The history of blood and tears of a child who has never been fucked

I recently read an article, "The History of Blood and Tears of the First Generation of Chicken Babies in Beijing". The author told the story of his own upbringing from a chicken baby, which aroused my desire to study, which is far from ordinary. Memories without blood and tears.

I was born in a rural area in 1990. When I was born, it coincided with the family planning policy. Most of the people behind me were only children. However, the poorer the place, the more children it has to have in order to raise children. Anti-ageing bar, the house next door has earthen walls and gray tiles. When the family planning team came to give birth, a large number of people from the family planning team asked for fines and knocked down the roof. In a house in the neighboring village, when the family planning team came, the male owner made a lot of pot holes. Soot was sprinkled from upstairs to chase people away. So for those of us who don’t want to have a second child now, our seniors tell us stories about their past struggles with the Family Planning Office to stimulate us.

When I was young, my family was also poor. My grandparents left early and left nothing behind. They all relied on the hard work of my parents. I had an older brother who was two years older than me. We didn’t have a kindergarten at that time. , I started going to preschool at the age of seven and then went to elementary school. The tutoring classes for chicken babies have nothing to do with us.

Before going to school, perhaps the biggest worry for my parents was taking care of their children. When they were busy doing farm work, no one would take care of them. They sent my eldest brother to my grandma’s house and locked me up at home. In the summer, the weather was hot. Perhaps the most painful thing about being locked at home is being thirsty. When I could only crawl, I climbed onto the big table to get water. Then I knocked over the water bottle and got burned. I still have a scar under my neck. I had a lot of things to do when I was very young. I can’t remember it, but I’m impressed by the many pains. I often crawled to the crack of the door to cry when I woke up and there was no one around. At that time, I slept on a bamboo and rattan recliner in the summer. When I peed, I would urinate directly on it. There was a hole in the recliner, so I would slip out from underneath. I went down there. We were young at that time, so we could often get through the cracks in the door, and then we would sit on the roadside. He held a teapot to beg for water, and once he seemed to drink some of his own urine, which seemed to be laughed at by the passers-by. Later, when I was doing farm work, I brought a baby chair with me and sat on the ridge of the field.

My mother has always wanted a daughter. She often said that it would be great if I was a daughter. When I was a child, I would often tie my hair in pigtails and wear floral skirts. Adults often made fun of me, saying that if I cut off my penis, I would become a girl. So I didn’t know where I found a rusty and blunt kitchen knife and sharpened it on my penis. Adults laughed when I saw it. Now when I read the book "Raising Boys" and saw "Gender Identity Disorder", I I will think of myself at that time, and I learned to be a sissy for a while. When I was in school, there was also a sissy person in the school. Fortunately, I returned to normal later. The bright red jacket my mother bought me during the Chinese New Year did not happen once. Passed through and been deeply ashamed of it ever since.

When I was a little older, I hung out with my friends in the village, playing with mud, catching small animals, filling frog syringes with water, dissecting locusts, letting praying mantises fight, catching dragonflies, bees, and cicadas. We used slingshots to shoot birds, homemade tops, and feather guns. At that time, we all learned these tricks from older children. I don’t know who taught them. To catch dragonflies, we would find a Y-shaped branch and wrap it with a spider web. Whenever you see a dragonfly stinging, take a photo of it and catch it accurately. To catch a cicada, use a bag of washing powder on the front of a long bamboo pole, put it on a hoop made of wires and wires, and tie it to one end of the bamboo pole. When you hear the cicada calling, you go look for it, then buckle it on the tree and go in. bag. The main way to catch bees is to catch the bees in the holes in the earthen wall. Watch and wait for the bees to get into the hole, then cover the hole with a bag and catch them when they come out. The homemade top is also very interesting. It is made of flat tiles, ground into a circle, drill a hole in the middle, stuff it with a hollow bamboo, then use chopsticks to make a big drill, put the chopstick body through the hollow bamboo, and find a rope. Wrap it around the bamboo and pull it hard, and it will spin. The chicken feather gun is used to explode firecrackers. It uses a metal syringe needle for injection. Remove the needle and fix it with two foreign nails on both sides. Tie some chicken feathers on the tail and tie it with a thin wire. Tie the two foreign nail heads with a rubber band. Then use a nail to go through the rubber band several times and insert it into the head of the syringe. During the Chinese New Year, many firecrackers are blown up, but the gunpowder inside has not been burned. Pour the gunpowder into the chicken feather gun, plug in the nail, and then put the chicken feather gun Throw it into the sky, and when the end of the fallen nail hits the ground, there will be a loud bang of firecrackers. Although I don’t have money to buy toys, I have all kinds of things to play with.

