Experience life

I rely on writing as a living. Someone said to me: It is impossible to write like you, you have no life! At first, I thought he wanted to say that I was a dead person and felt very angry. Suddenly, there is another use of the word "life". Some writers often go to a place where they are far away and hard to live. This kind of trip is called "experience life" - literally, it seems that the dead are swindling, but it is not. This is to get a little understanding of the hard life and write better works, which is a good practice. The life that people say is the latter kind of usage. It is not that I am going to die. I thought of this and I am going back to it. Although I have crossed the team in poor areas, I don’t think that the experience is enough. I am still far away and need further experience. But I always feel that this is called "experiencing hard life" is better. By omitting the middle two words, it implies the meaning that life is always suffering a bit – there is a suspicion of understanding life from a negative perspective. People of my age have had a sweet and bitter experience: listening to memory reports, eating memories, and so on. This is not the same thing as experiencing life, but the meaning is a bit similar. As we all know, the old poor people lived a life that was not as good as a cow and horse, and they ate a choking dish—the vegetables were not vegetables, but wild vegetables. The so-called memory of the bitter rice is an imitation of the food of the old poor.

I want to say that the bitter meal was eaten when I was in Yunnan. In order to match a certain situation, each team must eat at least one bitter meal. This is how it is arranged. I was a sick woman at the time, I didn't go to Daejeon, I was doing things in the logistics, I was led by the Secretary of the Secretary, and I participated in this meal. Of course, I just started. The real chef is our chief of staff. This uncle, Park, is very solid. Since he was the chief of staff, the food in our team has become very bad. Every meal has been eaten with rotten leaves. Because he said that these dishes are too old and will not be broken if they are not eaten. The vegetable garden is always a little drunk, eating old, new and old, so you can never eat tender vegetables. I thought that he would be very good at concocting the bitter meal, but he also asked for public opinion and asked everyone to eat some embarrassment in the old society. Some people say that after eating the banana tree heart, some people say that they have eaten taro flowers and pumpkin flowers. In general, it is not something that is too bad to eat, especially the taro flower, which is an excellent vegetable, which is fragrant after cooking. I think someone might have eaten something more difficult to eat, but dare not tell him. To be honest, he didn't have the skills to make a good meal. The ability to make a bad meal is there. It is even worse to teach again. Just say the banana tree heart, it should have peeled off the middle white thin section, but he told me to cut a banana tree, smashed the whole and boiled into the pot. The pot of water immediately turned yellow and green, bubbling up, like a pot of soapy water, exuding a disgusting bitter taste...

I said that it should be a bit of a flower in this meal. But the hoe does not love to bloom, so the stalk is cooked, and the old stalk left by the hoe is shaved. Maybe this thing is numb, or it may have a chemical reaction with the banana. In short, after this thing is put down, there is a very bad smell in the inside. Probably you also guessed that we didn't cook pumpkin flowers, and we cooked pumpkin vines. After this stuff was chopped, it was some boiled caterpillars. At the end of the day, I had to break into it. At this time, I had a serious dispute with the Secretary. I think that the inner membrane of rice is called cockroach. We have this kind of thing, it is feeding pigs. As for the outer shell of the rice, it is not a cockroach, the pig does not eat, it can only be burned. The Secretary of the Secretary does not object to my definition, but he said that it is the memory of the bitter meal, so pay attention to what to do, and he still has to feed the pigs. In the past, a basket of broken rice husks was poured into the pot. After mixing, I really don't know what is in the pot. I did a good job of this pot, and the secretary blew his whistle happily, but my mood was not good. To be honest, I have not been afraid of anything in my life, and I was not afraid of it, but my heart was a little panic. I fed the pig and knew that I would take this kind of thing to feed the pig. All the pigs would want to kill me. Pig is like this, man?

Later things proved that I was anxious. In the evening, I would like to eat the rice, the instructor led the team, first sang "the sky is full of stars", and then open the meal. With this kind of atmosphere, the students saw that the food did not alive and tear me, but some of the hoes glared at me, and often did not say: "You also eat!" I ate a lot. The first mouth is the most difficult. After eating a few mouthfuls, the mouth is full of numbness, and it is not how difficult it is to eat. It’s just that the broken rice husks, like the blades, are hard to swallow, and they swallow more blood in their mouths. Anyway, I have already determined the mortal determination, and naturally there is no barrier to the past. But others are secretly retching. After eating, the instructor made a summary, and it seems that his situation is not good, so he did not say much. Then everyone went back to sleep - but of course things are not finished. About 11 o'clock in the night, I felt the pain in my stomach and stomach. When I got up, I found several people in the same room to touch the shoes on the ground. I touched it, and no one touched it. Everyone ran out barefoot and rushed to the toilet. Under the bright moonlight of the Tropic of Cancer, I saw a long queue at the door of the toilet...

There is one thing to note that some uncivilized people have the habit of putting wild urine, but the people there are not. This is because you have the value of making fertilizer and you can't just throw it away. But that night was different, because there was no space in the toilet, and a lot of this precious resource was thrown at the river behind the toilet. After doing this untidy thing, we should have gone back to sleep, but we couldn’t walk a few steps and wanted to come back, so we simply sat on the bridge, chatting about the sky, taking a mosquito bite, and not often into the grass. Go for a trip. Until the stomach is completely clear. On the second day, our team's face was a bit green, the chin was a bit sharp, and the walk was a little bit swaying. Of course, I can't go to the ground like this, so I have to take a day off. This story should have an implication, I haven't figured it out yet. Anyway, I don't think this is being educated. I just think it is tossing people - although it is also a kind of life. In general, it is very easy for people to suffer sin. They can also take their heads to the door frame at home. Since the pain is so easy to find, it seems that there is no need to experience it.

First day: winter temperature