In a competition of the next satellites, a man wrote an article called "Details". Please send me the full text.

Author: Yu

Gender: Female

Date of birth:1April 20, 992

Province and City: Huizhou City, Guangdong Province

School: Huizhou No.1 Middle School

I started from the southernmost tip of the motherland and fled to the northern city. -prequel

Affected by the mixed aroma of kapok, litchi and bauhinia, Beicheng gradually fell asleep.

Once upon a time, people in Beishi only knew that this small town lived for generations was in the north of H city, on the north bank of the lower reaches of Dongjiang River, so it was named "Beishi". Later, people in Beishi finally knew that Beishi was originally located in Guangdong Province in the southeast of the motherland and belonged to H City in the southeast of Guangdong Province, which is equivalent to the southernmost tip of the country. However, this name has been used for a long time, so Beicheng has always been called Beicheng.

Beishi is located in the northeast of Pearl River Delta, northwest of H city, looking at Dongguan in the south, adjacent to Hong Kong and Macao, and close to Guangzhou, Hong Kong and Shenzhen. In principle, such a geographical location is very conducive to development, but the northern cities are a little lazy and tired. Seeing that Shenzhen and Dongguan, two neighbors, began to carry out reforms in full swing more than 30 years ago, now the economy is in full swing, but Beicheng is still lazy, turning over, scratching his head and continuing to bask in its sun.

My home is in a neighborhood near Dongjiang. The same house, almost the same bauhinia, and a large monotonous open space have formed an ordinary community. The community has not had an accident for more than ten years, and it is calm.

That ordinary Friday afternoon, I ran all the way home from school, threw my schoolbag on the ground and rushed to the balcony door. Oncidium always spends half an hour taking care of her chlorophytum after work. Pots of bluegrass are hung on the balcony, with slender and beautiful leaves, a line of light green and a semi-circular arc shape, which swings when the wind blows.

Oncidium watered chlorophytum as usual. She held the kettle with her fingers, tilted it slightly, and the water flowed into the flowerpot like a stream. I stared at her silently. Her head is hidden among a dozen pots of chlorophytum. I only saw a dark eye flashing in light green and goose yellow, and then a gentle curse: "strangle your black eyes and stare like a dead man."

I sucked my nose loudly, trying to make my eyes look less moist. Those tears seem to roll down one by one by accident. "Where is Xiao Qi?" I asked.

"Look at the way you die, what a little girl, what a dead man." Oncidium continued to say viciously.

I had a hard time restraining my voice from shaking so much. "I mean, where is Mo Qixin?"

"I died outside." She continued to keep a straight face and overcame my anxiety with indifference as always. I clearly heard my voice softening, and asked piteously in a timid and fearful voice, "Mom, can I beg you to tell me where Mo Qixin went?"

"Beg me? Are you begging me, you dead girl? Begging me for a shameless dead man? " Oncidium knuckles holding a pot of chlorophytum. She was shaking so much that many delicate leaves trembled with her. Bang. A bomb grazed my left ear and exploded. Ceramics and clay fell all over me, and a few slender leaves hung on my shoulders comically. I grabbed my schoolbag and ran back to my room, slammed the door, leaned against the corner, buried my head in my knees and cried quietly.

I have never been so eager to escape from the North City and this nightmare.

When I was young, I realized how different Wen's way of speaking was, and I couldn't help noticing that most people in northern cities had the same habits as her. They especially like to use the word "death" when they speak. They add the word "death" before nouns, verbs and objects. Wherever they can add this decoration, they will give the word "death" rudely. For example, just because I came home late, Wen can call me "dead girl, you don't need your dead eyes to see what time it is." Tell me honestly where you died, and you don't know that you came home so late. " Live too comfortably and want to die, right? Next time you die so late, come back and see me, and I won't kill you. "

North of the North City (2)

I do not blame her. Because behind her, there are more than 800 thousand people in the whole northern city paving the way for her.

Beicheng is a place full of grievances. I always thought so. People in the north city have a skill. No matter what happens, they can always find the reason objectively. For example, the weather is bad, for example, the time is wrong, for example, Zhang San is too greedy for petty gain or Li Si is too unreasonable. As long as there is a little marginal reason, whether it is reasonable or not, it will become a high-sounding truth and the best explanation for their poor grades, bad business and bad luck. Young people curse the current education system and hate their parents everywhere; Old people enjoy the cool under the big tree to drive away mosquitoes and scold their unscrupulous offspring by the way; Women are carrying big bags and small bags through the dirty market, and their mouths are busy cursing the rising prices and the despicable behavior of vendors. Office workers complain about expensive oil and the depressed stock market. This is endless. Endless.

Since I was sensible, I learned the harm of resentment from my grandmother for the first time. My grandmother was born in Shenzhen, when she was only five or six years old. It was easy for her to be tricked into the North City by a man who had endured hardships. Running around on the long-distance bus, coupled with the hideous trafficker, made her too tired to speak. Before being sold to a literary family, she would only babble. He put her hand gently on his generous palm and asked her name. She just shook her head in despair. So the old man gave her little hand to another little hand.

