Who is the son of Chief Qi?
When Mandela was born, black South Africans had been struggling under the rule of white racism for more than 200 years. South Africa is a beautiful and rich country: rich in products; There is a lot of wealth. There are fertile farmland, vast pastures and rich mineral deposits here, but all these have become the wealth of white people, while Africans who have thrived on this land for generations have been driven to remote and barren (jí) "indigenous reservations".
Mandela spent his childhood in the village of Umtata, his hometown. Although his family is a noble of the tribe, they have to work in the fields to make a living.
Under the careful care of his mother, little Mandela grew up day by day. At the age of five, he has grown into a healthy and lively little boy, a veritable "egg-breaker".
At that time, his father assigned him the task of herding sheep Every day, he and his friends enjoy playing on the beautiful and rich African (ráo) prairie. He learned how to shoot birds with slingshots, how to pick honey and wild fruits, how to swim in cool streams, how to fish with wire and make all kinds of toys. Sometimes, they play sticks and sticks and play all kinds of games. ...
His father called him a "troublemaker", which is true. He is more lively, naughty and brave than other friends. He and his friends like to play a game, riding on the donkey's back first, and then jumping off the donkey's back after the donkey has finished running. Once, everyone found a little stubborn donkey, which was very disobedient. Friends, look at me. I look at you. I dare not ride.
At this time, the "troublemaker" casually said: "What's the matter? I dare to ride! " Everyone stare big eyes, Chou (chǒu) approached the donkey step by step. As soon as Xiao Lv got on the bus, he ran like crazy. Even more frightening, the donkey ran to a thorn bush! The friends all shouted, and the "D M: O egg ghost" on the donkey's back was also scared at this moment. It was about to become a thorn bush, and the donkey jumped up and down, trying to get rid of it. But he soon calmed down, grabbed the little donkey and jumped at the right opportunity. Well, the grass here is thick and soft. He jumped down with a whoosh, and Xiao Lv is a little safe. Fortunately, just as he was jumping on the grass, little Mandela rolled twice and lay still. This frightened the children, who ran around him. But the troublemaker jumped up and laughed.
This incident made everyone admire him and admire his courage and courage. He gradually became the king of children, and all his friends didn't listen to him.
Whenever the sun sets, Mandela's favorite moment of the day is coming, which makes him particularly excited. During the day, play and work have been completely forgotten, because after dinner, by the fire, the old people in the village will tell them beautiful stories, all of which are about the heroic deeds of our ancestors. He often forgets everything when he is intoxicated.
From grandpa's story, he knew that this beautiful place was originally the home of their ancestors, and they were the owners here. Later, white people came and killed many ancestors in order to plunder wealth. White people not only occupy land, but also rule black people by cruel means, saying that white people are the masters here. In grandpa's emotional story, little Mandela's heart is also excited, igniting the fire of hatred against whites; And the deeds of the ancestors' heroic resistance to the enemy made little Mandela's heart surge (pénɡpài): this metaphor is loud and magnificent; Describe waves colliding with each other. , very excited.
That night, after dinner, a group of friends came to the big tree at the head of the village. They lit a blazing bonfire, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and quietly listened to the old man telling stories.
"Before the arrival of white people, we had a beautiful and happy life here. At that time, flowers were in full bloom and milk and honey flowed on the earth. However, white people fought with muskets and snatched 5000 cows at once.
The thoughtful Mandela has many problems in his mind. He asked grandpa, "Did we win at that time?"
Looking at the innocent child (xié), Grandpa told the touching story of the black leader Shajia.
"Yes, why not? Do you know Sharjah? He is a great hero. He used daggers and spears as weapons. He also created a horn array-that is, the team is like a horn, with the main attack team in the middle and one on each side. When fighting the enemy, the teams on both sides quickly surrounded the enemy, and then the team in the middle stormed forward and beat the enemy to flee. Under the leadership of Sharjah, we won many victories. When white people mention him, they are scared to death. "
"Ha ha ha ..." The children all laughed their heads off, and Mandela was even more excited. He was very proud of the courage and wit of his predecessors.
"Grandpa, what heroes are there?" A little friend asked again.
"For example, our Xhosa Makana invented traffic tactics. As you know, white people use muskets, which can hit us from a long distance. Our weapons are daggers and spears (máo). How can we be rivals? He made many chariots with thick boards, which the enemy's bullets could not penetrate. Our soldiers hid behind the car and attacked them. Once they get close to them, it will be beautiful. Their bullets were useless, but our weapons worked, killing the enemy and running away. "
Grandpa went on to say, "He is great. He can not only urge (Cuι) to sleep, but also throw (zhi) with both hands: throw, throw at a target. Javelin, very powerful. "
"What happened later?" Children like to get to the bottom of things, and a group of children wait for grandpa to continue with curious eyes.
"Later! He was caught by the enemy. "
"How can you be caught?"
