The famous writer Liang Xiaosheng mentioned his father in an article “On Loneliness”. It was a time when a protective glove broke the knitwear socks, and he may just send loneliness.

Whether it is the loneliness of the surface or the loneliness of the deep, it is necessary to resist the damage it does to the human heart. It requires a human ability.

Although my father was only an ordinary construction worker, in the "Cultural Revolution", she was treated with exile. Just because he was a fourteen-year-old Guandong, he learned a few words of Japanese and Russian in Harbin and was suspected to be a lurking agent of Japan and Russia. For almost seven or eight years, he was sent alone to the mountains of Sichuan to grow vegetables for the workers' canteen. He drove a large wasteland, planting it all year round, and kept collecting it. Every two or three months, a car enters the deep mountains to send him food and salt, and takes away the food.

What is his loneliness?

Nearly fifty-year-old man, my father, he learned to knit. There is no second person, no electricity, no cat or dog, and no more readable matter. Yes, it is also true for him because he is almost illiterate. He rubbed the bamboo himself and made several knitting needles. In 1978, he took the new old protective gloves that he took up and wound them into coils, weaving socks for some of our children, and weaving vests.

This kind of skills that former women had, he kept until the year of his death. Weaving became his habit. That year, he was seventy-seven years old.

In order not to make their minds iron or copper that are rusting easily, workers are only forced out of that ability.

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