in life and death with unswerving love, and there were countless idiots in the world who stayed with each other persistently. But this sincere friendship that spans thousands of years and lasts through life and death is almost extinct in today's real life. In a new era with perfect rule of law and open ideas, women's rights consciousness has awakened and material life is abundant. But we can't help but ponder: Where should people's hearts go? Where should the purity, loyalty, and perseverance of human nature belong? This chapter has a broad text structure and majestic ideas. The author uses delicate and grand brushstrokes to focus on the local beings in Zhangjiawan and depict a number of rural characters such as Zhang Fenzi, Ruhua, and Boss Toad. It describes the stubbornness and unyieldingness of the lower-class rural women who are unwilling to be bound by fate, struggle to break away from poverty, and strive to rewrite their lives. Everyone is running for life, everyone is fighting against fate, and the struggle and helplessness of ordinary beings are vividly portrayed. Life is full of vegetation and autumn. Before we know it, we have entered middle age. Looking back at the fireworks of my lifetime, the past memories of my hometown, and my neighbors and old friends, every bit of it comes to my mind. Time has aged the face, and the world has smoothed the edges. Only the memory of the hometown and the joys and sorrows of the world remain unforgettable. The most admirable thing is Teacher Liang Shuo's writing style. It was as if he were looking down at the vicissitudes of Zhangjiawan for half a century with the eyes of God, and he was looking at all living beings in the world. Deep in the text, there is a hidden Taoist law of heaven and earth: "Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao; names can be named, but names are not." "Man follows the earth, earth follows heaven, heaven follows Tao, and Tao follows nature." It also contains the Buddhist Zen philosophy of the Diamond Sutra: "All conditioned dharma is like a dream, like bubbles, like dew, like lightning." Using the Tao to interpret the world and using the Buddha to observe the mind reflect the causes and consequences, origins and annihilations of everyone in the country, and the Tao captures the joys and sorrows of all sentient beings, as well as the ups and downs. Pay tribute to my hometown Zhangjiawan, and pay tribute to every ordinary person in the years! I sincerely support and praise Teacher Liang Shuo's in-depth masterpiece!

The Xiaoyu in the article is also very thin, and I have a very clear impression of her. She is thin and thin, with a short braid, and is always punching and kicking me. I have seen the protagonist of this article several times. The story that happened next, some of the details even I can't remember clearly. The author of this article is able to recall this matter from beginning to end, first understand the ins and outs of the matter, and then understand the characters, environment and storyline, and then create, full of memories, praise and tribute to the author.

My feelings after reading Teacher Liang Shuo: My Hometown and My Relatives Re-read Teacher Liang Shu's stories, Guan Shengdijun Temple, Madman Zhang, Ruhua, and Country Doctor, and pick up the old days scattered in my hometown. Most rural teenagers after 2000 had only three options: study through the examination system (very few), or go to the city to work and farm. I, Yongsheng, and Fa Xiaowang are not willing to follow this fate, so I decided to join the army and change my fate. After more than twenty years of trials and hardships, I realized my dream of joining the military and became a people's policeman. A young man from a poor family took a different path in life with his passion.

