I wrote two short articles about eating a few years ago, one titled "Eating Bad" and the other titled "The Shame of Eating". Originally, it was an essay graffiti to cope with the draft. After it was not published, it was praised by several talented people in the south of the Yangtze River in front of me, which made me dizzy and unable to distinguish between true and false. When I came back, I carried forward the spirit of "pushing the car without falling down" and continued to eat until I was ready to turn my stomach.

I also know that such a broken story is not worth writing, and I really want to write something elegant. I also want to make my article have a little aristocratic or progressive flavor, but how can a crow call out the voice of a phoenix? How can a vulture walk out of the steps of a crane? Then, please forgive me, please laugh with my comrades, and let's eat.

when the word "eat" is disassembled, it means "mouth" and "begging". This word is really wonderful. I thought "eating" was a simplification of "qi", but I found out that "qi" was a variant of "eating" after looking up Ci Hai. Mouth begging, mouth begging, a word "eat", the meaning of greed, the meaning of hunger, the meaning of meanness.

People who want to make "eating" here must be poor and hungry. If Lin Daiyu or Liu Wencai made this word, it wouldn't be like this. Because they have abdominal distension all day long, it should be food begging their mouths: miss, sir, please eat us. It can be seen that language and writing are indeed class-oriented, not just abstract symbols.

It suddenly occurred to me that when someone wrote a congratulatory message to a newspaper on its anniversary, he called it "You? Shake ",it turns out that newspapers are also divided into male and female, which is really wonderful.

Get to the point: Just after the "Cultural Revolution", I listened to the leaders deliver the central document in the unit. The content of the document was a speech by a central leader, and the main content of the speech was the problem of eating for Chinese people. The chief said that everyone has a mouth, and a mouth opening is a hole. One billion people open their mouths together. Think about how big the hole is, probably bigger than Tiananmen Square. You said it was terrible!

Our leader made use of the topic: If these mouthfuls are small cherry mouthfuls, they can be filled with a small cup of rice soup, and the problem is not very serious, but most of these mouthfuls are Lu Zhishen's and Pig Bajie's styles, and the three bowls of rice soup are only half full, so our leader said: For a long time to come, for the vast majority of China people, they will be full.

is it still not a problem? Will it become a problem in the future?

what I wrote above is rambling, even if it's a "hat". I still want to write my "eating" history when I enter the text. Talking about me frequently is boring, and boring is boring. I can't do anything about it. You eat white flour cake and I eat yam eggs. The yam egg is really a kind of delicious food that is appreciated by refined customs. The emperor loves to eat it and the people love to eat it. It is delicious when it is cooked, and delicious when it is fried. The yam egg is delicious when it is boiled. Oh, your name is beautiful!

oh, yam egg, how many lies under the guise of your name, if you are a potato. There are two sides to the story. Let's not talk about this potato for the time being. Let's talk about me: So far, I have lived for 42 years, in other words, I have eaten it for 42 years. Although I can write articles with meticulous care, if I want to list all the things that have been stuffed into my stomach in the past 42 years, I will take mouse medicine and forget it, so I can only choose the important ones and remember them.

Confucius said that "eating sex is also important", which should be for adults. For children, "color" has not become a problem (Westerners are precocious by freud is another matter). For people like me, before the age of twenty, "color" is not an important issue, because I have been hungry since I can remember. This is likely to cause some men to lambaste me, and give me a big hat of "discrediting socialism".

But it's true. Being hungry is neither glorious nor beautiful, so there's no need to fake it. But did you show off the meaning of "suffering"? Yes, there is. I learned this from you.

I was born in 1955, which was the first golden age of new China. According to the old people, they could still eat their bellies at that time. But the good times didn't last long, and soon the Great Leap Forward began to starve. The earliest thing I remember is to go to the public canteen with my mother. Holding pots and cans, people from several villages crowded together and lined up to get some porridge with less rice and more vegetables, and there was little dry food.

I remember that a boy in my neighborhood dropped a can of gruel on the ground and the jar of gruel spilled. The boy's mother cried while hitting the boy. The boy shouted: mom, stop fighting and drink porridge quickly! He endured playing on the ground, sticking out his tongue and licking the porridge on the ground. He said, mom, drink quickly, drink a little and earn a little. His mother, after listening to his words, knelt on the ground and licked porridge like her son.

All the people present praised the boy's cleverness and foresaw that his future was limitless. Sure enough, the human eye is like a scale. The boy of that year is now the richest man in our village. He got rich by raising insects. Raise scorpions, monkeys and bean worms, and sell them to big hotels and public guest houses at high prices. He saw that the rich and powerful people had sharper mouths and sharper tastes. They refused to eat big fish and meat, and liked to eat whimsy, like cute birds. Vision is money.