Master Wen Jia was generous and honest and asked her, "My name is Wen Jingsen. What's your name? "

She still just shook her head. It took a month to speak. "Lingling." She whispered timidly.

"Which one? Is it Wang Lingling, Wang Linlin or Lingyun? "

She shook her head again. Wen Jingsen continued to ask patiently, "What's your last name?"

She stretched out her index finger and drew three horizontal lines in the air, then a vertical line. He smiled and named her Wang Ling.

In the first days, he inherited the family business of his ancestors. Writers have been carpenters for generations, so they have Mark in their names. With a pair of skillful hands and simple and kind personality, he quickly expanded his industry and accumulated more wealth. In his spare time, he also taught her to write, horizontal and horizontal, with a vigorous and powerful pen.

Wang Ling only learned to write four words in her life: one, two, three, and her family name is Wang.

Wen Jia is not a scholarly family, but a child bride. She doesn't need any culture. Many times, she remembered the way he taught her to write, and unconsciously moved her index finger, horizontal, horizontal, horizontal, and then vertical. She smiled proudly.

The couple had a boring and happy time. Later, the people's commune movement of "one big man and two big men" rose, and his property was reverted to the commune. Out of love and respect for his ancestors, he secretly left a machine tool for planing wood. After being exposed, he was taken to the street and severely criticized. Then came the darkest and most painful days. She changed from a wealthy housewife to a cook in the commune. Get up early every day and be greedy for black, firewood and soot.

Grandma likes to tell us stories about the past, her own experiences and some scary stories. In the end, she always screams uncontrollably, "Why? After so many years of hard life, he lived a good life. Why did he give up and leave me alone? Why! "

In the last ten years, my grandmother has a new reason for disgust: her hometown of Shenzhen. She watched helplessly as the small fishing village that gave birth to her and should have raised her became a world-famous modern city, and the northern city where she lived was still developing at the same speed as walking. She's just angry.

"Why? I can have a better development and a better life. Why should I fall into this small city for a lifetime? " She blames the trafficker, the literati grandfather, Wen Jingsen, his critics and the whole North City.

North of the North City (3)

But I found that she just forgot to blame herself, why she was so greedy and sacrificed her life's happiness for a candy. Grandma's heart is bad, probably eroded by resentment.

Wang Ling had her first child in the tenth year when she came to Beicheng. Followed by the second and third.

The beginning of 1967 is the most important traditional festival in China. On New Year's Eve, Wang Ling, a paunchy man, suddenly felt a sharp pain and fell down on the stove while cooking New Year's Eve.

That night, Oncidium was born. As the youngest child and a clean little girl, Wen Jingsen likes this child very much. He often hangs her around his neck and takes her anywhere; She giggled with stubble again. Oncidium has been spoiled since childhood. For example, when she was in primary school, she wore a fashionable plaid dress, sucked milk and bit cookies to go to school.

It is conceivable that Wen has been overly attached and intimate to his father since he was a child. Of the four children, only San Gewen is the most like his father. Yin Cheng is not only lively and smart, but also personable. At that rebellious age, Wen was not only Wen's favorite brother, but also a model of all men in her mind.

However, the scenery of Wenyin City only lasted until the age of eighteen. A college entrance examination shattered his pride, and after sighing at home for two months, he embarked on the road of re-reading. In those difficult days, Wen also decided to continue to study in high school so as to spend more time with her dear brother.

Wen retakes the exam for three years. When he graduated from high school, even his sister graduated from high school but didn't go to college. He fondled her head affectionately before going to college and said, "Girl, wait for me. Be obedient. "

She waited for him sincerely for four years. In those four years, she taught in a rural primary school, with a meager salary and a solid dream. She learned to play the guitar by the dog tail grass at dusk, wearing a plaid shirt, half of her face covered with black hair, and smiling gently at the orange sunset.

Four years later, she faded and became a real big girl. Four years later, he came back, more gentle and graceful, with a beautiful woman in his arms. Her name is Shi, and she still can't mix a little star after several years in the TV station.

She scrambled to go out to meet him, listening to his familiar voice and calling "light light blue" affectionately, only to find that it was not her. So all of a sudden, her body and mind are cold. "Fox!" She secretly scolded 1, turned and ran back to the room.

Later, the young Oncidium also became a dissatisfied housewife.

All the brothers and sisters are talking about marriage. Wen seems to be a dissatisfied housewife at home. She complained loudly that TV programs were too boring, eldest brother's children were noisy, and her sister-in-law wore too much perfume-her harsh words brought serious trouble to her family. Wen Yincheng suggested that it was time to find a family for his little sister.

