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也许我只是陆地上的一滴水珠,遇热升为气体,遇冷结成冰,且因动作迟缓难于溶入大海,我虽赞叹大海,但并不羡慕随意流入大海的水滴,不是所有的水滴都要流入大海,不是所有的海水都来自陆上流水,但周而复始的运动岂能没有人间小唱,也许到世界的末日,一切向上升腾,向下流淌的人间的喜恕哀乐,都会以最最公证的答案,划上一个大大句号。由此,使我明白了一个极其简单又颇为深远的道理,那就是,人生最难的不是在人前叱咤风云,而是在无人问津的角落里默默无闻。

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本文转载自luckymeizi《2012年03月19日》

A piece of color for my grey Childhood

 

Mazy

 

 

Can you imagine? I never saw a piano before I went to the university that is located in the capital of our province. Not only did I not see a piano, I didn’t know a lot modern or nice things then, because I spent my childhood in a very poor and desert village.

 

Our village is much smaller than a town. It had only a few hundred people and one street without any traffic lights which extended just half a mile. There was a grocery store which provided needed products for local people. On the two sides of the street, were some houses which were built from mud, one of them was my home.

 

My parents have 4 children. I’m the oldest. My father worked in that grocery store, he was in charge of both buying and selling. He was very responsible on his job, and always went to work very early and came home very late, or he was always on a  business trip. I did not see him at home very often. My mother stayed at home to take care of all of us, and in addition, she had to work growing some plants and feeding one pig and one ewe. She also sewed clothes and shoes for all of our family. Both my father and mother had to work hard to raise their four children.

 

My childhood was almost boring. My parents were very busy. They did not pay much  attention to our childhood. Everything they were doing was just keeping us alive. Nobody thought or cared about a girl’s needs or whether she should have good education and health. I began to work for my family before I went to school. One of my job was to take care of my youngest brother. I remember I always carried him on my back, hled him with my arms and prevented him from dropping (Perhaps that’s why my back looks a little bit bent now).

 

My other job was to pick wild grass and vegetables for the pig and the ewe. Every afternoon I took a big basket made of willow branches and walked to some fields which were a few miles away from home and performed my routine. I was a good worker and always did well. I decided not to go home until my basket was full. I had some little friends who had the same job, including my sister. I was their little leader, because I told them not to be lazy and they followed my advice.

 

One summer afternoon, we went out as usual. We had just finished half of our work when all of a sudden a fierce thunderstorm started. We did not have any umbrellas or raincoats with us, so we got totally soaked soon. Our baskets became very heavy because of the heavy rain. But we did not give them up because pig’s food was inside. We treked step by step towards home but nobody cried. Half an hour later, my father came with a few his co-workers. My mother had gone to the grocery store to tell him where we might be and asked him to rescue us.

 

Another day, another little girl and I went out to work after the thenderstorm. On our way to home, a serious accident happened. The rain were full of the road, we had to rolled our trousers up and walked in the water, and we had fun. But when we carried our heavy baskets passed by a pile of mud my little friend suddenly dropped into a deep hole! It was coverd by water and we did not notice it at all!

 

I was solidified in the first seconds. I saw her head float out from the water and her hands griped into the air, but I just stared at her and did nothing. She sunk down again. But immediately I was ready to rescue her before her second rising. As soon as I saw her hands rise up, I griped one of them and pulled her with my all strength. We struggled long time and finally I pulled her out from the hole!

 

Nonetheless we went out the next day, we even didn’t tell our parents what happened. Nobody thought it was a hard life for a seven- year-old girl, because every body lived a hard life back then.

 

But I still sought some fun from my life. One of the happy experieses was riding a  bicycle. By that time, a family with a bicycle was considerd very rich. A bicycle was a luxury. It seemed as much luxury as a private airplane for the people nowadays.

 

I admired the bicycle and wanted to ride it. But my family didn’t have a bicycle then. In fact my family did not own one until I was seventeen years old. However, when I was seven years old, not only had I learned how to ride bicycle but I also could get many opportunities to practice. How could I do this? Let me tell you something interesting:

 

I told you there was a grocery store in the center of our village. People who lived far away came to the grocery to buy everything they needed, they had to take a long time to finish the work, and few of them were on bicycles. When they went into the grocery store to choose their goods, they parked their bicycles in front of the grocery store and never locked them. And I noticed that! So an exciting idea came into my mind. Once I looked around and made sure nobody was outside, I pushed the bicycle to a deserted area and began to learn riding it by myself. I practiced for maybe fifteen minutes, and fell down several times. Worried somebody would see me, I drove it back carefully. Fortunately, nobody found out about what I did. 

 

In the following days, I did that more and more. Little by little, step by step, I could finally ride such a big and heavy bike which was really for a man. And I was much cleverer than before. After I finished the first ride for about 10 minutes, I just returned to the grocery store to observe whether the owner would finish his shopping soon; if not, I could ride for another ten minutes. Because there were very few people in the grocery store, it was very easy to recognize who came from far away! Miraculously, I was NEVER caught!

 

A few years later, when I minapulated the bicycle I began to teach my younger brother riding it that way. Sometimes we went far away along the high way then returned. Once both of us fell down when we rashed into a steep slope. My younger brother’s palm got hurts and bleeded. I felt very sorry for him but he said to me: “I won’t tell dad and mom”. He knew I was helping him. “OK,” I replied with tears in my eyes.

 

One day I borrowed a bicycle from my classmate and rode it to the field to pick the vegetables. When I came back, my parents saw I carried my sister and another girl on the bicycle, and also with our three baskets which were filled with the pig’s food! My parents were surprised.They asked me when and where and how I learned to ride a bicycle. I did not answer them, instead I smiled. I thought I would get a punishment if I told them the truth.

 

Of course they knew what happened finally. That has already become a nice memory. But for me, that was a very special memory, not just a little girl’s trick. That means a little girl who was eager to learn the new things but whose parents had no time to pay attention to her just created a little fun and made her grey childhood more coulorful.

 

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