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He is from our village, ranking fourth in his family. All villagers call him crazy fourth child. In the early 1980 s, he went to high school in the town fifteen miles away. For some unknown reason, some people in the village said that he was trapped because of chaotic (love) love, and his spirit was somewhat abnormal, back of the village. When he just came back to the village, he gave a impression of Bai Jing and gentle, with a friendly smile on his face. He walked fast and light, and his arms swung a lot. When meeting people in the village, they will greet you initiatively, and sometimes they will talk to you one or two sentences. But when he talked too much, he was distracted and changed the topic unconsciously, which made it hard to touch his mind. At the Cross Street in the center of the village, there were the back walls of several families. During the Cultural Revolution, they were coated with cement and made of black paint. As the propaganda board in the village, some propaganda contents were often recorded with chalk, for example, what quotations in the early stage, what five lectures, four beauties and three loves in the later stage, etc. Sometimes he would copy and write articles with chalk in large sections. Most of them were the people who died naturally in “serving the people”, which was more important than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. To die for the interests of the people was heavier than Mount Tai. To work hard for fascist and to die for those who exploited and oppressed the people was lighter than Hongmao. His chalk was well written. Not only copying, but also reciting articles to others, especially to our children. Sometimes, when he forgot that he couldn’t carry it down, he would scratch his head and show an embarrassed expression. One year, on February 2nd, the village was holding a social fire. At first, everyone was watching stilts, dry boats and so on. Suddenly, the crowd was a little chaotic, and they all circled towards the other side. It turned out that his left hand was behind his waist, and his right hand was on his chest, with his waist bent and his head shaking 1.1, he simply danced yangko somewhere. It was funny, like an old lady. Everyone gathered in a circle and couldn’t help laughing while watching. He jumped there alone, totally intoxicated by it. The portraits around him didn’t exist at all. All of a sudden, Hao stopped without warning, raised his head, smiled lightly, then walked away with his hands waving, leaving a circle of people who were still wanting nothing. Later, he appeared less when he came out. The village said that he often threw bowls and basins at home, so his family members were not assured to let him out. Seeing him at the head of the village occasionally described him as a little gaunt, with thin cheeks, pale face and beard. The smile on his face disappeared, and he felt indifferent when he saw people, and no longer greeted them. There are many rumors in the village about his illness. Many sayings are that they are fascinated by Fox and cannot be independent. For this reason, many goddesses and masters in the surrounding villages were invited to exorcise evil spirits for him, but they didn’t see any improvement. Later, this statement was further supplemented and improved, saying that there was more than one Fox charming him, and the way was a little deep. There is another saying that the immortal of a certain road was attached to him and borrowed his body. So his mother went to the intersection near the village or under the old trees in the village to burn incense and paper. But his illness still did not pick up. Later, he sneaked out and hit people in the street. It was almost crazy. The image of the weak in the past could no longer be seen. His father passed away early, and his mother was too old to see him, so several elder brothers locked him at home with chains and dared not to release him again. I had been away for many years. I thought he was gone. I called my mother and asked about it. I heard that he was locked at home now, and I haven’t seen the sky for about ten years. I can’t bear to imagine how unbearable he is now. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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