"On one occasion, the white man defeated us, took a lot of things and captured many women and children. They threatened to release these women and children as long as he surrendered. Makana was very brave and went to the enemy barracks alone despite others' discouragement. The enemy thought that he had brought many people and laid many ambushes. As a result, he was the only one who was shocked by his heroism, and the enemy leaders were tongue-tied when talking to him. Several soldiers tried to tie him up, but he yelled at him and sat down on the ground. They are so afraid of Makana that they all think he is a god! But hey! What a pity! "
The children were silent in the old man's sigh. Everyone stared at the bright moon in the sky for a long time.
The spring fire dyed the children's cheeks red (jiá), and the river responded to the children's voices. On this silent prairie, there have been many earth-shattering past events, which are full of (mí): (smoke, fog, water, etc. ); Full of endless heroism. The history of the nation is so heavy and the hateful white people are so cruel. The stories of the old people, like heavy stones, arouse ripples in their hearts; It is also like a spring breeze, awakening the seeds of their national feelings.
The night passed like this, and one story remained in Mandela's heart. He thought a lot and learned a lot from family experiences, village changes and the rise and fall of the nation (shuāi), which made little Mandela mature and calm.
In his young mind, he has made a wish to change the existing unreasonable world and liberate the black people from the cruel rule of the white people. However, after years of white rule, the war has long since vanished. What shall we do? These questions came to his mind vaguely.
Little Mandela grew up day by day. He is no longer as lively and active as before, but becomes silent and often thinks about some problems. Because he was always frowning, his companions nicknamed him "Little Old Man". He is really precocious than his peers. He is ready to help others, bravely shouldering heavy burdens, and often says in front of his friends that he will serve his nation. His father is happy to see these changes.
One day, Mandela and his friends were herding sheep outside the village. Sheep are grazing quietly on the grassland. They are playing games.
Suddenly, there was a child crying in the distance, mixed with scolding.
They all followed the sound of (xún) and saw a white man beating a black child in the distance. Their hearts sank at once.
The burly white man took a whip and whipped a thin little boy in front of him. The little boy's name is Betty, and he is herding sheep for white people. At this time, he was covered in blood, and big drops of blood dripped down his body. He dodged and shouted for mercy.
Mandela's heart beat faster, he gritted his teeth, clenched his small fist tightly, and a stream of anger burned in his heart. He shouted at the white man, "Please stop! Why did you hit him? "
The white man was startled by this sudden harmony. He stopped and stared at little Mandela. When he found himself just a little guy in front of him, he raised his head haughtily and shouted disdainfully. He mumbled a foreign word, but Mandela couldn't understand a word.
At this time, Bette told them that he accidentally lost a white lamb (ɡāo). His family is poor, how can he compensate? Betty's lips trembled in front of her (dǒu): quivering; Tremble. He looks blue and bloody. Mandela thought for a moment, then blew a whistle, and his sheep came running at once.
He approached the sheep, pulled out a lamb and touched it gently. To tell the truth, he is a little reluctant. Finally, he squatted down and kissed the lamb, then stood up and gave it to the white man.
The white man carefully looked at the lamb in front of him, thought it was ok, and proudly took it away.
Betty was sent home, and her children began to worry about Mandela. What should he tell his father?
Mandela was also preoccupied and bowed his head all the way. When he passed the big tree at the head of the village, his heart suddenly jumped and an idea flashed out. This is the place where they often listen to grandpa's stories. Thinking of the stories that national hero Chad often appears, he decided to make up a story to cheat his father.
In the evening, little Mandela walked up to his father, his eyes dodging and his heart beating. Father had already discovered his strangeness and looked at him quietly.
"Dad, you know Chad?"
"Of course I know."
Mandela tried to calm himself down and then said, "Today, I fell asleep while herding sheep, and then I saw Chad coming. He said,' Son, I like your mutton very much. Can you give it to me? I said,' All right.' When I woke up, alas, the lamb was really gone. "
With that, Mandela licked his lips (ti m \u n), bowed his head and said nothing (kēnɡ).
Father's deep voice sounded: "Son, you have always been honest and sensible, and I like you very much." However, you made a mistake today. Your eyes show that you are lying. Son, honesty is a person's most precious quality. I want to hear a real situation. "The father said slowly.
"Ah, my dad can't hide (mán)." Little mandela muttered in his heart. He looked into his father's eyes (chǒu), full of majesty but kind. He stammered out what happened in the afternoon.
With that, he lowered his head and waited for his father's scolding. The room was quiet, and Mandela felt that time had stopped. However, a few minutes passed without my father's reprimand: teaching, reprimanding. He looked up and found his father looking at him with a smile.
After school, Mandela had a new name-Nelson, which was given to him by the teacher in English. At that time, Africa was ruled by the British, so Africans had to have an English name, which was given to him by his teacher, Miss M incarnation Dingen.
Mandela likes his teacher, Miss Mdingen, because of a very small thing.
On the first day of school, Mandela was worried about his clothes. Before going to school, all the little boys in the village wore only a blanket (t m: n), wrapped around their shoulders and tied around their waists. But now I'm going to school. Why are you dressed like this?
