2024中英双语版《世界名人录》文化卷•周勇（中国）

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周勇（中国）Zhou Yong (China) 　　周勇，世界文化名人，第7届世界文化交流伟大贡献奖得主，世界文化大使勋章获得者，世界名人研究院院士，中国当代诗人，作家，书画家，男，汉族，大专文化，1963年2月12日生于中国云南省麻栗坡县国营天保农场三转弯队，曾用名：周贵，字：缘之，号：翰轩，小说笔名：三叶，诗歌(诗词)笔名:橡胶树。中国云南省委党校经济管理大专毕业。中国社会科学联合会方志协会会员、中国云南省楹联协会会员、中国云南农垦政务通讯员、《场志》副主编、中国深圳某外资集团企业副总经理，中国香港某杂志社驻深圳记者站记者，中国老山精神研究会会员，2024年成为中国黑龙江省作家协会主管的《宁古塔作家》签约作家、诗人。 本人曾经当过老师、当过兵，上过战场打过仗(1984年4月-8月参加过收复老山战斗，并火线入党)；复员返乡工作时从事采购和推销工作，后担任党委宣传干事，兼"双基"教育领导小组副组长、征兵委员会副主任和基干民兵一连连指导员；被第五届团代会选举为团委书记(正科级待遇)，四年后上级党组织提拔为党委书记(正县处级待遇)，现退休。 缘之从小酷爱文学，先后多次在国内各大报刊、杂志、广播、电台、网络发表小说、诗歌、散文等文章及作品数百篇次，有的获奖(有《证书》及《奖状》为凭)，并获得第三届全国国际诗词大赛三等奖；在文化传承，当代作家诗人文学奖全国文学大赛中获得小说类一等奖，鉴于本人对中华诗词的贡献，还被中国诗词家学会收录入中国文化艺术人才库。 斡轩是一棵生长在盘龙河畔的橡胶树；是一位来自老山脚下的守护者。 2024年9月29日荣获第7届世界文化交流伟大贡献奖，世界文化大使勋章，其个人近照，杰出成就入编2024中英双语版《世界名人录》（综合卷·文化卷），2024中英双语版《世界名人录》(综合22卷)由世界名人研究院主编，世界圣火艺术研究院，世界文艺界杰出文艺家联合会协编。 　　Zhou Yong, a world-renowned cultural figure, winner of the 7th World Cultural Exchange Great Contribution Award, recipient of the World Cultural Ambassador Medal, academician of the World Celebrity Research Institute, contemporary Chinese poet, writer, calligrapher and painter, male, Han ethnicity, college educated, born on February 12, 1963, in the Three Turning Team of the State owned Tianbao Farm in Malipo County, Yunnan Province, China. His former name was Zhou Gui, his courtesy name was Yuanzhi, and his pen name was Hanxuan. His novel pen name was San Ye, and his poetry pen name was Rubber Tree. Graduated from the Economic Management College of the Yunnan Provincial Party School in China. Member of the Local Chronicles Association of the Chinese Social Sciences Federation, member of the Yunnan Couplets Association of China, correspondent for the Yunnan Agricultural Reclamation Government of China, deputy editor in chief of "Field Chronicles", deputy general manager of a foreign-funded group enterprise in Shenzhen, journalist of a magazine in Shenzhen, member of the China Laoshan Spirit Research Association, and signed writer and poet for "Ningguta Writers" under the supervision of the Heilongjiang Writers Association in China in 2024. I have been a teacher, a soldier, and fought on the battlefield (from April to August 1984, I participated in the battle to recapture Laoshan and joined the Communist Party on the front line); When returning to work after demobilization, he engaged in procurement and sales work, and later served as a propaganda officer of the Party committee, as well as the deputy leader of the "Double Basic" education leadership group, deputy director of the conscription committee, and a series of instructors for the backbone militia; Elected as the Secretary of the Youth League Committee at the fifth Youth League Congress (with the treatment of a department level official), promoted to the Secretary of the Party Committee by the higher-level Party organization four years later (with the treatment of a county level official), and now retired. Yuan Zhi has had a passion for literature since childhood, and has published hundreds of articles and works such as novels, poems, essays, etc. in various newspapers, magazines, radio stations, and online platforms in China. Some of them have won awards (with certificates and certificates as evidence), and have won the third prize in the 3rd National International Poetry Competition; In terms of cultural inheritance, I won the first prize in the novel category at the National Literature Competition for Contemporary Writers and Poets. In recognition of my contributions to Chinese poetry, I have also been included in the Chinese Cultural and Artistic Talent Pool by the Chinese Poetry Society. Wuxuan is a rubber tree growing on the banks of the Panlong River; He is a guardian from the foot of the old mountain. On September 29, 2024, he was awarded the Great Contribution Award for World Cultural Exchange and the World Cultural Ambassador Medal. His personal recent photo and outstanding achievements were included in the 2024 bilingual edition of "World Celebrity List" (Comprehensive Volume · Cultural Volume). The 2024 bilingual edition of "World Celebrity List" (Comprehensive Volume 22) is edited by the World Celebrity Research Institute, co edited by the World Torch Art Research Institute and the World Federation of Outstanding Literary and Art Circles. 名人风采Celebrity style 代表名作Representative masterpiece 　　一文学 A Literature 　　深切缅怀伟大领袖毛主席 周勇（中国） (散文诗) 一九七六年的九月九日您驾鹤西去 为了中华民族和世界人民的解放事业鞠躬尽瘁呕心沥血吐尽最后一口气您拯救了中国唤醒了世界是您让中国屹立于世界之林回顾过去华夏遭窃八国列强入侵政府无能内忧外患人民陷入水深火热之中的时候您学习马列追寻真理探索出一条救国救亡的道路在日寇入侵肆意践踏大好河山横遭暴掠国破山河碎的时候您拔剑挣臂挺身举旗您坚持真理您信仰马列一直以来您置身中国革命事业历尽磨难与艰辛如逆流小舟为了祖国的解放事业您毅然放弃家族利益动员家人出湘投身革命弟弟、妹妹及妻儿都献出了宝贵的生命杨开慧、毛泽民、毛泽谭、毛泽建、毛岸龙、毛岸英......您是蛟龙出世是救星是领袖抗日战争时期您发出号令:团结一切可以团结的力量一致抗日 从而打败了日本帝国主义解放战争时期 国民党反戈一击在上海在南京在全国大肆屠杀共产党人和革命人士 喊出了宁可错杀一千决不放走一个天下白色恐怖大批共产党员和革命志士倒在了血泊之中 倒在了国民党的枪口下乌云密布群山环顾江河哭啼 革命的火种几乎被阴霾锁住是您再次力换狂澜把红旗撑起为革命队伍竖起了主心之骨您带领部队重上井岗山您带领红军长征二万五千里粉碎了国民党军队的重兵围追和堵截用小米加步枪与飞机大炮战斗长征途中步履艰辛红军忍饥挨饿寒风刺骨在您和前辈们的努力下凭借着对党的忠诚对社会主义制度的追求对共产主义的理想及信仰和对中国革命必胜的信念你们爬雪山过草地穿烟瘴渡江河破天险 面对各种牺牲和死亡陷阱以坚强的毅志征服了重重困难所向披靡您领导着红军所到之处困难躲避您及红军爬雪山过草地穿平川 束住了长龙震住了泥潭您及红军战胜了严寒雪山低下了高傲的头颅江河诚服不敢在您面前狂怒您带领红军吃草根维持生命以树皮充饥就这样到达了革命圣地一一延安在您的英明领导下挽救了党挽救了红军 从此中国革命从胜利走向了胜利建国时期您带领共产党人赴京赶考您励精图治教育党员干部您热爱祖国热爱党热爱人民 您领导全党和全国人民与天斗与地斗与大自然斗努力开展促生产促工作促劳动的大生产运动为了解放思想 您带领全国人民反帝反封建为了打破帝国主义的层层封锁您同人民心连心同甘苦共患难为使政府清政廉明您杀贪官除污吏为了树新风扬正气您号召大家学英雄学雷锋在农业建设中您号召学大寨学愚公兴修水利搬山移岭大造梯田使水改道石让路山变绿在发展工业中您号召学大庆学王进喜建立了新中国特有的工业体系在科工及国防建设上您不怕困难依靠科学实现了两弹一星在外交上您由近及远带领全党和全国人民宁愿勒紧腰带忍饥埃饿地伸出援手支援邻国的解放事业实现了抗美援朝抗美援越的伟大胜利同时还声援了亚非拉人民的革命运动和事业在捍卫祖国的主权上您领导人民解放军摧毁了印度军队的入侵消灭了苏联军队的挑衅在路线斗争中您带领中国人民彻底粉碎了帝国主义的和平演变和苏联修正主义的干扰和破坏您站在人民的前列与人民一道扫除封资修抵制牛鬼蛇神的侵害和影响以您的智慧和能力稳定了局势有力地保护了中国革命胜利的果实您一身正气清政廉明全心全意地做人民的公仆全心全意地为人民谋福利全心全意地为人民服务直至与世长辞为中国人民留下了一片幸福祥和与安宁 