? Five-character ancient poem
The diviner knows the yin and yang, and holds his hand to tell the cause and effect:
The face has strange and awkward features, which have been lost through the ages. Autumn and spring.
The nose is like a walnut, and the forehead and eyebrows are engraved with annual rings.
The zodiac sign eats life and lives alone.
When you finally pity Huangquan Road, who will raise your grave?
On this blessed day, the wilderness will meet you.
The head of the household died young, and the eldest son was left without help.
The child suffered a stroke and was dying for only ten months.
The Lamb looks to the end of the road and runs to pay homage to the Lord God.
If you believe in the Kingdom of Heaven, will you be willing to cherish your own life?
Today I return to my hometown and patrol the streets alone.
The old house has faded into ashes and has a red door.
The path is buried in weeds, and the years have passed.
The flowers and leaves seem to wither, and life ends in dust.
There is only a tree in front of the courtyard, shaking down in memory of the old friend.
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I don’t know what grandma’s last name is. You know, the name on the title was improvised by me. This is because her second son has a brain problem and a big bump on his head. People in the village call him "Er Gupda", so I call his mother "Grandma Lupa".
Before formally writing this essay, let me set the tone for the following development.
It was said that Grandma Liao had a fortune telling. When the fortune teller saw her, he was shocked. Ask her what she belongs to. She said she was a chicken. The fortune teller looked at her palm again and sighed. He took a closer look at her facial features: she had a walnut face, and her facial features were all squeezed together. The wrinkles on his forehead are like knife carvings, and each one contains a period of suffering.
The fortune teller finally came to a conclusion in despair: Alas! I can't bear to ask for your hexagram gold today. You, a poor person who has been cultivating for thousands of years, are destined to be a chicken, a lonely chicken. When you get old, you won't have a family member by your side, and you will have to dig in the dirt to eat by yourself.
(2)
The fortune teller really got it right. Grandma Liao’s life is really hard.
Grandpa Liao died very early. I don't have much impression of him. I just remember that people called him Erzizi. Maybe it's because it was in Aixinjueluo's last years that his braids grew more distinctively.
After Grandpa Geda died, Grandma Geda left two sons behind.
The eldest son is a lame man. He makes a living by weaving wicker baskets and has certain cultural accomplishments. In his spare time, the lame boss always likes to study ancient books and spread some sensational news on the streets all day long. After a while, he said: The Americans have sent us a battle report. After a while, he said: When I looked at the sky last night, a guest star invaded the throne of the emperor, and the sky was about to change, or something like that. As a result, the village security director was offended, and his boss gave him a big slap in the face. He scolded: "Your mother is in a B place. If you continue to talk nonsense, get a hemp rope and tie it to the countryside, and find a group of people to criticize you, you idiot!"
The second child, well, he is the second protagonist of this article. When I was a child, I was very honest and liked the teacher very much in school. There is no hair in the center of the head, and there is a big pimple. According to ancient books, people with different appearances will have better prospects in the future. For example, it is said that Saint Kong had a bump on his head, which looked like a hill, so he was named Confucius.
But these two lumps are not saints after all, they can only be regarded as severely disabled.
When he reached the age of ten, the bump on the top of his head was already very frightening, and his brain was damaged. When he looked at people, he would always tilt his head and squint his eyes, and the rattles in his mouth would grow very long.
The most unbearable thing is that when Ergao's madness breaks out, he will strip naked and run through the streets, wherever there are many people. Alas, there are so many little wives and big girls on the street. They will definitely jump and curse when they see this scene. Those knight men will definitely take action. As a result, Ergaodaa often got beaten up by others. Of course, people generally won't hit him on the head. No one can bear this responsibility.
I remember that time very clearly. Whenever they see Ergeda coming out of the house, the children will sing: Ergeda, Ergeda, there is a chicken coop on the head. After singing, we will rush home.
(3)
Since I was a child, I have felt that Grandma Liaopa’s life is miserable. As a child, I have always sympathized with her. Every time I see her, she always has a look of compassion and keeps shouting "Grandma, Grandma". But there was one thing that completely changed my impression of her.
That time, Grandma Liao and a group of old ladies were playing cards under the shade of a tree at the head of the village, taking home a few cents in prize money. When I was passing by, a few old ladies got into a fight about cheating at cards. I heard Grandma Liao's voice shouting in aggrieved and angrily: Who hid it? Who hid it? Whoever hides it will put the card on her B.
Oh my God, I was completely shocked. This, this, this is much more vigorous than the current post-00 generation.
There is another thing that is talked about by the villagers, which is about Grandma Liao’s saving. It is said that one night, when Grandma Liao was cleaning up the dinner table, she found a piece of "sauce" left on the table. Grandma Liao was reluctant to throw it away, so she stretched out a finger and wiped it towards the black goo. He was still mumbling: Oh, why did a piece of sauce fall out? Then it was put directly into the mouth.
Later. Oh, my God, what a piece of chicken shit.
Grandpa Luda died early, and grandma Luda dragged her two sons, one disabled and one crazy, to live a hard life. Daughter-in-law? Don't even think about that good thing. But if the two sons can maintain the status quo, life can be endured. However, fate never let her go.
Later, Grandma Geda believed in Christianity, but this did not hinder Grandma Geda’s behavior.
Once, Grandma Liao came back from worshiping in another village. She passed by someone else’s leek field and there happened to be no one there, so she ran over to pluck the leeks. Even while doing this, she did not forget to pray. Every time you pull out a handful, pray: Thank the Lord, don’t let the owner find out. God bless me, this is the last one left. etc.