The general activities are fine, but there are also many dangerous ones, such as playing with water, chasing tractors, and climbing. When I was a child, many children fell into the water and drowned, so I was timid and afraid of water ghosts. , I have never dared to go into deep water. Only some people dare to go into shallow water, just for fun. Many of my companions know how to swim at a very young age and can swim across the reservoir. I am afraid that I will never learn, so I only dare to take a cold bath in the pond at the door. . There was a time when I liked tractors. I would open the door to see a tractor when it came on the road behind my house. Later I got brave enough to climb on the tractor. The tractor didn’t drive very fast, but slowly and leisurely. If I ran faster, I could keep up. Then I hung on it, and then I started hanging on it. I was at a loss. The wheels that I thought were not going fast felt like they were spinning very fast, and there was nowhere to put my feet. The people working in the rice fields shouted loudly when they saw it, but the beeping sound of the tractor was so loud that they could not be heard at all. I couldn't hold it anymore and finally fell off, and the tractor ran over me. I don't know what happened next. Fortunately, the tractor was unloaded. Otherwise, I would have been so scared. I woke up on my mother's body, at the driver's house. A group of people gathered around, and later the driver stopped driving the tractor.

It’s not okay for a naughty kid with no one to take care of him. Later, my dad worked in a kiln factory and rode a big bike every day. My brother was in the back and I was sitting in the front. Dad worked while we While playing around, I crawled under a bamboo pole and dislocated my arm, which caused pain for several days. There were no orthopedic hospitals nearby. My mother searched for people and asked around. After traveling through mountains and rivers, she found an old master from far away. Just rub it once, otherwise your arms will be tied behind your back and unable to move.

My father later went away to work, and I finally reached the age of going to school. I was no longer so naughty. The only things I learned in elementary school were Chinese, mathematics, and physical education. I didn’t start learning English until I entered junior high school. The main thing to play was marbles with rubber bands and paper. At that time, marbles were played very crazily. I would play on the bed at night, drilling holes on the ground, drawing circles, and making up my own rules, as well as fixed-point catapults ( One marble hits another marble and rotates in place, replacing the original marble, and the other marble is knocked out of the circle). When you go to school, you have to go to morning reading. After morning reading, you go home to eat, and you go home for lunch at noon. The school does not have any other services except teaching. At the beginning, the eldest brother in fifth grade was the captain, and he set off at noon to whistle at the entrance of the village. Gather together, line up in long lines, and go to school collectively. I often set out before dawn in the morning. Sometimes I can’t see any candles or torches burning, and I’m quite scared when I hear some movement in the mountains and fields. I didn't take it seriously at all when I was promoted from primary school to junior high school. I just went to school to have fun, but there were also students with poor grades who were repeated. I was still in the five-year primary school system at that time. From my beginning, the classes were divided into half-five-year schools. After finishing the fifth grade, I went to junior high school. , the other half is going to sixth grade, and I will go to junior high school after finishing fifth grade.

Children in junior high school are also very naughty. There is also campus violence in the school. There is also the Qinglong Gang. My brother has always had good grades and has been the class monitor. Sometimes he is nosy when it comes to discipline. If he offends the gangsters, he is punished. Several people from the Qinglong Gang were beaten up. When my father found out, he stayed in school for a while and protected him secretly. Later, the gangster was also expelled. Logically speaking, no one can be expelled from the nine-year compulsory education, but he repeatedly contacted the family to no avail. , parents are also outside, it is really helpless. That child has since left the group of his peers. Later I saw him wandering around the campus alone, and I felt quite pitiful and lonely. But it doesn't matter. Many people don't take the nine-year compulsory education seriously. In the third grade of junior high school, several people in the class had already dropped out of school and went to work with their parents to earn money. There are also those who regard studying as a way out and are studying hard. One person with good grades was admitted to the best high school in the county, but his family had no money for him to study. When he filled out his application form, he cried and chose a private high school where he could study for free.