The most touching thing about Teacher Liang Shuo's words is that he picks up all the old times in the countryside that were buried in the dust and forgotten by the years. An old Guansheng Emperor Temple, Madman Zhang who has been crazy for half his life, simple and kind-hearted Ruhua, a country doctor who walks in the countryside... These little people, small pasts, and fragmented fireworks that have disappeared over the years have been stitched back to her hometown by her stitch by stitch, allowing the disappeared nostalgia and the passing years to have warmth and echo again. After 2000, our generation of rural children grew up slowly. The life before them has always been three narrow roads. The first way is to study and take exams, join the system, become a civil servant or a teacher. But this road is the narrowest and most difficult. Not only do you have to fight for grades and talent, but you also have to fight for connections and luck. In the huge Zhangjiawan, there are only a handful of people who can actually take this road. The vast majority of ordinary people do not have this opportunity at all. Most of the remaining rural people can only go to the second and third ways to make a living: leave their hometowns to Weihai to make beef noodles, work as waiters, and do odd jobs in the kitchen; go to major construction sites to lay tiles, do decoration, and decoration; go to Beijing to work as electricians, work hard, and spend their youth. The same routine of running around and making a living day after day is the common fate of countless rural teenagers. Only in December 2000, we three teenagers were unwilling to be fate. I, Yongsheng, Faxiao Wang Fuqiang, do not want to accept fate and follow the tide. Wang Fuqiang was fostered in his aunt's house in Shimaping since he was a child, and his life experience was wandering; Yongsheng and I were born and raised in Zhangjiwan, our ancestors were farmers, and our family background was average. The three of us do not have the talent and opportunity to study and go abroad, so we cannot take the path of institutional stability; We are not willing to be trapped in kitchens, construction sites, and market labor all our lives, let alone be trapped in our hometown and work hard all our lives. So, the three of us resolutely chose the fourth path - joining the army to serve the country and changing our lives in uniform. I don't seek comfort, I don't seek stability, I just seek to use my youth to go to my home and country, and to conquer my destiny by fighting. More than twenty years have passed, tempered by wind and rain, and settled by time. Having spent half his life running for it and half his life sticking to it, he has vigorously extended the width and depth of his life. In the end, I kept my original intention and realized my military dream; after taking off the military uniform, my responsibilities were still there, my desire was reborn, and I became an international security consultant! Yongsheng took off his military uniform, stayed on duty in navy, and became a people's policeman guarding one side. An ordinary country boy, an ordinary boy, unwilling to be mediocre or destined to die. He is full of passion and passion, and finally allows the children from a poor family to find their own right path in life.

In just over two months, this book came out quietly. Not many people know about it, and its exposure and dissemination are still in its infancy. But I always believe that good works are not afraid of being late or slow. We, the die-hard readers and loyal fans, are willing to silently help and continue to spread the word. First, we will help the popularity steadily exceed 100,000, accumulate word-of-mouth, and accumulate resonance; when the foundation is solid, we will steadily move forward in the direction of spreading to millions and empathizing with thousands of people. The work is still new, the story is unfinished, and there is a long road ahead. Everything is expected and expected. After reading the whole book carefully, I suddenly realized that "Chronicles of Yongqing Fort" is not only about the years of studying in high school, but also the starting point of a turning point in the destiny of a generation. High school is a breakthrough in ignorance, and college is a dividing line in life. It is precisely through the journey of poor youth, cramped studies, and hard struggle that the life trajectories of our generation have quietly diverged and taken shape over the years. Looking back at the neighbors, classmates, and close friends who grew up together: Rong Hao and Haizhu worked hard at the podium, teaching and educating people; Zhenhui and Yongsheng wore police uniforms to protect one side; Huawei took root at the grassroots level and performed his responsibilities; I took off my military uniform and traveled all over the world to delve into the fields of overseas safety and security and emergency rescue, becoming an occupational safety consultant. Everyone has a different path and a different track in life, but in the final analysis, they are all the result of not accepting fate, working hard, and following the trend. We are all children who came from the Loess Plateau. We were born in poverty and had an ordinary starting point. We have no unique advantages or inherent shortcuts. The only background is not to admit defeat, not to accept fate, and not to be afraid of difficulties. When we were young, we gritted our teeth and broke through at the fork of fate; as adults, we rode the tide of the times. Don't bow to poverty, don't compromise with fate, seize every opportunity of the times, put in every ordinary effort, and ultimately completely rewrite the established life trajectory of your father's generation and live your own life. A "Chronicle of Yongqing Fort" describes the years of Longyuan and the struggle, stubbornness, growth and rebirth of a generation. The story is not over, the years are endless, life continues to be written, and the future is long.

This chapter is sincere and the story is vivid and interesting. The plot of building a house in the article is very familiar, and it also evokes my childhood memories: when I was a child, I watched "Liao Zhai" with my family in the old house. The opening soundtrack was eerie and eerie, and the atmosphere was particularly scary. I still remember that I even broke the light cord in the house. The big white dog in the article is even more impressive. The author vividly portrays it as a human being, loyal and always protecting its master. Unfortunately, Dabai accidentally ingested poison and passed away. The words are full of the deep friendship between people and dogs, as well as the grief, reluctance and regret of the family after his death. The whole text is delicate and full of emotions, making it a very wonderful work.

