In the darkness of the night

Thirty years ago the home, the village has no electricity, still dominate the barren night, sometimes several more dogs barking, being skinny while away the passion, the little moaning weakly, in the presence of their own, dogs are sensitive sense of smell is no longer important, hungry tongue into the air in the sweet potato can search for days and nights of frustration odor emitted. Even if the hungry, to have in the dark shelter, crouch down and place, became the biggest dog they desire. The stars have blinked eyes, the dog drowsy in hunger, occasionally narrowing his eyes woodenly, Chou Chou those stars, and then lowered head, his mouth affixed to the ground, Chao Hu Hu-Qi, supporting dogs were emaciated life. In addition to the moon in the sky lazy, kerosene lamps lit the dark village, only muttered in the sweet potato meal that little will be swallowed down, dim the lights will be tight lips blow out, with dim moonlight sky, like hide in the dark.
Thick darkness, hunger, became a night without moon and stars, there is no sound.
My parents put their lips sweet potato bread and pickled pickle their own squeeze my bag, never too sweet and salty taste, in a month down, let my high school far from home night and watch the stars and the moon clearly off off, bringing a warm static.
I read where the village secondary school, the night is the same as hunger and fatigue interests and symbolic After dinner, the same as it was less emaciated dogs their bark weakly guarded, as immersed in the stars and the moon, where lazy.
Our schools, precisely, is where we classes that, but in the darkness with light showing off in their own glory and happiness.
The east campus in question is independent of brick tile classroom, squeezed into the more than 70 Zhuang Huren family hope is the hope of the whole commune. All communes learning elite, carefully selected, squeezed into the classroom in question. The next time, we need to do is go home once a month, back when the bag filled with school parents and families with hunger bunched up into the high expectations, and then calmly sitting in the classroom in question, a pen on paper Writing calculus with parents full of Hope. And endured hunger, under the kerosene lamp on the other classes going to night classes for students in each night, envious eyes will penetrate the darkness, infinite desire to aspire to a bright classroom in question....

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