2018年9月9日 　　Deeply Remembering the Great Leader Chairman Mao Zhou Yong (China) (Prose Poetry) September 9th, 1976You drive the crane westFor the liberation cause of the Chinese nation and the people of the worldDedicate oneself wholeheartedly, pour out one's heart and blood, and take one's last breathYou saved China and awakened the worldIt is you who have made China stand tall in the forest of the worldLooking back on the pastHuaxia was stolen and invaded by eight major powers. The government was incompetent and faced internal and external troublesWhen the people are in dire straitsYou are studying Marxism Leninism and pursuing truthExplore a path to save the country and its peopleDuring the invasion of the Japanese invaders, they trampled on them recklesslyGreat rivers and mountains are being ravaged horizontallyWhen the country breaks and the mountains and rivers crumbleYou draw your sword, raise your arms, and step forward to raise the flagYou uphold the truth and believe in Marxism LeninismAll alongYou are immersed in the cause of the Chinese revolutionEnduring hardships and hardships like a small boat against the currentFor the liberation cause of our motherlandYou resolutely give up your family interestsMobilize family members to leave Hunan and join the revolutionMy younger brother, sister, wife, and children all sacrificed their precious livesYang Kaihui, Mao Zemin, Mao Zetan, Mao Zejian, Mao Anlong, Mao AnyingYou are born as a dragonHe is a savior and a leaderDuring the War of Resistance Against JapanYou issue a command: unite all forces that can be united to resist Japan togetherThus defeating Japanese imperialism During the Liberation WarThe Kuomintang launched a counterattackIn Shanghai, in Nanjing, and throughout the countryMassive massacre of communist and revolutionariesI shouted out that I would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one goThe White Terror of the WorldA large number of Communist Party members and revolutionary martyrs fell into a pool of bloodFallen at the gunpoint of the KuomintangDark clouds cover the mountains, looking around at the rivers and cryingThe spark of revolution is almost locked in the haze It is you who have once again fought against the raging waves to raise the red flagErected the backbone of the revolutionary teamYou led the troops back to JinggangshanYou led the Red Army on a 25000 mile Long MarchSmashed the heavy pursuit and blockade of the Nationalist armyFight against airplanes and cannons with Xiaomi and rifles The Long March was a difficult journeyThe Red Army suffered from hunger, starvation, and piercing cold windsThanks to your and your predecessors' effortsBy virtue of loyalty to the PartyThe pursuit of socialist systemIdeal and belief in communismAnd the belief in the victory of the Chinese revolutionYou climb snow capped mountains, cross grasslands, and endure the smoke and miasmaCrossing the Yangtze River and Breaking the Natural DangerFaced with various sacrifices and death trapsConquering numerous difficulties with strong determination and invincibleYou lead the Red Army to avoid difficulties wherever they goYou and the Red Army climbed snow capped mountains, crossed grasslands, and crossed flat riversBound the long dragon and shook the mudYou and the Red Army have overcome the severe coldThe snow capped mountain lowered its proud headJianghe Chengfu dare not rage in front of youYou led the Red Army to eat grass roots to sustain their lives and satisfy their hunger with tree barkThat's itArriving at the revolutionary holy land of Yan'anUnder your wise leadershipSaved the Party and the Red ArmyFrom then on, the Chinese revolution went from victory to victory During the period of the founding of the People's Republic of ChinaYou led the Communist Party members to Beijing to take the examYou work hard to educate party members and cadresYou love your country, your party, and your peopleYou lead the whole party and the people of the whole country to fight against heaven and earth and natureStrive to carry out a large-scale production movement that promotes production, work, and laborIn order to liberate the mindYou led the people of the country to fight against imperialism and feudalismIn order to break through the layers of imperialist blockadeYou are connected with the people, sharing joys and sorrows togetherTo ensure a clean and honest governmentYou kill corrupt officials and eliminate corrupt officialsIn order to promote positive energy through the establishment of new treesYou call on everyone to learn from heroes and Lei Feng In agricultural constructionYou call for learning from Dazhai and Yu GongConstructing water conservancy, moving mountains and ridges, and building terraced fieldsChange the course of the water and turn the mountain green with stonesIn the development of industryYou call for learning from Daqing and Wang JinxiEstablished a unique industrial system in New ChinaIn the fields of science and technology, as well as national defense constructionYou are not afraid of difficulties and rely on scienceImplemented two bombs and one satellite In diplomacyYou lead the whole party and the people from near to farI would rather tighten my belt and endure hunger to lend a helping handSupporting the liberation cause of neighboring countriesAchieved the great victory of resisting US aggression and aiding Korea and VietnamAt the same time, it also supported the