The writing is simple and moving, with both interest and warmth. The fragments of watching the drama in the old house are full of childhood memories, and reading it feels like being there. The most touching thing in the whole novel is the description of Dabai, a white dog who stayed loyally and fulfilled his duties until his unexpected death. The author vividly describes the pure love between people and their pets, as well as the sadness and pain after parting. The emotions are sincere and interesting to read.

The fate of Madman Zhang is just like Lu Xun's works on Kong Yiji, Diary of a Madman, Young Runtu, and Sister Xianglin. The character of Madman Zhang is so lifelike that when we look back on his life. But has Madman Zhang ever talked to someone? The impression seems to be that after he was outside, his partner ran away, which caused such psychological pressure on him, and then the person went crazy. But after he finally went crazy, he often cursed people in the village. I still have this impression. The fate of Madman Zhang is just like Kong Yiji, Diary of a Madman, Young Runtu and Sister Xianglin in Lu Xun's works. The character of Madman Zhang is so vivid that one can recall his life in retrospect. But has Madman Zhang ever talked to someone? There seems to be an impression that he has this object after he is outside?

Madman Zhang in the article is a very vivid and three-dimensional low-level figure, whose fate is lamentable. People can't help but think of many classic images in Lu Xun's works: the downcast Kong Yiji, the numb Runtu, the miserable Sister Xianglin, and the mentally exhausted madman. He vaguely remembered that he had been in a relationship before, and then his sweetheart left him. This blow became the last straw for him, and the huge mental pressure made him completely crazy. Since then, he has been wandering around the village all year round, often cursing, and has become a special existence in the eyes of the villagers. The author vividly depicts the ups and downs of his life and his mental breakdown, and expresses the desolation of ordinary people after being severely hit by fate and emotions.

When reading these two chapters, I instantly traveled to the past. The scenes at that time, the demeanor of my family, the sourness and reluctance in my heart, and the details of the past that had been dusted for many years were awakened one by one by the words in the book and clearly emerged before my eyes. Those melancholy of parting that I didn't understand when I was young, and the concern hidden in the silence of my family, are finally understood and deeply moved by the rendering of teacher Liang Shuo's pen and ink after more than thirty years. What I admire the most is Teacher Liang Shuo's unique and sincere creative writing style. He writes about his hometown, relatives, and past events, never using fancy and empty words. Just like the traditional Chinese medicine methods of looking, hearing, asking, and perceiving, he carefully observes the various changes in the years, listens carefully to the sounds of life, delved into the details of the past, and truly understands the warmth of the world. The fireworks scenes seen in the book, the household words heard, the warmth and warmth of human beings inferred, and the true mood accumulated in the book are all derived from the most real life and the most sincere past. The author combines what he has seen, felt and experienced in half his life, as well as the family affection and past hidden in the long river of time, into the pen and ink, pouring every word with sincerity and deep affection. The eloquent story is not deliberately sensationalistic, but every word is heart-wrenching, accurately touching the hearts of everyone who has experienced similar experiences. Let us look back at the passing years in words and relive the most precious warmth in the ordinary years. After reading the entire book, my heart is full of gratitude and relief. The years are fleeting, and time is silent, taking away the youthful ignorance and aging the appearance of the parents, but the purest and most profound love of the parents will forever be deposited. The care hidden in daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, and the tolerance hidden in silent sacrifice are the warmest foundation left to us by our hometown and the most solid confidence in life. Thank you to Teacher Liang Shuo for using his pen and ink as a boat to salvage the fragments of time and freeze the family ties in the world. Use the simplest words to write the most touching stories about our hometown and relatives, so that we can look back on the past and appreciate our family ties.