As a result, on the way home, Grandma Liao sprained her foot and limped back home carrying the handful of leeks. Others said that it was Heavenly Father and the Lord who played a role.
(4)
That little kid’s madness is getting worse and worse. When dealing with outsiders, I am afraid of being beaten and do not dare to run around. So he pointed the finger at his lame brother who often talked loudly. The lame boss also got angry and fought. But after all, he had no limbs and couldn't beat his stupid brother. He was often beaten up by Ergao with a black nose and a swollen face.
Once, on the street, everyone heard the lame boss pointing at his pimpled dick and saying: "Mom, let's do this tonight, just tonight, call Shangma Village." (His cousin) and Dongzhuang's (his cousin-in-law), in the dead of night, lifted your knot and did your kid's work!
However, the lame brother failed to finish the job of his crazy brother after all, but let his younger brother do it for him. One cold winter morning, people found the lame boss dead in the sheepfold. His head was buried in a pile of sheep dung, and his broken leg was draped over the fence of the sheep pen. There was an unfinished pesticide bottle lying beside him.
So, Grandma Liao had to depend on the remaining crazy guy. I often see her taking her silly son to pray together. Her little feet bounced. That silly son stared straight at others and smiled stupidly. But I haven't seen him running down the street naked for a long time. I haven’t heard of Grandma Liao plucking another person’s leeks. She became really religious.
? (5)
Needless to say, I actually had the opportunity to have an in-depth communication with Grandma Liao. It's a bit embarrassing to mention it. That year, I failed in a winter vacation exam in junior high school, and I felt very angry. On the morning of the first day of the new year, my father mentioned this matter again for some reason. I couldn't get angry, so I quarreled with my father. During the Chinese New Year, I didn’t have the courage to be a benevolent person, so I ran out alone, which was considered a form of anger.
? As you can imagine, early in the morning on the first day of the Lunar New Year, amidst the sound of firecrackers in the whole village and the New Year blessings from others, a child of about half an age, Pushing a broken bicycle, ignoring the repeated obstructions of her tearful mother, she walked out of the house in the biting cold wind.
That day, the fog in the wilderness was very thick, and the poplar trees with all their leaves dropped ice particles downwards. I, needless to say, look pessimistic, a little bit like I can't go back to my home, and I have the character of a lost dog.
On that wilderness path, I saw a staggering figure in front of me. It turned out that he was not an acquaintance, so he quickened his pace and walked forward in the cold wind. When I got closer, I saw that it was Grandma Liao. Her white hair was messy, and the wrinkles on her face were deeper. A tattered cotton jacket, tattered cotton trousers, and a tattered gray turban. There was a thick layer of ice on the temples.
When we met face to face, both of us were surprised. I asked her: Grandma, it’s Chinese New Year, it’s such a cold day, where are you going? Do you need me to take you a while?
Grandma Liao didn’t care about my situation. She just looked at me numbly and said in a faint tone: You don’t need to take me with me, I just want to I walked there by myself, but the Lord would not let me die on the way. I want to go to church and worship. My pimple is dying and the Lord will not leave him alone. The men in the family died early, and the eldest son took poison and died in the sheepfold, leaving him alone. Although he is stupid and crazy, he is the only one left. The fortune teller said that when I die, I will have to eat by myself. This is the only one, we can’t live without him. The Lord will never abandon me.
I suddenly felt a chill on my back. I clearly feel the fragility of life. I clearly feel that in front of the Creator, we humans are as insignificant as a grain of dust in the sky. At that time, I wanted to say, I am in charge of a ball game? But I didn't have the heart to speak.
I suddenly felt that I was quite lucky. My parents were still waiting for me, and my relatives might not really laugh at me. Isn't it just an exam? Didn't you just have a few quarrels with your father? Am I really going to never come back? Is escape a way out? At least, I am still young, healthy and have a good family environment. At the very least, I am much happier than this family!
Looking at the stumbling but determined pace of the seventy-year-old man, I felt very ashamed. Well, it can be regarded as a kind of spiritual baptism. Although I don’t believe in religion, God, or even fate. But in the end, I turned the car around, raised my head, and headed towards my home. Facing the wind and rain that was destined to come, we bravely walked forward.
When I was about to get home, my neighbor who was paying New Year greetings told me that my mother was almost going crazy looking for me.
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? Later I heard that her second child was still dead. Where and how he died, no one knows. It was him who went crazy and ran outside. Even the bones were thrown away.
Later, Grandma Liao finally died.
Just as the fortune teller said, she died without any relatives around her. She could only use her weak voice to continue her prayer to the Heavenly Father. She could only use her dry and pale hands to dig out the food from the soil.
When I returned to my hometown during the Spring Festival this year, I passed by the old yard of Grandma Geda’s house. It’s gone. The owner has long been changed, and a new house has been built, with tall walls, a grand courtyard, and glazed tile decorations. What remains unchanged is that only the old tree at the door still stands tall in the cold wind. It reminds people of the vivid lives that once flashed under this tree.
I heard from others that when Grandma Liao died, because she had no children, she couldn’t even find anyone to break the pot. In the end, she had no choice but to drag a child of the next generation from her family over to help her. The condition is that this young man will inherit her family's old house in the future. This young man is the future owner of the new house in front of him. In the eyes of many people in the village, this young man picked up a big treasure.
? Those lives that are as humble as dust, carrying the curse of fate that cannot be shaken off, fall silently with the cold wind from the north. Don't leave even the slightest trace to this cruel world.
May Grandma Liao and her relatives rest in peace in heaven!