Big the summit of the mountain spring not because

In 1958 in spring, I is formatted with rightists, 21, may be one of China's most young right now, processing to big medicinal field to peak enshi, apathy, decided to supervise labor no longer reading writing, if oneself is illiterate, would never have these things. And behold a farmer please I drank a wine and asked me to teach him a few child literacy, changed my destiny.

of the great leap forward of 1958 is more years earlier. May only start HuaDong, everywhere is still hornbeam yinhua, shady valley still stranded on snow piece, wire bullying a fist thick, then a more months of rainy. We first, in the rain in rain transformation, as the rain washed soul, hemp fiber rain hat, barefoot dig hoe, fatigue, sweat, cold blend together, however, pieces of bamboo curb the tangled skein of oil barren hills, he was a hoe hoe dig out. New repair of road, new open field, in the rain and fog stretch across thirty-six bag. Also at this incessant rain and approximate numbness of labor, the larger the summit of the mountain spring has come at last. Have withered half a year's lawn, appear patches of green, Hosta spend hair leaves, opened the blue flowers. Fern leaves lifted the yellow little fists, High ChunHuang life ShanRen crossing dish -- pointy dishes a a pale, Miao fritillaria self-identify has quietly.

The third day after kaitian, the three of us as a teacher's centre-right, receive team-mate workers LiuShanDe invitation, want us to his home to eat a meal. He is a month ago with a wife and four children from sichuan fengjie common.