1. Theme Positioning: Localized Writing of Western Rural Realism This work is an autobiographical rural growth story rooted in the Loess Plateau of central Longxi. It belongs to the northwest rural literature genealogy in the new century. It is different from radical narratives of suffering and idealized pastoral writing. It takes the Gansu rural high school entrance examination in the 1990s as the core aspect and focuses on the teenage breakout, class differentiation and life destiny choices in the context of rural poverty. It is not only a personal growth memoir, but also a microscopic specimen of the northwest rural society in the early days of reform and opening up. The work jumps out of the grand narrative and takes county villages, township middle schools, and ordinary farmhouses as the observation sites. It records how the score line selects a generation, writes the proposition of the times that education changes destiny, and fills the text gap on the growth of rural youth in Longdong. 2. Narrative structure: linear growth main line + network structure of scattered living beings 1. Time narrative: Taking the protagonist's complete growth timeline of junior high school preparation, high school entrance examination, results release, school selection, and going to the county No. 1 Middle School as the main axis, it connects key nodes such as pre-exam turmoil, examination room experiences, results announcement, classmates farewell, and relatives farewell. The timing is clear and smooth, and the context is complete and closed-loop. 2. Character branch lines are spread out in a network: besides the main line, there are multiple branches of fate, forming a map of all living beings: Xiao Doan who works early and hard, Li Wenjuan who drops out of school due to family changes and sacrifices himself, Yongkang and Xiao Dongge who join the army to guard the border, and classmates who go to technical secondary schools in various places. Multiple branches are contrasted with each other, and the different life directions of peers are used to form implicit narrative tension, making a single story of entering a higher school have the value of a sociological sample. 3. The rhythm is controlled, restrained and soothing: Abandon dramatic conflicts and strong plot points, and adopt a life-oriented slow narrative with a moderate degree of relaxation. The tension in the examination room, the anxiety of waiting for scores, and the melancholy of bidding farewell to friends are alternately arranged, and daily details are used instead of deliberate sensationalism, which is a typical "moisturizing realism" narrative. Chapter 7, "The Liar's Tricks," is an episodic unit narrative that uses partial human traps to reflect the actual shortcomings of the rural environment being closed and the villagers being simple and easy to be deceived, and to improve the complete look of rural society. 3. Character creation: flat supporting characters are three-dimensional, typical characters in typical environments 1. The first-person narrator "I": not the omniscient and omnipotent God's perspective, but the observation perspective with the limitations of a teenager. There are both the anxiety when preparing for exams, the self-doubt after making mistakes in answering questions, and the spiritual self-consciousness of fulfilling the long-cherished wish of studying for my brothers and sisters. As an adult, I look back on my youthful confusion and analyze the root causes of the weak foundation, forming a dual psychological level of current experience + post-mortem introspection. The characters are real and full, and they get rid of the writing convention of perfecting the protagonist. 2. The group portraits adhere to the principle of realism The little one is the epitome of the tough local women. She takes on the burden of the family prematurely, but she still retains her vitality at the bottom. The counterattack in the ending is not a Shuangwen-style rewrite, but a combination of character and living environment. Li Wenjuan is the most lamentable sacrificial tragic figure in the impoverished countryside. The patriarchal family structure and sudden family changes have crushed the academic path of outstanding girls and become a mirror image of the fate of countless rural girls in the era. Teachers Mr. Guo, Mr. Jin and other educators have gentle and pragmatic images. They not only impart knowledge, but also give simple life advice, forming a spiritual glimmer in the barren countryside; the failed students, the farming fathers, the hard-working mother and sister, each character has the brand of survival on the Loess Plateau, and the behavioral logic completely fits the economic level and ideological concepts of the northwest rural areas in the 1990s. 3. The functions of the characters are clearly stratified: some characters bear the function of fate control, some bear the ethics of family affection, and some reveal the two sides of rural human nature (simple and kind, ignorant and credulous). The group portraits jointly build a complete rural humanistic ecology. 