revolutionary movements and causes of the people of Asia, Africa, and Latin AmericaIn defending the sovereignty of the motherlandYou led the People's Liberation Army to destroy the invasion of the Indian army and eliminate the provocation of the Soviet armyIn the struggle of the routeYou led the Chinese people to thoroughly smash the peaceful evolution of imperialism and the interference and destruction of Soviet revisionismYou stand at the forefront of the peopleTogether with the people, we will eradicate feudalism and resist the invasion and influence of evil spirits and godsWith your wisdom and abilitiesStabilized the situation and effectively protected the fruits of China's revolutionary victoryYou are upright, clean and honest in governanceWholeheartedly serving the people as public servantsWholeheartedly working for the welfare of the peopleWholeheartedly serving the peopleUntil the end of timeIt has left a happy, peaceful and peaceful place for the Chinese people September 9, 2018 秋韵 （散文） 周勇（中国） 秋，遵照四季的圣诣，沿着夏日没来得及涉足的轨迹，在皑皑白雪未降之前，划过时空，从茫茫宇宙莅临大地。风从山巅滑落，拽下了片片树叶，砸向土地，扣响了琴键，奏响了一曲秋的赞歌！ 月色中飘动着的竹影，像灰姑娘靠近，小鸟依人般，那楚楚动人的眼眸和柔情蜜意一个满怀，撞坏了我的情丝，一帘幽梦，远山灰濛濛，夜色被月光撕裂，谷口冉冉升起，一个古老而煽情的故事，铺满并挑逗着这潭秋夜，嘱咐我牵着落叶的手，立志去拯救濒临死亡与结束的威胁，去协调换代与生机。 枯叶在秋雨中自腐，将身体化作营养，喂食着林地，饱餐的果实挺着滚圆的肚子，荡着秋千，大师染黄了果皮，成熟了一地。 我伸手抓住即将贻尽的叶柄和骷骨，多么想竭尽全力将秋风和秋雨赶跑，以此换回一点点绿野，然而，却惹恼了早晚的一阵阵凉意，把光阴前顷，向着冬日靠近。 麦穗摇着头，玉米爬在杆的背椎，果实依附着母体，作物傻笑着，笑弯了腰姿，像漫舞的少女，不愿落地。 万物尽力茁壮成长，以旺盛的求生欲望，呈现出绿原，点缀着山野，秋风伴随着秋雨带着深秋的寒意，携手前行，唱响了一首凯旋归来似的丰楹满怀的歌谣，逗乐了河谷，一梯梯、一坡坡、一块块、一条条……，犹如约齐了的角色，妆演着一部巨著改编的金秋大戏，字正腔圆与台词句句，撒豆般，宛若个个音符，挂在五线谱的涤荡处，偶有一符潜伏在弯道处，探出个漆黑的脑袋，窥望着，似在谋求着什么。一缕清风扫过，幻化出金秋的弦律，又似单色涂抹，绘制出一幅秋韵伏笔的画卷。 城市中，那一幢幢高楼竞相攀比着，众多的窗棂眨着眼睛，闪亮出点点的光莺；街道托举着奢侈、豪掷与炫富……！唯有那一处处身在铁皮围栏中又身披绿装烂尾待建的楼宇在秋风中飘摇着，成为了城市的牛皮癣，也成为痛煞了城市靓丽的另一类风景。 躲在秋夜，乘着秋风，冒着秋雨，顶着寒意，伸出颤抖的双手，小心翼翼地掀开包裹烂尾楼那绿色的裙装，似乎看见了大小不同的血盆大口和贪婪的目光面朝着我，月光下，那些支架上、楼道里、走道内、窗台上……，似乎堆积着太多的尘埃与寒气，仿佛挂满了无数的期待与失望，跻集着部分落叶和落叶所恃有的恐怖与死亡，这无疑给秋韵增添了些许懊恼与晦气。 我一手牵着落叶，追随并憧憬着这靓丽的风景——高声质询：就这样陶醉在这漫山的秋韵？ 我在秋风中，怀抱秋色，获得硕果，生成杂念，体会自然法则，促进新阵代谢，唤醒绿洲，看到了生的希望！ 秋韵就这样在秋风中诞生，也在山涧、丘岭、河谷、田野、竹海、森林及村寨之间奔跑、追攆和嬉戏！ 秋，遵照四季的圣诣，沿着夏日没来得及涉足的轨迹，在皑皑白雪未降之前，划过时空，从茫茫宇宙莅临大地。 风从山巅滑落，拽下了片片树叶，砸向土地，扣响了琴键，奏响了一曲秋的赞歌！ 月色中飘动着的竹影，像灰姑娘靠近，小鸟依人般，那楚楚动人的眼眸和揉情蜜意一个满怀，撞坏了我的情丝，一帘幽梦，远山灰濛濛，夜色被月光撕裂，谷口冉冉升起，一个古老而煽情的故事，铺满并挑逗着这潭秋夜，嘱咐我牵着落叶的手，立志去拯救濒临死亡与结束的威胁，去协调换代与生机。 枯叶在秋雨中自腐，将身体化作营养，喂食着林地，饱餐的果实挺着滚圆的肚子，荡着秋千，大师染黄了果皮，成熟了一地。 我伸手抓住即将贻尽的叶柄和骷骨，多么想竭尽全力将秋风和秋雨赶跑，以此换回一点点绿野，然而，却惹恼了早晚的一阵阵凉意，把光阴前顷，向着冬日靠近。 麦穗摇着头，玉米爬在杆的背椎，果实依附着母体，作物傻笑着，笑弯了腰姿，像漫舞的少女，不愿落地。 万物尽力茁壮成长，以旺盛的求生欲望，呈现出绿原，点缀着山野，秋风伴随着秋雨带着深秋的寒意，携手前行，唱响了一首凯旋归来似的丰楹满怀的歌谣，逗乐了河谷，一梯梯、一坡坡、一块块、一条条……，犹如约齐了的角色，妝演着一部巨著改编的金秋大戏，字正腔圆与台词句句，撒豆般，宛若个个音符，挂在五线谱的涤荡处，偶有一符潜伏在弯道处，探出个漆黑的脑袋，窥望着，似在谋求着什么。一缕清风扫过，幻化出金秋的弦律，又似单色塗抹，绘制出一幅秋韵伏笔的画卷。 城市中，那一幢幢高楼竞相攀比着，众多的窗棂眨着眼睛，闪亮出点点的光莺；街道托举着奢侈、豪掷与炫富……！唯有那一处处身在铁皮围栏中又身披绿装烂尾待建的楼宇在秋风中飘摇着，成为了城市的牛皮癣，也成为痛煞了城市靓丽的另一类风景。 躲在秋夜，乘着秋风，帽着秋雨，顶着寒意，伸出颤抖的双手，小心翼翼地掀开包裹烂尾楼那绿色的裙装，似乎看见了大小不同的血盆大口和贪婪的目光面朝着我，月光下，那些支架上、楼道里、走道内、窗台上……，似乎堆积着太多的尘埃与寒气，仿如挂满了无数的期待与失望，跻集着部份落叶和落叶所恃有的恐怖与死亡，这无疑给秋韵增添了些许懊恼与晦气。 我一手牵着落叶，追随并憧憬着这靓丽的风景——高声质询：就这样陶醉在这漫山的秋韵？ 我在秋风中，怀抱秋色，获得硕果，生成杂念，体会自然法则，促进新陈代谢，唤醒绿洲，看到了生的希望！ 秋韵就这样在秋风中诞生，也在山涧、丘岭、河谷、田野、竹海、森林及村寨之间奔跑、追撵和嬉戏！ Autumn Charm (Prose) Zhou Yong (China) Autumn, following the sacred teachings of the four seasons, follows the trajectory that summer has not yet set foot on, before the white snow falls, crossing time and space, and arriving on the earth from the vast universe. The wind slid down from the mountaintop, pulling down leaves and smashing them onto the ground, playing the piano keys and composing a hymn of autumn! The bamboo shadows fluttering in the moonlight, like Cinderella approaching, like a little bird leaning on someone, their charming eyes and soft affection are full of each other, shattering my love. A curtain of dreams, the distant mountains are gray, the night is torn apart by moonlight, and the valley mouth rises slowly. An ancient and emotional story fills and teases this autumn night, instructing me to hold the hand of fallen leaves, determined to save the threat of imminent death and end, and to coordinate generation and vitality. The withered leaves rot in the autumn rain, turning their bodies into nutrients and feeding the forest. The plump fruits sway on the swing, while the master dyes the skin yellow and ripens the ground. I reached out and grabbed the almost withered petiole and skeleton, wanting to do my best to drive away the autumn wind and rain, in exchange for a little bit of green field. However, it annoyed the waves of coolness in the morning and evening, and brought time closer to winter. The wheat ears shake their heads, the corn crawls on the back vertebrae of the pole, and the fruit attaches to the mother's body. The crop giggles and bends its waist, like a dancing girl, unwilling to land. All things strive to grow vigorously, with a strong desire for survival, presenting a green plant, embellishing the mountains and fields. The autumn wind accompanies the autumn rain with the chill of deep autumn, walking hand in hand, singing a song full of abundant couplets like a triumphant return, amusing the river valley, with stairs, slopes, blocks, and lines... like arranged characters, performing a grand adaptation of a golden autumn drama. The words and lines are clear and round, like scattered beans, hanging on the polished parts of the staff. Occasionally, a symbol lurks in the bend, and a dark head peeks out, as if seeking something. A gentle breeze swept by, transforming into the strings of golden autumn, or like monochrome painting, creating a painting of autumn charm foreshadowing. In the city, towering buildings compete with each other, and numerous window