My Lost Years (Thirty-Two)

The heavy physical labor of each day tired me enough.

If you go to a farther place to do work that day, you must bring lunch and come back in the evening.

One day, the brigade said that there was a show to be performed in the town, and everyone was welcome to watch it.

15 miles, 30 miles back and forth, too far, a day of work, walk another 30 miles at night, and beat the drums in my heart.

Later, several intellectuals discussed and decided to go. Such a remote and backward place can not see any programs, so it is easy to have a performance, you should go to see.

A few of us went after dinner.

There are many people who come to see the show. On that day, a propaganda team of the People's Liberation Army came to perform.

I still vividly remember a female soldier of the People's Liberation Army singing a song. The lyrics are: Chairman Mao's writings are of the highest level. ........... The singing was so good that I was envious of dying.

I especially wanted to be a People's Liberation Army, and I liked that uniform. Handsome and handsome. Alas, there is no way, don't dream, walk another 15 miles back! Don't be fooled. People of the same age, people dance and sing, but I have been working for a year and can't get a penny, and my heart is very sad.

Stranded along the way, I stumbled back to the village.