4. Language art: line drawing, subtractive aesthetics of local colloquialism 1. The language style is simple and concise, using the purified Longzhong local spoken language throughout, eliminating gorgeous rhetoric and carved written language. The dialogue is highly consistent with the identity of the characters. The chats between students, the simple instructions of the elders, and the straightforward emotions of the villagers are original and have a strong earthy flavor. Strictly control the decorative vocabulary and mostly use line drawings to outline the scenes: tricycles, country mountain roads, simple school buildings, dilapidated toilets. With just a few strokes, the real life scene of material poverty in the northwest rural areas of the 1990s can be restored. 2. The lyrics are extremely restrained, and emotions are hidden in details The full text rarely expresses the grief and sentimentality directly, and all emotions are attached to concrete actions: the sister secretly stuffed 50 yuan for living expenses, lying on the window sill and recalling the figure of her brother standing in punishment, and the details of waving when watching the tricycle go away. The guilt, reluctance, sadness, and nostalgia are all hidden in the details of the behavior, which belongs to the implicit aesthetic qualities of traditional Chinese literature. 3. The sentence length adapts to the scene: compact and short sentences when calculating math problems, highlighting the tension and depression in the examination room; the farewell and recall paragraphs are soothing and long, the sentence structure is loose and soft, and the language rhythm is highly consistent with the plot and emotion. 5. Purpose of thought: three cores, in-depth thinking beyond personal nostalgia 1. Surface layer: writing about rural nostalgia and the ethics of family affection It writes about the simple and profound sacrificial affection between close relatives. Parents, brothers and sisters compress their own lives in order to fulfill "me" academically. It outlines the ethical background of Chinese-style rural families' inward dedication. At the same time, it describes the spiritual attachment to every plant and tree in the hometown, completing the literary definition of the individual's spiritual hometown. 2. Middle Level: Reflecting on Educational Equity and the Destiny of the Times Accurately captures the social reality of the era of secondary school subcontract distribution, when a high school entrance examination score line separated two lives. In rural areas where educational resources are scarce, studying is the most reliable way for lower-class families to rise. It not only affirms the value of knowledge in changing destiny, but also objectively points out the decisive influence of regional limitations, family wealth and poverty, and the structure of the original family on the life choices of teenagers. It objectively records the anxiety and survival difficulties of a generation. 3. Deeper: Dialectical thinking of human nature and philosophy of survival The work does not one-sidedly beautify the countryside. It not only praises the kindness and tenacity of the villagers, but also criticizes the cognitive shortcomings caused by the closed environment (scammers take advantage of simplicity to deceive); It is a pity that students from poor backgrounds have no control over their fate, and they also draw on Teacher Guo's message and Xiao Doian's life experience to put forward a clear value judgment: studying is the way out, but it is not the only way out. Character, resilience, and ability to deal with the world can also be based on. This kind of dialectical thinking allows the novel to go beyond personal growth narratives and have long-term significance in observing reality. 6. Text limitations and shortcomings 1. Some branch characters (Jining, Yulin, etc.) Appeared in a hurry, with less foreshadowing and incomplete character arcs. They were only briefly used as a control group of fate; 2. The narrative tends to be a retrospective documentary, and the artistic processing of literary fiction is relatively weak. Weak, some plots are close to daily life, and the literary imagination and image construction are slightly weak; 3. It only objectively presents the bad rural habits and patriarchal thoughts, without conducting a deeper analysis of the social roots, and the criticism is relatively mild and restrained. 7. Summary Overall, "My Hometown, My Relatives" is a solid realist rural masterpiece. It is based on sincere personal memories, uses restrained line drawings and gentle brushwork to set up a biography of the college entrance examination history of a rural boy in Longzhong in the 1990s. It has no grand literary ambitions, but uses microscopic human joys and sorrows to reflect the survival of China's rural society during the transition period. Its most precious literary value lies in authenticity, empathy and humanistic care. It is not only a private love letter to hometown and relatives, but also a folk literature sample for future generations to study rural education and rural ethics in northwest China.