frames blink their eyes, shining with twinkling orioles; The streets carry luxury, extravagance, and flaunting wealth! Only the abandoned building, nestled within the iron fence and dressed in green, swaying in the autumn wind, has become the psoriasis of the city and another beautiful scenery that pains the city. Hiding in the autumn night, riding on the autumn wind, braving the autumn rain, and enduring the chill, I reached out my trembling hands and carefully lifted the green dress that wrapped around the abandoned building. It seemed that I saw bloodthirsty mouths of different sizes and greedy eyes facing me. Under the moonlight, there seemed to be too much dust and coldness piled up on those brackets, in the hallway, in the corridor, on the windowsill... It seemed to be filled with countless expectations and disappointments, gathering some fallen leaves and the terror and death they relied on. This undoubtedly added a little regret and misfortune to Qiuyun. I hold the fallen leaves in one hand, following and longing for this beautiful scenery - loudly questioning: Is this how I am intoxicated by the autumn charm of the mountains? 　　I am in the autumn breeze, embracing the colors of autumn, reaping the fruits, generating distractions, experiencing the laws of nature, promoting the metabolism of new formations, awakening the oasis, and seeing the hope of life! Autumn charm is born in the autumn breeze, running, chasing, and playing among mountain streams, hills, valleys, fields, bamboo seas, forests, and villages! Autumn, following the sacred teachings of the four seasons, follows the trajectory that summer has not yet set foot on, before the white snow falls, crossing time and space, and arriving on the earth from the vast universe. The wind slid down from the mountaintop, pulling down leaves and smashing them onto the ground, playing the piano keys and composing a hymn of autumn! The bamboo shadows fluttering in the moonlight, like Cinderella approaching, like a little bird leaning on someone, their charming eyes and affectionate feelings are full of each other, shattering my love. A curtain of dreams, the distant mountains are gray and misty, the night is torn apart by moonlight, and the valley mouth rises slowly. An ancient and emotional story fills and teases this autumn night, instructing me to hold the hand of fallen leaves, determined to save the threat of imminent death and end, and to coordinate generation and vitality. The withered leaves rot in the autumn rain, turning their bodies into nutrients and feeding the forest. The plump fruits sway on the swing, while the master dyes the skin yellow and ripens the ground. I reached out and grabbed the almost withered petiole and skeleton, wanting to do my best to drive away the autumn wind and rain, in exchange for a little bit of green field. However, it annoyed the waves of coolness in the morning and evening, and brought time closer to winter. The wheat ears shake their heads, the corn crawls on the back vertebrae of the pole, and the fruit attaches to the mother's body. The crop giggles and bends its waist, like a dancing girl, unwilling to land. All things strive to grow vigorously, with a strong desire for survival, presenting a green plant, embellishing the mountains and fields. The autumn wind accompanies the autumn rain with the chill of deep autumn, walking hand in hand, singing a song full of abundant couplets like a triumphant return, amusing the river valley, with stairs, slopes, blocks, and lines... like arranged characters, performing a grand adaptation of a golden autumn drama. The words and lines are clear and round, like scattered beans, hanging on the polished parts of the staff. Occasionally, a symbol lurks in the bend, and a dark head peeks out, as if seeking something. A gentle breeze swept by, transforming into the strings of golden autumn, or like monochrome painting, creating a painting of autumn charm foreshadowing. In the city, towering buildings compete with each other, and numerous window frames blink their eyes, shining with twinkling orioles; The streets carry luxury, extravagance, and flaunting wealth! Only the abandoned building, nestled within the iron fence and dressed in green, swaying in the autumn wind, has become the psoriasis of the city and another beautiful scenery that pains the city. Hiding in the autumn night, riding on the autumn wind, wearing the autumn rain, and enduring the chill, I reached out my trembling hands and carefully lifted the green dress that wrapped around the abandoned building. It seemed that I saw bloodthirsty mouths of different sizes and greedy eyes facing me. Under the moonlight, there seemed to be too much dust and coldness piled up on those brackets, in the hallway, in the corridor, on the windowsill... as if they were filled with countless expectations and disappointments, gathering some fallen leaves and the terror and death they relied on. This undoubtedly added a little regret and misfortune to Qiuyun. I hold the fallen leaves in one hand, following and longing for this beautiful scenery - loudly questioning: Is this how I am intoxicated by the autumn charm of the mountains?I am in the autumn breeze, embracing the colors of autumn, reaping fruits, generating distractions, experiencing the laws of nature, promoting metabolism, awakening the oasis, and seeing the hope of life! Autumn charm is born in the autumn breeze, running, chasing, and playing among mountain streams, hills, valleys, fields, bamboo seas, forests, and villages! 