Chapter 1: The Gao Ming Family

  This is the second month of 2016, and Chinese New Year is approaching. Everything seems normal, with a thriving atmosphere: workers are going to work, waiting for their holiday break; farmers have more free time now, mostly spending their days leisurely; businessmen have prepared goods for the new year, waiting to put them on shelves; students have been on winter break for some time already; and soldiers are still standing guard - I really admire them, they are truly men!!!

  However, what humans have not seen is that over the years, the Earth - the mother of humanity - has been crying all day. Why? Let's imagine a scenario: a kind mother gives birth to multiple children and has a new baby every year. Normally, she can only nurture one child to grow up healthily each year, and having more would harm her own health and affect the health of future generations due to malnutrition.

  However, her two-year-old child wants to drink milk, okay, still young and can't bear the child suffering let him drink; a three-year-old child also wants to drink milk, the child is the mother's heart's meat, what to do? Heart softened, let him drink; four-year-old child sees it, can't help but rush to drink...

  Thus the cycle repeated itself, and as time passed, Mother gradually fell ill, her physical condition rapidly deteriorating. However, her spoiled children never grew up, still endlessly demanding, although she had also scolded some of the more excessive ones, making a portion of them understand. Alas, what could be done about the majority of the children's mischievousness and greed? She was already powerless, and how many times could she only silently weep in secret, her spirit crushed. Ah, a group of children who never grew up!

  The earth is so much like a mother! And she has no one to tell her troubles to, for there is no one who can understand.

  Human destruction of the Earth has reached an unprecedented and alarming rate, making it more likely for natural disasters to occur, leading to disease outbreaks, deforestation, and ocean "dead zones". The following are the seven major man-made diseases of the Earth:

  Earth's asthma - air pollution

  Earth's skin disease - ozone layer depletion

  Earth's leukemia - water pollution

  Earth's cancer - solid waste

  Earth's vitality decline - biodiversity reduction

  Earth's gradual emaciation - soil erosion

  Finally, Earth's bitter tears - acid rain. Some diseases are invisible enemies that arrive silently.

  People can't see: The earth is secretly crying!

  If you complain about the environment not being ideal, everyone should feel regretful because we once recklessly destroyed natural resources and indiscriminately abused chemicals without considering the consequences. Not only did this make them unable to regenerate, but it also caused a series of ecological disasters that brought serious threats to humanity. Regret is useless; there's no medicine for regret in the world. From this perspective, we must be more meticulous in protecting the earth. If your ability is limited and you can't make an earth-shattering contribution, then at least eliminate the bad habits of not being hygienic and littering everywhere. You should do that much. (Every living planet has its own consciousness; Earth is no exception.)

  In one of the few less polluted areas on earth - rural southwestern China, an ordinary family: parents with a pair of sons, a three-room cement-brick house decorated with simple furniture and daily necessities, a tile-roofed house holding two cows and two pigs, an old chicken coop, a small courtyard, surrounded by trees and bamboo forests, occasionally echoing with the sounds of chickens and birds, in front of the house is a vegetable garden planted with various vegetables, further ahead is a quiet little river, on both sides of the river are terraced fields, some high-lying areas due to lack of water have been planted with wheat, now it's all green and lush, gently swaying in the breeze, what a beautiful spring symphony!

  If someone looks down from the surrounding mountains of a mountain village, it's really picturesque with mountains and water, only lacking a poem to make it a painting. Unfortunately, no one appreciates it, why is that?

  It was the day before Chinese New Year, and people were busy with excitement! Roasting pig heads and feet, sweeping the front and back of the house, buying new year's goods and so on. Every family was like this, rushing to buy new year's goods at the market, chatting in groups of three or five along the way, talking about what they had bought, whether someone from their household would be returning home for the holiday, and people didn't even stop talking while walking. As for those who were returning home after being away, it was an especially joyful occasion - the call of the New Year.

  Of course, one of our protagonists is not among them, only a thin young man in black clothes, about the same height as him. His body was well-proportioned, but his hair was a bit yellow, and he wore a pair of glasses with a basket-like frame. Although he was nearsighted, his eyes showed boundless determination, and his raised eyebrows revealed a hint of unique arrogance. When he smiled, it seemed like an innocent and cheerful smile, which easily left people with a good first impression. He is Gao Ming, Ren Yi Gao Ming.