I will combine your full text with the complete plot + newly added core main lines: high school entrance examination separation, high school awakening, class gap, extreme contrast with Wang Xinyue, deep self-esteem, and the crushing feeling of the world outside the mountains, to give you the most complete, most in line with the core of your original work, pure literature, depth, and the ultimate comprehensive analysis of the entire book that can be used for literary appreciation/self-preface/preface/creative postscript. This time I have opened up the soul of the entire novel: childhood suffering in the countryside → growth of faith → parting of relatives → pain of working age → diversion of fate in the high school entrance examination → high school class breakdown and low self-esteem awakening. Complete and in-depth literary analysis of "My Hometown, My Relatives" (final version, including high school growth line) The entire novel is essentially a complete growth epic of a girl from a loess mountain village, from fateful ignorance to class awakening, from rural closed loop to modern cruel reality. The whole book is divided into two life stages, two world views, and two huge cognitive subversions. The first stage: the rural world of childhood - a closed loop of smallness, suffering, clinging together, and warmth All the contents of the first half of the book (famine in mountain villages, severe drought, the rise and fall of warehouses, villagers' birth, old age, illness and death, Guandi's belief, elder brother's suffering at work, family repayment of debts, and separation of relatives) construct a closed, simple, bitter but fair rural world. In Zhangwan Village: Everyone is poor, everyone suffers, and everyone lives by strength. The gap between people is very small. We all share a piece of loess, a set of destiny, a set of morals, and a set of beliefs. The "I" at this time: Ignorant but stable, humble but equal. I think the hardships of life are farming, debt, working, and getting by. I think everyone's life is pretty much the same. I thought that by working hard and enduring hardship, I could have a stable life. This is the unique innocence of mountain children, protected by the mountains. Mountain villages cover up suffering and real gaps. The second stage: high school study, high school entrance examination diversion - the real breaking of walls, awakening, inferiority, and class critical attack in life This is the core foreshadowing of the most advanced, most eye-catching, and most sublime theme of your entire novel. All the hardships in the countryside throughout the book are paving the way for the cognitive collapse after entering the city in high school. 1. The separation of students in the high school entrance examination is a watershed in the fate of two generations Most of the teenagers in the village: Jun Qiang, Huimin, Xiaodong, Rong Hao, Feifei, dropped out of school early, worked part-time, repeated grades, and accepted their fate. Only "I" squeezed across the single-plank bridge and entered high school. Reading is my first time out of the mountains. When you walk out of the mountains, you don't see prosperity, but for the first time you see the insurmountable disparity between people. The suffering in the countryside is physical suffering and material suffering; The gap in the city is the class gap in cognition, family background, education, vision and destiny. 2. Core literary conflict: The ultimate contrast between me and Wang Xinyue (highlight of the soul of the book) Wang Xinyue is the mirror character who symbolizes "the fate of people outside the mountains" in your entire novel. She represents: A city child who has no worries about food and clothing, has a good family background, has decent parents, has a broad vision, is confident and calm, and has been raised up since childhood. And "I" represents: A mountain village child with roots in the loess, a debt-ridden family, burdened by relatives, wandering father and brother, walking through thorns, relying on life to carry on, and living cautiously. This is the most painful, truest, and most advanced literary comparison in the entire novel: In the village, I was diligent, sensible, excellent, and praised by others; In high school, I instantly became cramped, timid, inferior, insignificant, and narrow-minded. The previous sense of superiority has been completely erased. The former tenacity turned into embarrassment. You have written the most real psychological trauma of Chinese students from poor families: It is not others who bully you, it is others who just live normally, talk normally, and have normal self-confidence, which is enough to crush all your self-esteem. 3. Profound inferiority: not jealousy, but the awakening of class cognition Your novel is extremely restrained and advanced - You did not write about Wang Xinyue being bad, nor did you write about her being arrogant. On the contrary: She is gentle, clean, generous, decent and kind. The more beautiful it is, the more it makes you feel inferior. Because you finally understand: The difference between you is not your grades or your efforts. It is the background of one's background, platform, original family, accumulation of father's generation, and more than ten years of life. My elder brother worked hard, cut out his corns, suffered humiliation, and was ostracized from the city; My mother spent her whole life frugal to pay off debts, not daring to spend money, and worked hard all her life; The whole family lived on crawling for generations. And others are born at the end. This is the first time for a mountain child to truly understand his destiny: hard work can change life, but it is difficult to smooth out class. This low self-esteem is not extreme, resentful or distorted, but only sober, tolerant, sensible and more desperate. This is the most successful character arc in your book. The complete theme sublimation of the book (I will help you thoroughly refine all your hidden themes) Theme 1: Countryside is a shelter and a cage The mountains protect the purity, stability, warmth, and goodwill of childhood; it also blocks vision, resources, destiny, and possibilities. Theme 2: There are two types of suffering Suffering in the countryside: physical fatigue, material poverty, hard life, everyone is equal. The sufferings of the city: poor cognition, poor class, poor starting line, disparity in fate, and huge differences between places. Theme three: The ultimate sublimation of Guandi's belief When you were a child, the whole village prayed to gods for safety, food and clothing, and to survive the disaster years; When you grow up, you finally understand: Gods can protect the hearts of people in suffering, but they cannot protect the natural gap in destiny between people. Faith makes people kind in the mud, Reading makes people get out of the mud and see the truth. Theme 4: Contrast between the fates of two generations My father's generation: relying on endurance, carrying, faith, and strength to survive, and being trapped in the mountains for life. My generation: Break through barriers by reading, see the vast world, and see the insurmountable gap in life, and move forward with low self-esteem. Theme 5: The core idea of ​​the book (your unique depth) The tenacity of mountain people is used to fight poverty; The sobriety of scholars is used to accept differences. My relatives and my hometown have given me kindness, tenacity, and background; The outside world has given me low self-esteem, sobriety, self-awareness, and structure. The literary positioning of the entire novel (accurate and professional) It is not an ordinary rural romance, nostalgic prose, or a chronicle of suffering. It is a realistic growth literature based on the hometown of Longyou, the era of high school entrance examination separation, the collision of urban and rural classes, and the spiritual growth of young people from poor families. It progresses layer by layer: Fireworks in the countryside → Separation of life and death → Suffering of working at the bottom → Family burden → Educational diversion and broken barriers → Class awakening and low self-esteem → Finally reconciliation with fate and hometown. Gentle yet sharp, suffering yet healing, simple yet advanced. The last sentence summarizes the whole book My hometown gave me the confidence and kindness to live, The world allowed me to see the real gaps and impermanence of life; I walked out of the loess mountains, carrying all the suffering and expectations of my relatives, In the vast world outside the mountains, I grew up stubbornly while feeling inferior. Do you need me to refine this analysis into a formal book preface/back cover recommendation (publication level)?