阆疤大舅 (短篇小说) 周勇（中国） 一九七七年，由于中越关系渐渐紧张，两国大有开战之势，我作为以学为主的初二学生，被父母送到父亲老家的中学校读书，一来可以避开边境危险，二来可以求取一片宁静之地安心学习！ 父亲的老家叫A镇，老宅建在正街中心，与镇机关五大所为邻，正门直通四合院，四合院中央留有一个巨大的天井。 从前往后走去，当中住有四户人家，每户都姓杨。只有住在正门的奶奶家姓周，但我大妈姓杨，在进门的左边住着一户杨姓人家，因户主去世多年，留下妻子带着一儿一女过日子；再往里走，靠右边有一厢房，上面搭有一阁楼，阁楼里住着一位杨姓残疾青年，左边是我大妈家厨房，自东向西延伸成长方形的厨房被木板往后隔出去一大半，那边那隔里住着一户刚从越南被越南政府驱赶回来的一杨姓人家，夫妻二人带着一儿一女。 按照街坊习俗，我们几姊妹得称那些邻居为婆婆、叔叔、婶婶、大舅及孃孃等。 我们周家离开四合院多年。如今，那四合院及原来住户都已老去，原户或者搬离，再回去看到今日的景况，已是物是人非，老的那辈或已离世，或已散居。 上辈已老矣，不再充满朝气，同辈的又各奔东西，全部已成家立业，并四处撒落，家家有了下一代，各人过着自己的幸福生活，因此，现在回去，已找不到昔日的亲情、温馨与关怀，只有那古老的发黑的建筑和天井依然如故，神龛的香烟不再是周、杨两家的袅袅升起。 过去一切都如过眼烟云，早已成为故事。 给我印象最深的还是住在阁楼上的那位腿脚残疾的青年，他的名字我已记不得了，只知道大人们都叫他阆疤，我们晚辈的出于礼貌，不敢直呼其“名”，按辈份和街坊礼节，就叫他大舅了，称呼前还冠以其姓名。 据说，刚出生的他，正赶上饿饭时期，所以，其身体处处彰显营养不良，骨瘦如柴，人非常消瘦，也常常闹些小病小灾的，时常打针吃药。 一次治病时，由于赤脚医生扎针失误，针头扎歪了位置，给他带来了终身残疾，走路时一拐一拐的，变成了痂子。 因为身体太弱，其父母为他重新取了个名字——叫阆疤，因此，我们也顺理成章地叫他阆疤大舅，这也就无可厚诽了。 多少年了，由于生活一直没有太大好转，他自己又不会做生意，不会干农活，也没有劳动能力，所以没有生活来源，只能靠家人照顾或靠老人养活，按现在流行的新名词——叫“啃老族”。 他特别“爱好”文学创作和音乐，时常动笔写点小东西。 有一次写了一篇关于A镇成立幼儿园并开学的报道，被镇广播站和县广播电台采用播出，他高兴得几天睡不着觉，还逢人就说，见人就表。 那时的人都喜欢留个小平头，他却逆流行事，喜欢把平头头项上的头发留长些，天天戴一顶八角帽。 看面部，眼小，像两颗镶嵌着黑豆般大小的玻璃珠，鼻梁小，小得像伙夫用斧头刚从腐木中劈出来的尾尖头大而凸起的一条小柴蛆，嘴也小，小得像颗外表并不光滑的深紫色樱桃，在鼻孔下方位于上嘴唇的两边角落处留有稍许的两小撮小胡子，大约两公分长，看上去显得有些老沉持重，下巴尖尖的，尖得像颗肉制钻花——意欲能把木板钻个洞；从正面看，整张脸颇有个性，也很有特点，像现在流行的"V″字脸型，又像一粒去了壳的葵花籽，再瘦下去，整张脸就会瘦得更像一条柳叶了。 大概是长期营养不良的缘故，他个头不算高，不超过1.65米的样子，其实，对于他那身体和重量来说，哪怕残疾到仅剩一支脚，也可轻松地支撑起他那弱不经风的上身——且绰绰有余。 他打小就喜欢灰色，大概是受红军制服的影响，所以骨子里就生长着红色基因，灰色的八角帽，灰色的三个口袋配饰的绒装，灰色的裤子，绿色的胶鞋或灰色的平底布鞋，就连钮扣都是净灰色或深灰色的。 他酷爱吸烟，烟瘾特别大，随时随地都能看见他手指间夹着烟雾缭绕的烟头，夹烟的两手指尖泛黄变黑，脱下一层黄色的皮来。 他患有中度哮喘，每当呼吸时，便会从其呼吸道的喉咙处传出另类的风鸣声，像猫呼吸时发出的那种声音，倘若他圈曲着身体躺在地面上睡去，你还以为是一只灰色的巨型猫科动物呢！ 有可能是因为残疾的关系，更或许是没有劳动能力，加之太懒的缘故吧，反正真正原因没人知道，就是没有哪家愿意把女儿许配给他，包括谈恋爱都不行。 那时，我对文学有一点点兴趣，在他的影响下，渐渐产生了爱好。想向他学习一招半式的写作方法，也就时常跟他聊聊天，不断讨好他，接近他，偶尔会去跟他挤一挤，两人会聊到深夜，他会告诉我：某某写了一首歌，某某进了县文工团，某某吹拉弹唱样样会，想报名考县剧团，某某学会了广播里教唱的一首歌，自己又着手写了什么什么等等。 可就是牙根不提教我写作的事。我总是问他，如何写新闻报道？如何撰写人物事迹？如何刻画景色？如何写小说等等诸多问题，也提问了N次，但他定是绕开，闭口不谈，为了向他取到“真经”，我时常买些香烟孝敬他，以此换取渴盼的回报，然而，每次都没有满意的结果，但我也不怪他。 他的兴趣就是这些，所以他不分场合，不分对象，只管瞅准机会扎入人堆中，大势宣讲，不管别人爱不爱听，也不管别人听得懂听不懂，更不管别人有没有空，他总是见缝插针般“传导”，有时人们很讨厌他，便借机戏弄他，希望他别防碍大家干活，早些知趣地离开。 他看不起那些小看他的人，抵制那些张狂的恶人，不爱搭理那些脏话不离口的粗人，常躲避那些时常欺负和毁损他名声的人，不爱跟他们接触，更不爱跟他们在一起，他说:“不能怪他们，物以类聚，人以群分！”偶尔在一起，也尽量不和他们聊天。当听到别人“数落”他时，他会反击说人家是：“嘎底”、“冬汗菜”。 在A镇，特别是在A镇的这条街上，人们都有等级观念，似乎是约定成俗的固有观念，整条街分街心、街头和街脚。 街心的人貌视清高和骄傲——自豪一些，常常摆出一副城里人般或高人一等的臭架子。 参加工作、开会发言、分配土地等等，凡是好事总是占比较多，获益颇丰，街头、街脚的人感觉不太公平，但无可奈何，这或许是街心的人在外面工作的人多或先遣“移居”至此的缘故，总之不得而知。 人们总有爱凑热闹的习惯，街心的人总能占着优势，因此赶集都是街心里生意最旺，人最多和最集中，受益颇多，就连小孩子在一起玩耍也分个三六九等的了。 我的妈妈是p镇人，是与爸爸一同支边的青年。 两人在劳动过程中相爱，并结为夫妻。 p镇与A镇相隔不足100公里地，中间有县城隔着，而县城靠近A镇。 真是十里不同天，虽为同一县的“子民”，距离也不算远，但两地说话发出来的音调还是有些不同之处。我操持的是p镇人的口音，很难被A镇口音的人所接受，时常被他们“点拔”，然而，改掉已习惯并脱口而出的口音却很难。于是被他们说成是“酸粑”，这就很难溶入街心群体，可我也算是街心人。 我有些自卑！ 此后，我常躲在暗地里偷听并学着A镇的人说话和发音。因此，也显现出我说话的“先天不足“和悟性方面特差的“笨拙“来！ 一九七八年，土地分到户，阆疤大舅把分到的土地交给他的父母耕种，自己依然整天转东家去西家地大吹大擂，整天做着文学梦、作家梦！ 次年八月，我考入县一中高中部，离开了老家。 临别时，我把我最好的一件白色西服送给了他留作纪念。 他穿起来挺合身，爱不择手，就是不会搭配。 喜欢斯文和显摆的他，向人们炫耀着，穿着它在街上走来走去，很久不愿脱下浆洗。 有时他穿着那件西服，会配上自己衷爱的灰色裤子，还向服装店老板娘赊来一条红色领带扎好，足蹬一双平板胶底灰布鞋，头戴那顶不愿脱弃的灰色八角帽，外人看来，虽然完全彰显不伦不类，但他心里认为很新潮，很华贵。 看得出，他这身打饰是专为他心爱的人而穿戴的。他常常会在穿戴整齐、干净或有零食时，一个人去那姑娘家聊天，其实，他是暗恋上那姑娘了，可要想获得那姑娘的芳心，对于他来说，却真如业余登山爱好者攀登珠穆朗玛峰那么没有把握。 开学后，我便专心读书。因为交通闭塞，信息滞后，对于他的消息就知之甚少了。 第二年寒假，我步行三个多小时，克服了崎岖山路的磨砺，怀着对老家的无限热爱和对过去的美好时光的眷恋与憧憬，同时和对阆疤大舅的思念，在傍黑时分进入街头，并疾步如飞地朝街心老宅走去。 手中的礼品似乎很有灵性地蹦跳着、催促着我的脚步，也推动着我疲惫的身躯，到家的兴奋和渴望，总想尽快见到奶奶、大妈及阆疤大舅的心情无以言表。 我进家时，正置晚饭刚过。阆疤大舅已经回他父母亲家吃饭尚未返回住处。 他父母住在街头，距离他的住地有200多米远，每天，他的生活轨迹就是回家吃饭，吃好饭就返回住处，有时也会转入那姑娘家去坐坐，要么就回到我大妈家聊聊，要么就回自己的鸽子楼里万般无聊地独自坐着吸烟。 那鸽子楼面积不大，除去楼梯口，上面便只能容纳一张1.2米宽的单人床和一张书桌及一条狭窄而紧张的过道，其它就一无所有了。 楼内黑漆漆的，不分昼夜，全靠煤油灯照明，那时电力不够，贫困家庭难得用上电的。 我最怕攀爬他那楼梯，因为那楼梯同他一样阆，就像是专为他打造或量身定做的一样，似乎支撑不了一个五大三粗身体的折腾，每次上楼，我必先将两手抓在楼梯横档上或楼梯两边，并确证抓牢了、安全了，方才提脚跨上第二阶。他爬这楼梯，是顺利的，习惯了的，不费吹灰之力，简直像只猴子上树，看不出有半点腿残的样子。 只要他在，鸽子楼里便烟雾缭绕，其中充满烟臭味。 晚上，他来到我大妈家的客厅里，我大妈正在帮别人缝衣服，听我大妈说我在后堂里烤火时，他便万分高兴地大声吼着、喊着 “小勇，小勇，小勇你来啦！”这是他对我的昵称。 此刻，我便抑制着自己的激动，慢慢起身，慢步上前去迎接他，但却掩不住内心的喜悦， “来了，来了，阆疤大舅，你还好吧？” “快来烤火！”我拉着他冰凉的右手朝火塘边坐下。 在昏暗的灯光下，我依然看得出，这一年多，他过得并不如意，穿戴老旧，衣服增添了许多补丁，没有以前那么光鲜了，整个人也苍老了许多。 大概是他父母老了，生活来源也少了，没有了零花钱。 坐下后，他不谈文学了，不谈写作了，话也少了。中间依然不忘稍带几句损我的句子，一会儿“酸粑”，一会儿“嘎底”的，也许是习以为常了，或许是对他产生了更多的同情心，我却毫不在乎他怎么褒贬我了。 我们的共同语言越来越少，他似乎更多地注重思考没钱时自己该怎么办了！虽然他闭口不谈及自己的困难，但我一眼便能洞察和看穿他生活上的窘迫和忧愁来。 我看他是呆不住那鸽子楼做文学领域中的苦行僧了。在青春的燥动和生活憔困的驱使下，他不可能再有心思去克服寂寞的纠缠而从事笔耕的“事业”了，再也树立不起写作的信心。 我白天帮助大妈下地干活，有时同小弟上山找柴、打猪草，傍晚到街脚的水井挑水，每天将厨房里的石制水缸灌满水，晚上做一会儿作业，偶尔抽空出去街坊邻里串串门。 时间很快就过去，我返校前，还得回家去准备些衣服和下学期的书杂费、伙食费，所以在老家只呆了20天。 这段时间很少与他如往年一样聚在一起聊天了，常常看不见他的身影，我们的交往似乎没有了情趣，更多像似刚刚晤面后的陌路人。 临走时，他来送我，我将仅有的10元钱分出6元塞在他手中，他假意推脱般，我说： “拿着吧，拿去买些吃的，尽量不要吸烟了！” 接着劝他：“不要放弃写作！” 　后来，我毕业后，当了老师，忙于教学，没有时间再回老家。 再后来，我服了兵役，当了兵，当时正与越南开战，参加了收复老山作战。退伍后，又到地方工作，26岁那年，被共青团代表大会选举为团委书记，32岁时被提拔为党委书记(享受正县处级待遇)。 当了领导，工作更忙，没有多余时间和机会回老家。 一晃十多年过去，一次外出开会正好需要路过老家，我叫司机停车休息，顺便回了一趟老宅，在馆子里吃了一顿饭，老宅变成了别人的家。 这次回老宅没有看到阆疤大舅，从旁人的口中得知，三年前，阆疤大舅在一次与他父亲租车外出拉石料时，车辆翻入沟谷，驾驶室里的司机和阆疤的父亲只受了一点轻伤，但坐在车厢上的他就没那么幸运了，被车身压着，当场死亡。 开始听来，有些可怜他的遭遇和死亡，并感到惋惜。 回过神来转念一想，反而为他感到欣慰，幻想着他可能升天了，他的灵魂自由了，他一定很幸福，比起活在人间幸福几十倍，甚至于几百倍、几千倍、几万倍！ 这应该是每个人的生命终结后所追求的结果，并向往它。如果这样，不枉费他这一死，这一死对他来说是一种解脱，是命运为他选择抛弃困难和窥避痛苦的生活方式。 这一结果，尽管当初不是他所情愿，也许是老天爷的刻意安排，但却帮他摆脱现实，帮他抛弃由于残疾而无力改变的困苦。 毅然帮助他选择升天，是一种无尽的享受，也是天意所怜。 因此，人生来源于宇宙或自然，仿佛从天降；生命从母体中来，又一切归于宇宙，一切归于自然！因为，人间的一切都是人为的结果，包括幸福与苦难，诞生与死亡。 人们在毁灭中创造幸福，又在幸福中衍生灾难！ 