He said that the next step is to train your people to eat cotton bollworm.

after the collapse of the canteen, the darkest day came. At that time, there was not only no food, but also no pot for cooking. Many people cook wild vegetables in crocks. My family is fine. During the big steel smelting, I picked up a broken helmet of a Japanese soldier to play with, and threw it into the corner of the wall when I was done. Grandma used a helmet as a pot. The crock is not fire-resistant, and it will explode in a few days; It's a mess. It's a mess.

My helmet is made in fine steel. It is fast in heat transfer and extremely hard. It is not afraid of bumping and burning. It is really a good treasure. Grandma used it to cook wild vegetables, grass roots and bark, cooked helmet after helmet, and fed our brothers and sisters like pigs, and had a terrible famine year.

many articles make the three-year difficult period dark and uninteresting, which is wrong. At least there is some joy for children. For hungry people, all joy is related to food. At that time, the children were all foraging spirits. Like the legendary Shennong, we tasted all kinds of plants and insects and made contributions to expanding the human diet. At that time, children were all pregnant, with legs as thin as sticks and surprisingly big heads.

I am one of them. We are in droves, foraging outside the village. Outside our village is a bottomless depression. There are countless water chestnuts and patches of weeds in the depression. It is both our food bank and our paradise. We dug grass roots and wild vegetables there, eating and singing while digging, some like cattle and sheep, some like singers. We were cattle and sheep singers of that era. I can't forget the shiny oily grasshopper in the grass. It is reddish after being fried and sprinkled with a few grains of salt. It is delicious and nutritious. There were so many grasshoppers in those days that they were a godsend.

all the adults and children in the village are holding gourd heads and catching grasshoppers in the grass. I am the champion of catching grasshoppers, and I can catch a gourd all morning. I have a trick: dye your hands green with grass juice before you start catching grasshoppers. It's as simple as that. The oil grasshopper is caught, and it jumps as soon as you reach out. I guess they can probably smell people's hands and cover up the smell with grass juice. Their jumping ability is so good that they can jump several feet away.

but my hands dyed green with grass juice stick out and they don't jump. In order to get grandma's reward, I didn't even tell grandpa my secret. Grandma started material stimulation at that time. I caught more and gave me more food. Although grasshoppers are good things, they can't be used as food. Now I think of grasshoppers and it's a little disgusting.

after eating grasshoppers, it will soon be summer. Summer is the season with the richest food and a good time for us. There was a lot of rain in the 196 s, and most of the crops died of waterlogging. There was water everywhere in the depression, and it became a Wang Yang. All kinds of fish fall from the sky, and there are many kinds, some of which have never even been seen by a centenarian.

I caught a strange fish. It is green all over, with bright red wings and tails, and it is extremely beautiful. If this fish is kept in the current fish tank, it must be the top grade, but it tastes fishy and difficult to swallow. Although there are many fish in the depression, there are more hungry people than fish. At that time, there were no such advanced fishing tools, so it was not easy to catch a few fish later. We can't catch fish and starve to death. We fished duckweed from the surface, algae and vegetables from the bottom and boiled them into fresh soup. So the old man said, the water can't starve to death.

autumn is the harvest season. There are not many fish and shrimp, and crabs are rampant. The autumn wind is cool, the bean leaves are yellow, and the crab feet itch. Crowds of crabs go down the river. Grandpa says they are going to lay eggs in the sea. I think they are more like going to an important meeting. Crab is clumsy, but it moves in the water, like the wind and shadows, and ghosts and gods are unpredictable. It is not easy to catch it.

if you want to catch crabs, you must go at night. Wearing hemp fiber, hat and lantern, walking quietly is the most taboo. I once followed my sixth uncle to catch crabs, which was mysterious and novel and interesting. During the day, Uncle Liu took a good look at the terrain, tied a fence in the river ditch with sorghum stalks, left a hole, and put a cargo bag net on the hole. The night air is thick, the drizzle is hazy, and the body is huddled in the big hemp fiber, listening to the sound of cricket and watching the crab brigade climb up along the fence by the dim light?

such an experience will never be forgotten. Crabs are delicious, but I can't bear to eat them. Tie them into a string with a string, and let them spit out clouds of foam, making them squeak. Bring them to the collection, sell them to commune cadres for three cents each, and get money to buy some moldy sorghum rice and cottonseed cakes, grind them into powder and mix them with wild vegetables, which will be a big deal. When you live a hard life, you must never covet your mouth, but consciously set obstacles and create pain for your mouth.

in autumn, grass seeds are ripe. The best grass seed is the seed of water. This thing is very similar to millet. It is ground with a shell, steamed into a steamed bun, and crunched in the mouth. It is wonderful.

There are many delicious insects in autumn, except all kinds of grasshoppers and crickets. Crickets in late autumn are red and black, and their bellies are full of seeds. When they are fried and eaten, they have a strange aroma. It is more difficult to catch crickets than grasshoppers. This bug can not only jump well, but also drill holes in the ground. There is another kind of insect. Now I know their name is scarab, which is the larva of grub. It is as big as apricot stone, and its whole body is black and bright, tending to light. At night, it pounces on the lamp, and its common name is "blind bump".