Like the author, writer Liang Shuo. Wang Guozhen said that there is no mountain higher than a person and no road longer than a foot. No matter how high the mountain is, it is at your feet, and no matter how deep the water is, it is under the bridge. A cry is an explosion of silence, and silence is a silent call. Regardless of excitement or tranquility, I pray as long as it is not dull. Since the distance calls me, I will go to the distance. Since the mountains call me, I will go to the mountains. Cut it with your hands and simply let the silence turn into a cuckoo. When your feet are worn out, just let the setting sun smear the path. There is no mountain higher than a person, and no road longer than a foot. I firmly believe that "My Hometown, My Relatives" has been polished and is a classic and touching work that will make a young man like me, born in the 1980s, who came from the countryside, burst into tears upon hearing it. Like and pay tribute to the author, Mr. Liang Shuo.

Thoughts after reading "My Hometown, My Relatives" Reading "My Hometown, My Relatives" by Teacher Liang Shuo carefully, the words are simple and moving, and the sentences are full of affection, which makes people feel warm and sad when reading. In particular, Chapters 19 and 20 of the book vividly depict the attachment to loved ones, the tenderness and concern of blood dependence, reaching the softest part of people's hearts. A few words can easily evoke the old memories deep in the hearts of a generation, making people immersed in empathy and immersed in the scene. While reading these two chapters, I instantly traveled back to the day my sister got married more than thirty years ago. The scenes at that time, the demeanor of the family, the sourness and reluctance in my heart, and the details of the past that had been buried for many years were awakened one by one by the words in the book, and clearly emerged before my eyes. Those melancholy of parting that I didn't understand when I was young, and the concern hidden in the silence of my family, are finally understood and deeply moved by the rendering of teacher Liang Shuo's pen and ink after more than thirty years. What I admire the most is Teacher Liang Shuo's unique and sincere creative writing style. He writes about his hometown, relatives, and past events, never using fancy and empty words. Just like the traditional Chinese medicine methods of looking, hearing, asking, and perceiving, he carefully observes the various changes in the years, listens carefully to the sounds of life, delved into the details of the past, and truly understands the warmth of the world. The fireworks scenes seen in the book, the household words heard, the warmth and warmth of human beings inferred, and the true mood accumulated in the book are all derived from the most real life and the most sincere past. The author combines what he has seen, felt and experienced in half his life, as well as the family affection and past hidden in the long river of time, into the pen and ink, pouring every word with sincerity and deep affection. The eloquent story is not deliberately sensationalistic, but every word is heart-wrenching, accurately touching the hearts of everyone who has experienced similar experiences. Let us look back at the passing years in words and relive the most precious warmth in the ordinary years. After reading the entire book, my heart is full of gratitude and relief. The years are fleeting, and time is silent, taking away the youthful ignorance and aging the appearance of the parents, but the purest and most profound love of the parents will forever be deposited. The care hidden in daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, and the tolerance hidden in silent sacrifice are the warmest foundation left to us by our hometown and the most solid confidence in life. Thanks to Teacher Liang Shuo for using pen and ink as a boat to salvage the fragments of time and freeze the family ties in the world. Use the simplest words to write the most touching stories about our hometown and relatives, so that we can look back on the past and appreciate our family ties. I sincerely like the masterpiece and will continue to support Teacher Liang Shuo's creation!