2010年10月21日 Uncle Langscar (Short story) Zhou Yong (China) In 1977, due to the increasing tension in Sino Vietnamese relations, there was a strong possibility of war between the two countries. As a second year junior high school student whose main focus was on education, I was sent by my parents to study at a high school in my father's hometown. On the one hand, I could avoid border dangers, and on the other hand, I could seek a peaceful place to study with peace of mind! My father's hometown is called A Town. The old house is built in the center of the main street, adjacent to the five major offices of the town government. The main entrance leads directly to the quadrangle courtyard, which has a huge courtyard in the center. From front to back, there are four households living in it, each with the surname Yang. Only my grandmother's family surnamed Zhou lives at the main entrance, but my aunt's surname is Yang. On the left side of the entrance, there is a family surnamed Yang. Due to the death of the head of the household many years ago, she left her wife to live with her son and daughter; Going further inside, there is a wing room on the right side with an attic built on top. There is a disabled young man surnamed Yang living in the attic. On the left is my aunt's kitchen, which extends from east to west in a long square shape and is separated by wooden boards for more than half. There is a Yang family who has just been driven back from Vietnam by the Vietnamese government. The couple, with one son and one daughter, live in that compartment. According to neighborhood customs, we sisters have to call our neighbors mother-in-law, uncle, aunt, uncle, and empress dowager. Our Zhou family has been away from the courtyard for many years. Nowadays, the courtyard house and its original residents have all aged. The original households have either moved out and returned to see the current situation. Things have changed, and the old generation has either passed away or scattered. The previous generation is old and no longer full of vitality, while the peers have gone their separate ways. They have all established their own families and businesses, and scattered everywhere. Every family has a next generation, and everyone is living their own happy life. Therefore, when we go back now, we can no longer find the family affection, warmth, and care of the past. Only the ancient blackened buildings and courtyards remain the same, and the cigarettes in the shrine are no longer the rising of the Zhou and Yang families. Everything in the past was like passing clouds and has long become a story. The person who left the deepest impression on me was the young man with a leg and foot disability who lived in the attic. I can't remember his name anymore, but I only know that adults call him Lang Scar. Our younger generation, out of politeness, dare not call him by his "first name" directly. According to their seniority and neighborhood etiquette, we call him Uncle and even prefix his name before addressing him. It is said that when he was just born, he was in a period of hunger and starvation, so his body showed signs of malnutrition everywhere, and he was as thin as a stick. He was very thin and often suffered from minor illnesses and disasters, and often received injections and medication. 　　During a treatment, due to a mistake made by a barefoot doctor, the needle was mistakenly inserted and misplaced, resulting in lifelong disability for him. He walked with twists and turns, turning into scabs. Due to his weak physical condition, his parents gave him a new name - Langscar. Therefore, we naturally call him Langscar Uncle, which is beyond reproach. For many years, due to the lack of significant improvement in his life, and his inability to do business, farm work, or labor, he has no source of livelihood and can only rely on family care or elderly support. According to the popular new term, he is called the "gnawing elderly". He has a special passion for literary creation and music, often starting to write small things. Once he wrote a report about the establishment of a kindergarten and the start of school in A town, which was broadcasted by the town and county radio stations. He was so happy that he couldn't sleep for several days, and even talked to and expressed himself to everyone he met. At that time, people liked to have a small flat head, but he acted against the trend and liked to keep the hair on the top of the flat head longer, wearing an octagonal hat every day. Looking at the face, the eyes are small, like two glass beads the size of black beans embedded in them. The nose bridge is small, so small that it looks like a small wooden maggot with a large and protruding tail tip that a cook has just chopped out of rotten wood with an axe. The mouth is also small, so small that it looks like a deep purple cherry with an uneven appearance. There are two small tufts of mustaches left at the corners of the upper lip under the nostrils, about two centimeters long, which looks a bit heavy and heavy. The chin is pointed like a meat drill flower - intending to drill a hole in the wooden board; From the front view, the whole face has personality and characteristics, like the popular "V" shaped face, or like a shelled sunflower seed. If you lose more weight, the whole face will become even slimmer like a willow leaf. Perhaps due to long-term malnutrition, he is not particularly tall, not exceeding 1.65 meters in height. In fact, for his body and weight, even if he is disabled to the point of only one foot, he can easily support his weak upper body - and more than enough. He has loved gray since he was young, probably influenced by the Red Army uniform, so he has a red gene in his bones. He wears a gray octagonal hat, a gray three pocket velvet outfit, gray pants, green rubber shoes or gray flat cloth shoes, and even buttons are in clean gray or dark gray. He loves smoking and has a strong addiction to it. He can be seen with cigarette butts swirling between his fingers anytime, anywhere. The fingertips of his hands holding the cigarette turn yellow and black, and he takes off a layer of yellow skin. He suffers from moderate asthma, and whenever he breathes, a unique wind like sound is emitted from the throat of his respiratory tract, similar to the sound made when a cat breathes. If he were to lie on the ground in a circle and fall asleep, you would think it was a gray giant feline! It may be due to disability, or even lack of labor ability, coupled with being too lazy. Anyway, the real reason is unknown, which is that no family is willing to marry their daughter to him, including dating. 　　