As early as when Wen graduated from high school, Wang Ling once found her a husband's family. The man surnamed Mo is a local self-employed. At that time, she insisted on teaching in the countryside and refused. The engagement letter is still at the bottom of the wardrobe at home. Oncidium turned out and secretly went to Mo's house alone.

"Will you marry me?" She dared to ask.

Mo Zhong Ling was shocked by her: "You pushed for four years ... I already have a wife and children ..."

"What about this letter of appointment?" She raised her weapon.

Lin Xiue, outside the living room, rushed in with a child a few months old and slapped her with her hand.

Later, Oncidium gradually came out of his brother's shadow. Six months later, she married Pei Chen, a local civil servant. Later, she gave birth to her daughter early, and since then, I have had nightmare memories on earth.

My name is Pei Fei, and I was born in the most beautiful season in North City. At that time, kapok had not completely fallen, and Bauhinia had just pulled out its buds. Early-maturing litchi can be seen sporadically on the street, with sharp edges and corners.

North of the North City (4)

Adults say I've been smart since I was a child. I just skipped a grade when I entered school, and I get a thick certificate every year. Smart, silent, looks very quiet. I grew up under the strict supervision of Oncidium, learned to read, endured several curses with the word "death" in one sentence, and walked quickly past swearing women and sleeping beggars with my head down. It is my skill to wait peacefully and be patient indefinitely. In Beicheng, anyone must learn to be patient again, otherwise he will only become a philistine woman who swears in the street, or a vulgar and incompetent man, until he becomes an old man who mumbles resentment stories.

I always want to leave the north city, escape from the north, and leave this place full of resentment far away.

In his early observation, Wen decided that I didn't have the talent to study music art early, and decisively kicked me onto the road of exam-oriented education. I have been wearing thick glasses and reading thick books since I was six years old. Be liked by teachers and despised by classmates. Because of this, I have no heartless friends and no intimate friends to talk to. Only Xiao Qi. In the northern city, he accompanied me to pick kapok and bauhinia, and shared a bunch of lychees on the way after school.

"Let's leave Beicheng together in the future." He looked at the kapok tree full of flames, as if inadvertently saying.

"When?" I asked excitedly.

"Soon, soon ... we are almost twelve years old, I think ..." His words became less and less, and he disappeared into a crimson. A plump kapok fell in front of me with a bang, crushing my fantasy.

"Let's go."

It was the spring when I was twelve years old. I invited Xiaoqi to my birthday party. Wen and his father were deeply impressed by the cleverness, so they stayed. Finally, it was getting late and his father offered to send him home. Xiaoqi said, "No, my father is coming. It should arrive soon. "

As soon as the door opened, Oncidium hesitated for half a minute. She closed the door and turned blue. She said to Xiaoqi, "Xiaoqi, what's your full name?"

"Mo Chunxin. Pure is capital' seven', the letter is ... "

"the' letter' of' keeping promises'." Lin Xiue gnashed her teeth and answered behind the door. Behind her was Mo Zhong Ling, who was dumbfounded.

"Did you break your word?" Oncidium cold hum a, pushing a small and pure out of the door. "Pure, let's go! Don't go to this woman's house again! " Lin Xiue was so angry that she turned to our house and shouted hysterically, "Shame on you!"

I looked pitifully at the figure of Xiaoqi leaving behind the cat's eye, thinking about how to explain to him when I go to school tomorrow.

However, I don't need to rack my brains to come up with a suitable explanation, because Xiaoqi didn't come to school.

Oncidium didn't get the result I wanted. Since then, Xiaoqi has never appeared in Beicheng. And after I was thirteen, I decided to go out to study. Oncidium, grandma, Lin Xiue, the previous generation, the previous generation, all remain in the north city-the north city that gave birth to them, raised them and gave them flesh and blood. Their character and fate are closely related to the North City. They can't live without this town all their lives.

A curved tributary of Dongjiang River forms a natural barrier, separating the old North City from the prosperous H City. There are many older residential areas in the north city, which are built by the river and connected with Dongjiang water only by an old ochre wall.

However, unlike the outside city of H and the thriving Pearl River Delta, there is no doubt that the northern cities spend year after year comfortably. In the ancient banyan trees, ancient walls and warm wind that make people fall asleep, lie on the water and have a leisurely rest.

However, people in northern cities will still talk about it from time to time. Why are we so different from Shenzhen people and Hong Kong people, because we are all human beings and in the same river? When they talk about it, they still have a sentence pattern with the word "death", a vicious and resentful tone, and a lazy expression.

Judge Jing M.Guo commented:

Yu's works, among all the contestants, show a maturity and acrimony beyond his age. The whole article, from structure to narration, is filled with a sense of indifference that jumps out of the story itself and the author's experience. When all the judges saw this song "North of North City", they couldn't believe that such a masterpiece was written by a girl who was only sixteen years old. I even have a hunch that if she keeps this level in every competition, she is likely to win the title of "New Literature". She is the biggest dark horse I have ever seen in the competition.

Is this O(∩_∩)O~?