This insect is very gregarious, and stops on branches or grass trees, string by string, like ripe grapes. At night, we touch the dark to "bump blindly", and we can lick our pockets one night. After this insect is fried, its taste is very different from that of crickets and grasshoppers. There are bean worms, which sting after the Mid-Autumn Festival. After this thing is stung, its belly is full of white fat, and there is no shit, but it is full of high protein.

it will be terrible to enter winter. In spring, summer and autumn, we can also pound some plants, insects and fish to eat. In winter, plants wither and freeze for three feet, and insects in the ground can't be dug out, and fish in the water can't be caught. But people's wisdom is infinite, especially in eating. Everyone soon found that there was a layer of dry moss on the ground of the low-lying land where the water had passed, which was peeled off one by one like a cake, soaked in water, and then dried in a pot, as crisp as a crispy rice crust. Eat up the moss and peel the bark.

peel off the bark, chop it with an axe, smash it, soak it in a jar, stir it with a stick, stir it into a paste, and cook it before drinking. The process of eating the first half of bark is similar to that of making paper in Bi Sheng, but what we make is not paper. From the point of view of eating, elm bark is the top grade, followed by willow bark and locust bark. Soon, the trees outside the village were stripped naked, very pitiful and trembling in the cold wind. At this critical juncture, the government does not know where to allocate relief food.

The so-called relief grain is not grain at all, but something like moldy radish leaves, which is squeezed into pieces. If you feed something like that to pigs now, they won't eat it. But it was a real treasure at that time. When distributing, everyone stared at the scale, one star at a time, and the scale was high and low, and they all cared very much. This kind of thing is not common, and it is always distributed once when people are hungry and about to stop breathing. It can be seen that the country is also quite difficult.

When the relief food bell rings, even people lying in the coffin will jump out. This is of course an exaggeration. At that time, too many people died, and there were no coffins. If you die, at least drag it out and let the dog eat it. It was the golden age of dogs, who ate the dead and went crazy, and jumped up when they saw the living. Some people may say: why don't you go and shoot dogs to eat? Dog meat is nutritious and delicious. You're a good question. We have thought of this idea for a long time, but our legs are swollen like pots, and we can't breathe after two steps. We are no match for dogs at all.

it's better to feed the dog than to beat it. If you have a gun, you still have the strength to hook the trigger. But in that case, what kind of bad things can't be done if ordinary people have guns in their hands? Commune secretary and public security personnel do have guns in their hands, but they have food to eat, so they don't have to beat dogs to eat. They think that dogs that eat dead people are too dirty, and they carry guns to shoot rabbits, geese and water ducks.

It was probably the Spring Festival in 1961. The government gave us half a catty of bean cakes to celebrate the New Year. The scene of collecting bean cakes is really a jubilant scene. Some people, with bean cakes in their skirts, are walking home and stuffing them into their mouths. My neighbor, Grandpa Sun, ate all the bean cakes sent to his house before he got home.

as soon as he got home, he was surrounded by his wife and children, cursing and crying, and he couldn't wait to open his belly and take out the bean cake. It can be seen that love is greatly discounted among hungry people. Grandfather Sun Jia was lying on the ground, his face as dust, tearful and silent, leaving his wife and children to tear and kick. Grandfather Sun died that night. He ate too much bean cake and was thirsty. He drank a bucket of water and was swollen to death.

at that time, our stomach wall was as thin as paper, and it burst when it swelled slightly. Uncle Sun died, and his wife and children didn't shed a tear. Many years later, when I mentioned it, Grandmother Sun still hated the root of her teeth and scolded the old man for eating alone. He didn't even have any human flavor, so it was not worth dying for. This year's bean cake swelled to death 17 people in our village, and the lesson was profound.

Later, when I was feeding cows in the feeding room of the production team and stealing feed bean cakes, I was always very temperate and enough was enough, for fear of making the mistake of Uncle Sun.

In those years, my mother often told our brother one of her dreams. She dreamed that she saw her grandfather outside his grave. Grandfather said he didn't die, he just lived in a grave. When his mother asked him what to eat, he said: eat cotton wool in cotton-padded clothes and quilts. Eat in and pull out; Wash it before eating it; Pull it out and wash it again? Mother asked us suspiciously: maybe cotton wool can really be eaten?

After the early 196s, the later years were still bitter, but they were much better by comparison. During the "Cultural Revolution", the village often engaged in the movement of remembering the bitter and thinking sweetly. When people recalled the bitter, they always remembered it in a vague way until 196. As soon as I recall 196, the cadres jumped up and shouted slogans, one was to overthrow Su Xiu, and the other was to overthrow Liu Deng. The cadres said that the famine in 196 was caused by Liu Deng colluding with the necks of China people in Suxiuka. We know this is nonsense, but no one pretends to understand.

until the mid-197s, I still couldn't eat with my stomach open.