At that time, I had a slight interest in literature, and under his influence, I gradually developed a hobby. I want to learn from him some writing techniques, so I often chat with him, constantly try to please him, get close to him, and occasionally squeeze in with him. We chat until late at night, and he tells me: someone wrote a song, someone joined the county cultural troupe, someone knows how to play, pull, play, and sing, I want to apply for the county theater troupe exam, someone learned a song taught on the radio, and I started writing something myself, and so on. But the root of the tooth didn't mention teaching me how to write. I always ask him, how to write news reports? How to write a character's story? How to depict scenery? I have asked many questions about how to write novels and so on, but he always avoided them and kept silent. In order to obtain the "true scriptures" from him, I often buy cigarettes to show filial piety to him in exchange for the desired reward. However, every time there is no satisfactory result, but I don't blame him. These are his interests, so he doesn't care about the occasion or the audience. He just seizes the opportunity to immerse himself in the crowd and preach, regardless of whether others like to listen or not, whether they understand or not, and whether they have time or not. He always tries to "spread the message" like a needle. Sometimes people dislike him very much, so they take the opportunity to tease him, hoping that he won't hinder everyone's work and leave early. He looks down on those who underestimate him, resists those arrogant villains, doesn't like to deal with those vulgar people who always use foul language, often avoids those who often bully and damage his reputation, doesn't like to have contact with them, and doesn't like to be with them. He said, 'Don't blame them, things gather by their kind, people gather by their group!' Occasionally, he also tries not to chat with them. When he hears others criticize him, he will counterattack and say that he is "Gadi" or "Winter Sweat Vegetable". In A town, especially on this street, people have a sense of hierarchy, which seems to be an inherent concept of convention. The whole street is divided into the center, the street, and the foot. The people in the center of the street view themselves as aloof and proud - proud, often putting on a stinky air of being city dwellers or superior. Participating in work, attending meetings, giving speeches, distributing land, and so on, all good things always have a relatively large proportion and benefit greatly. People on the streets and at the foot of the street feel that it is not fair, but they have no choice but to do so. This may be due to the fact that there are many people working outside or "moving" here in advance, but it is unknown. People always have the habit of joining in the fun, and people in the center of the street always have an advantage. Therefore, going to the market is the busiest, most crowded, and most concentrated activity in the center of the street, benefiting a lot. Even children playing together are divided into different levels. My mother is from P town and a young person who supports the border with my father. The two fell in love during the labor process and became husband and wife. P town is less than 100 kilometers away from A town, with a county town in between, and the county town is close to A town. 　　It's really ten miles away from each other. Although they are "subjects" of the same county and not too far apart, there are still some differences in the tone of speech between the two places. I speak with the accent of people from P town, which is difficult for those from A town to accept. I am often "clicked" by them, but it is difficult to change the accent that I have become accustomed to and blurted out. So they called me 'sour cake', which made it difficult for me to integrate into the street community, but I am also a street person. I feel a bit insecure! Afterwards, I often hid in secret to eavesdrop and learn the speech and pronunciation of the people in Town A. Therefore, it also shows my innate shortcomings in speaking and my clumsiness in terms of comprehension! In 1978, the land was allocated to households, and Uncle Langscar handed over the allocated land to his parents for cultivation. He continued to move to the West and boast about it all day long, dreaming of literature and becoming a writer! In August of the following year, I was admitted to the high school department of County No.1 Middle School and left my hometown. At the time of parting, I gave him my best white suit as a souvenir. He fits well when he wears it, but he doesn't know how to match it. He likes to be gentle and show off, showing off to people and walking around the street wearing it, unwilling to take off his clothes for a long time. Sometimes he wears that suit, paired with his beloved gray pants, and even borrows a red tie from the