When I was in junior high school, my mother also went out to visit my father, so I stayed at home with my brother. At that time, a telephone was installed in the house. My brother matured early and became the mainstay of the family very early. He was sensible. Careful, I could pick vegetables, wash, cook and take care of my little brother since I was a child, without delaying my studies. When I was in the third year of junior high school, my brother went to the best high school in the county and lived on campus. The academic pressure was also great, and fewer people came back. I was the only one in the third year of junior high school to live at home. There was a vegetable garden at home, where I could eat, drink and have diarrhea. We are self-sufficient, and our neighbors take good care of us and often deliver food. My brother comes back to help take care of it when he has time on weekends. Sometimes I would take a classmate home to spend the night. During the summer vacation, I would also go to my dad’s place to see the world. In junior high school, this was the furthest I had ever seen the world. At first, I couldn’t even speak Mandarin and used apostrophes. It’s extremely awkward to communicate in the foot dialect and Mandarin. When I was in school, the teacher taught in dialect, and it always felt weird when speaking Mandarin. Dialects are inherently indistinguishable from L to N, nasal sounds, and flat and raised tongues, which is really hard for me.

My grades were average, I went to a high school that was barely good, and I spent some money. This was the only extra money I spent on my studies besides tuition. We never went to summer classes or anything like that. I don’t spend money when I can’t, so I didn’t have much idea about financial management since I was a child. I only know how to save money, as if money can be saved.

The pressure in high school is even greater. The college entrance examination is originally like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge. My parents were away from home, so we had been living on campus. During the seven-day National Day holiday in the first year of high school, all the classmates in the school went home. There was only one classmate and I in an empty dormitory. It felt like those seven days were more boring than the past seven years. It’s been a long time. I wander around the campus every day hoping to resume school soon. The doors to the teaching building are also locked. I sneak in at night. I can’t stay in the dormitory alone. Every time I see a car outside the school on weekends, I always look at it with envy and then pretend to be calm and continue reading, but in fact my mind is already gone. Later, my mother went to study with my brother to take care of his life. At that time, the school was full of study companions, so I could go there on weekends, and finally I could go home like other classmates.

Fortunately, my brother and I were both admitted to college in one go, and we have reached adulthood. Our personalities have been silently formed in our lives. My brother’s personality is diligent, mature, steady, careful, and caring. , and my character, because of my playfulness and willfulness, I played the Bully game console with the door closed during the summer vacation. I borrowed and copied my homework the day before school started, just to study and play at the same time. I was clever. Because of these comments, I stopped working hard. , play with confidence, if I still can't compare to my brother even though I try hard, wouldn't it be even more stupid? It's better to just play and learn while still retaining this clever personality.

I have never realized how much influence parents’ evaluation labels of children have on a child. The formation of preferences and behavioral habits will be shaped invisibly because of these. This means that children will live the way their parents say they will. Bar.

The book "Mom Knows What to Do" says that every word spoken by parents and children is like a magic spell. I also began to pay attention to stating more facts and less evaluating and labeling when talking to my children. .

When I went to college, I was far away from home for the first time, and I began to come into contact with people from different regions, including those from big cities, remote areas or ethnic minorities. Different people were mixed together, and I began to With new insights, many talented students began to perform at the welcome party. It turned out that some people really do so many things besides studying. I also began to realize the difference between rural people and big city people who have never passed the Mandarin exam. gap. My college living expenses were only about 500 a month, which was just normal food and drink expenses, about a dozen yuan a day. During my junior year, my brother graduated and started working, and he began to share the family burden with me for living expenses.

I don’t have that kind of tiger parent or tiger mother, and I haven’t experienced that kind of chicken-child education, but I don’t envy it either. The core of education is the ability to think independently and lifelong learning. Educating children is also the second growth of our adults. All of us must be responsible for ourselves. All the things we learn must be what we want to learn, not what our parents want us to learn. As a parent, we should give you the support we can.

I see many children on the Internet who are under great pressure to study and their parents criticize and scold those who commit suicide. From the tabloids, there are so many interest classes, grabbing the starting line, and sacrificing for the children, all for you. Is it interesting to be so involved for the sake of the children? A person like me is lucky enough to live to such an old age, so let yourself go and let your children go!

If you are rich, you can help the world; if you are poor, you can only take care of yourself.