He thought about it and decided to make a dress by himself.
Little Mandela rummaged through an old pair of his father's trousers, found a pair of scissors and cut them from the knees of the trousers. When he tried it on, oh, just right. Unfortunately, the waist is too big. What should I do? He found a rope to tie around his waist, that's all!
As soon as Mandela walked into the classroom in this suit, the students all laughed at his strange appearance.
Mandela blushed, and he stood there with his head down, afraid to move.
At this moment, a crisp and pleasant voice said, "Everybody be quiet and don't laugh. It is impolite to laugh at others like this. Let me introduce this new classmate to you. "
Mandela just looked up and saw a beautiful young lady. I only heard the teacher praise Mandela and said a few things, saying that he was helpful, smart and capable. The children stopped laughing now and showed great admiration for him (pèi): respect and admiration. Look at that.
It turned out that my father's good friend Uncle George had introduced Little Mandela to Miss Mudingen in detail. This time, Mandela felt that she was so kind and immediately fell in love with the teacher. Because of Mandela's excellent grades, Miss Mudingen likes this pupil even more.
The weather on the grassland is changeable and unpredictable, and so is the god of fate. In an instant, Mandela tasted the pain of losing his father.
Shortly after he began to study, his father died, and Mandela was hit by this sudden misfortune when he was young: suffering; Unfortunate fate. Beaten. Father is the pillar of his life. Although he has been with his mother, the feeling of loneliness strongly impacts his heart.
Before his death, his father entrusted him to his friend Rong Xin Bata, and his mother sent him to Rong Xin Bata's house.
Rong Xin Bata is the chief of the tribe (qiú), and his residence is very luxurious, so little Mandela was shocked at first sight. Gradually, he got used to life here and got along well with the chieftain's children. Rong Xin Bata treated him like his own son, loving and dignified.
Mandela's new school is next to the Sheikh's house. This is a primary school with only one classroom. Courses include English, Xhosa, history and geography. Mandela Jr. has made outstanding achievements. However, what puzzles him is that he can't learn the real history of his country in this kind of school. Textbooks strongly advocate that blacks are incompetent and need advanced white culture and technology to save them. And textbooks strongly deny that black South Africans are local residents.
All these made little Mandela feel humiliated and angry. He often tells his companions the heroic deeds of his ancestors. Because there are often chiefs of various tribes in the family to handle affairs, Little Mandela knows from their stories that South Africa is a beautiful home for blacks. It was not until 1652 that the Dutch invaded this land for the first time that white talents began to appear. They recounted the atrocities and evil deeds of white people, cursed these hateful demons and prayed that a gust of wind would sweep them away.
Life here is rich and peaceful, and the loving Rong Xin Bata has taught little Mandela a lot about being a man and made him understand the responsibility he should bear to the nation as a black man. In this satisfactory environment, little Mandela grew up healthily, and the trauma of losing his father's love and leaving his mother gradually healed.
Justice, son of Rong Xin Bata, is a close friend of Mandela Jr. He is four years older than Mandela, tall and handsome, slightly drunk, and Mandela appreciates him very much. The two soon became inseparable friends, and the close friendship warmed little Mandela's tender heart.
A quiet life often makes people ignore the passage of time, but ruthless time can always bring people new life. In a blink of an eye, Mandela has changed from a child to a big boy. This year, he 16 years old. His head is higher, his voice is thicker, his arms are stronger and his thoughts are complicated.
16 years old is an important age in black tribes. It means that a boy becomes a man, mature, responsible and able to control himself. The tribe holds ceremonies every year to celebrate their adulthood.
The celebration of their adulthood began. People delivered congratulatory messages, singing and dancing. They all received their own gifts. At this happy moment, Mandela's heart was intoxicated. He seems to see his own bright tomorrow and bright future.
At the end of the celebration, the speech delivered by Chief Merijili, the nephew of the Grand Chief, haunted him all his life (yínɡ): back and forth; Surrounded by mandela's mind.
"Our ceremony is over, and we guarantee that you will become men. But, I tell you, this is an illusory and empty promise, a promise that can never be fulfilled. We are slaves of our own country, and we are weak and helpless. In the rest of your life, the young people here will get lung disease in the white mine and eventually ruin their health. White people live a dissolute life ... our empty hands can give you nothing. The gift we give you today is insignificant, because we can't give you the most precious gift, that is: freedom and independence ...! "
Mandela, immersed in joy, was the first to be poured with cold water, and his heart suddenly calmed down. All the fantasies just now were spent in the water in the mirror, and the humiliating and difficult future is the cold reality. His mood became gloomy, and he bowed his head and listened to the exciting speech without expression.
"Is this really the case?" Mandela once again doubted the chief's words. After all, young people's hearts are hot. At the thought of becoming an adult, he felt full of energy and made up his mind to fight, fight and work hard for the happiness of all black people.