owner of the clothing store to tie it up. He wears a pair of flat rubber soled gray cloth shoes and a gray octagonal hat that he doesn't want to give up. To outsiders, although it completely highlights his uniqueness, he thinks it's trendy and luxurious in his heart. It can be seen that his attire is specifically worn for the person he loves. He often goes to the girl's house alone to chat when he is dressed neatly, clean, or has snacks. In fact, he has a crush on that girl, but for him, he is as uncertain as an amateur mountaineer climbing Mount Everest if he wants to win her heart. After school started, I focused on studying. Due to traffic congestion and information lag, little is known about his news. In the second winter vacation, I walked for more than three hours, overcoming the hardships of rugged mountain roads. With infinite love for my hometown and longing for the beautiful times of the past, as well as longing for Uncle Langscar, I entered the streets in the dark and walked quickly like an enclave towards the old house in the center of the street. The gift in my hand seems to be bouncing and urging my steps with spirituality, as well as pushing my tired body. The excitement and longing to get home, and the indescribable desire to see my grandmother, aunt, and Uncle Langscar as soon as possible. When I entered the house, it was just after dinner. Uncle Langscar has already returned to his parents' house for dinner and has not yet returned to his residence. His parents live on the street, more than 200 meters away from his place of residence. Every day, his life trajectory is to go home and eat. After finishing his meal, he returns to his place of residence. Sometimes he also goes to the girl's house to sit and chat, either to my aunt's house or to his pigeon house, sitting alone and smoking without any conversation. The pigeon house has a small area, except for the staircase, it can only accommodate a 1.2-meter-wide single bed, a desk, and a narrow and tense hallway, with nothing else. The building was pitch black, day and night, relying solely on kerosene lamps for illumination. At that time, there was insufficient electricity, making it difficult for impoverished families to access it. 　　I am most afraid of climbing his stairs because they are as narrow as he is, as if they were specially designed or tailored for him, and seem unable to support the struggles of a bulky body. Every time I go upstairs, I must first grab my hands on the crossbar or both sides of the stairs, and confirm that I am firmly and safely grasping them before lifting my feet and stepping onto the second step. He climbed the stairs smoothly, accustomed to it, effortlessly, like a monkey climbing a tree, with no visible leg injuries. As long as he is there, the pigeon house is shrouded in smoke, filled with the smell of smoke. At night, he came to my aunt's living room where she was helping others sew clothes. When he heard her say that I was grilling in the back hall, he was extremely happy and shouted loudly Xiaoyong, Xiaoyong, you're here! "This is his nickname for me. At this moment, I suppressed my excitement, slowly got up, and walked forward to greet him, but I couldn't hide the joy in my heart, Here, here, Uncle Langscar, are you okay Hurry up and start the fire! "I took his cold right hand and sat down towards the edge of the fire pool. In the dim light, I could still see that he had not had a satisfactory year. He was wearing old clothes with many patches added, not as glamorous as before, and his whole person had aged a lot. Probably because his parents are getting old and his source of income is decreasing, he has no pocket money. After sitting down, he stopped talking about literature, writing, and spoke less. In the middle, I still didn't forget to use a few hurtful sentences, sometimes "sour" and sometimes "disgusting". Perhaps it was because I had become accustomed to it, or perhaps because I had developed more sympathy for him, but I didn't care how he praised or criticized me at all. Our common language is becoming less and less, and he seems to be more focused on thinking about what to do when he has no money! Although he keeps silent about his difficulties, I can see through and see through his struggles and worries in life at a glance. I don't think he can stay in that pigeon house and become an ascetic in the field of literature. Driven by the restlessness of youth and the weariness of life, he could no longer have the heart to overcome the entanglement of loneliness and engage in the "career" of writing, and could no longer establish confidence in writing. During the day, I help my aunt work in the fields. Sometimes, I go up the mountain with my younger brother to search for firewood and sow grass. In the evening, I go to the well at the foot of the street to fetch water. Every day, I fill the stone water tank in the kitchen with water. At night, I do some homework and occasionally go out to visit neighbors. Time passed quickly, and before I returned to school, I had to go home to prepare some clothes and the miscellaneous expenses for next semester's books and meals, so I only stayed in my hometown for 20 days. During this period, we rarely gather together to chat with him as in previous years, and we often can't see his figure. Our relationship seems to have lost its charm, more like strangers who just met. As I was leaving, he came to see me off. I handed him 6 yuan out of the only 1 0 yuan, and he pretended to be evasive. 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