  Today is cloudy, with a gentle breeze. He has a big basket full of goods on his back, and beside him are some peers of the same age, each carrying their own baskets. From their conversation, we can easily see their happiness, and the spirit of these rural young men is fully revealed. If it were someone else, who could carry such heavy loads and still chat and laugh so freely?

  When a group of young people walked on the small road in the countryside, the beautiful scenery attracted Gaoming, and he said with a flourish: "In this mood and scene, I only want to compose a poem!"

  A little buddy chuckled and said: "I just want to get home quickly!"

  The other little friends also burst out laughing, and Gaoming didn't care about them, reciting a poem by himself "Feeling in the Countryside": Winter sun shines on my hometown, high mountains and refreshing air.

  Leaves flutter and dance, river waves ripple and undulate.

  Birds play among the trees, wheat fragrance in the fields.

  Wishing to write an article, but unfortunately there is no one to appreciate it.

  Who seeks the person in the dream? Feeling this is dark and hurt.

  Actually, as soon as Gao Ming finished reciting the poem, they stopped laughing because they also wanted to hear Gao Ming's poetry. As soon as Gao Ming finished reciting, someone who knew poetry applauded and cheered, and other companions followed suit, which was just a small interlude. A best friend comforted him, "Don't worry, you're still young, I believe you'll definitely find a soulmate."

  I cast a grateful glance at him, and he smiled knowingly, for only he truly understood what I meant.

  ……

  At noon, when the young man said goodbye to his friends and returned home, he hadn't entered the house yet, but heard a harmonious voice coming from inside, with someone asking and answering.

  Gao Ming knew that his father had rushed back from the factory, and he eagerly entered the house. He saw a man in his 40s, wearing an old black suit, about the same height as Gao Ming; his body was slightly plump, his face full of vicissitudes, and his hair on top of his head was becoming increasingly scarce. He often joked that he was "intelligent to the extreme". Looking at his facial features again, he should have been a gentle and elegant man in his youth. Hehe, don't misunderstand, due to poverty, his education only reached elementary school second grade, named Ren Yiwu, Gao Ming's father.

  Next to him was a woman in her forties, wearing a pink sweater, black tights and a pair of cloth shoes. She was the wise mother; due to falling on the doorstep when she was young, her back was slightly hunched, and her slender figure matched with a head of brown hair, looking as if she had no strength, but you were wrong, that was just the surface. In the village, who didn't know Huang Jianlei was the most capable and skilled housewife?

  Gaoming's parents saw Gaoming return, and both of them stood up to take the load off his back. But before they could do so, Wenyou grasped the carrying pole with both hands and lifted it lightly into the main room.

  Jianlai smiled and said, "Just now I was talking to your dad about you, and here you are." Gaoming excitedly said, "My dad is finally back, it's been a whole year since we last saw him..." Jianlai also happily said, "Yes, your dad hasn't seen you for a whole year either!" Wenyou returned from the main room, smiling to himself.

  "This isn't about graduating from university or anything, so it's pretty busy, classes are also very tight, there are many things to do..."

  "Come back is good, come back is good! Let's have lunch, I see you've lost a lot of weight in the past four years. Your dad will kill a chicken to nourish you."

  After lunch, we started preparing for Chinese New Year.

  At five o'clock in the afternoon, the gentle breeze blew, and everything was ready. The three of them sat on the threshold, chatting idly. At this time, a young man in white clothes walked over from afar. He was someone that Gaoming admired greatly. Jianlei was the first to notice the figure, and then called out to Gaoming to see if it wasn't Yu Gaoqiang. In fact, Jianlei had already confirmed that the person was indeed Gaoming's brother, but she asked out of habit, with the intention of confirming whether Gaoming's eyesight had deteriorated. Gaoming naturally understood his mother's kind intentions.

  So he replied, "Isn't that my brother?" After speaking, his face was full of pride, but in his heart, he was pierced by a needle. In fact, Gaoming really couldn't see clearly, but to avoid worrying his parents, Gaoming told a small lie.

  He is slightly shorter than Gaoming, but stronger. He has a handsome face with a black mole on his right cheek, which was scratched by naughty kids when he hugged them because he loves children so much; He always likes to have long hair that almost covers half of his face, and it's so cool when walking against the wind.

  (The following refers to me as "I", and other people related to me are referred to by their usual names.)