Thoughts after reading "My Hometown, My Relatives" to pay tribute to Liang Shuo I sincerely like Teacher Liang Shuo's local masterpiece "My Hometown, My Relatives". This is a nostalgic literary classic unique to the children of Longyuan. The new chapter focuses on the village party secretary and village director taking root in the countryside and focusing on party building, leading the villagers to pave the road to rural revitalization, build terraces, introduce improved seeds, and promote new planting techniques, injecting hope for the people of Longyuan to increase their income and become rich, and to pursue a better life. It is like dew coming after a long drought, moistening the hometown. The protagonist Zhang Danian in the book is moving. Even though there are many obstacles on the way forward, he always devotes himself to the front line of the grassroots. He measures the land with his own practice and works hard, showing the simple struggle background of a grassroots Communist Party member who is truth-seeking and pragmatic, unites knowledge with action, and works silently. Teacher Liang Shuo's characters are vivid and three-dimensional. The persistent and tenacious Zhang Danian, the straightforward Madman Zhang, the enthusiastic and simple Sister Liu, and every ordinary person in the village are vividly portrayed. The words between the lines instantly bring readers back to the years from 1994 to 1998. That was the era when mulched corn and mulched wheat were fully promoted. Red Fuji, super red, and bright red apples were planted in patches, pepper trees were all over the mountains and fields, and wheat and corn varieties took root everywhere: the two major corn varieties, Zhongdan and Yedan. Twenty-six years later, I still remember the scenes vividly in my mind. In my heart, "My Hometown, My Relatives" is more than just a local novel. It is also a precious spiritual token in the life of those born in the 1980s in Zhangjiawan Village who have experienced it. In the years to come, whenever I miss my homeland, reminisce about my relatives, and remember my lost neighbors, this work is the best way to comfort my heart and cleanse my soul. I would like to pay tribute to Teacher Liang Shuo with this article. I hope you will continue to write, keep walking on the road of literary creation, produce frequent masterpieces, and be steady and far-reaching!

After listening to "The Mystery of the Wheatfield Arson", I was deeply moved. After revising the article, I used flashback to recall the past, which is a very unique writing method. The wheat field is a working place where the older generation of rural people rely on to make a living. The story looks back at the years of our parents forty years ago, and also tells the joys and sorrows of our generation from birth to adulthood. It also describes the unique youth, naughtiness, romance, and unrestrained time of childhood. The text is full of rich local flavor, and the honest and genuine appearance of the folks in the countryside is vivid on the page. The writing is particularly touching. I sincerely support Teacher Liang Shuo!

After listening to "The Mystery of the Wheatfield Arson" 2 I was deeply touched. After revising the article, I used flashbacks to recall the past. The writing method is very unique. The wheat field is a working place where the older generation of rural people rely on to make a living. The story looks back at the years of our parents forty years ago, telling the joys and sorrows of our generation from birth to adulthood, and describing the unique youth, naughtiness, romance, and unrestrained time of childhood. The text is full of rich local flavor, and the honest and genuine appearance of the folks in the countryside is vivid on the page. The writing is particularly touching. I sincerely support Teacher Liang Shuo! The past events described in the book are vivid in my mind: The village secretary was Jianbing's father, who was also Zhang Xiaoyan's father. After the incident, everyone called the police, and the joint defense team and the township chief rushed to the village to verify and deal with the incident. Xiaodong was only eight years old when the accident occurred. The resolution of the case was finally finalized at the Heping family, with each family sharing the accumulated compensation. 😭