I am an atypical, ordinary post-80s. Born in the rural countryside of a small, poor city in the XB area. Years have passed, people have done nothing, people are middle-aged, there are old people, and there are small ones. Accumulated over the years, in the busy work, struggling, confused, stubborn, trying to live...
Before the dying youth, I always wanted to write something, to keep it for myself, for my children, and also to commemorate my family, my father...
The wheel of history has turned into 2022, the 80s, it was a distant, but clear memory, full of enthusiasm and passion of the time, let me reminisce endlessly, but also let me sad, but also let me cherish...
When it comes to the post-80s generation, what is the first thing that comes to mind?
My childhood was black and white, because my understanding of the world began with a small 12-inch black-and-white, Yellow River brand TV.
Huluwa, Black Cat Sheriff.
Saint Seiya, Pegasus Meteor Fist!
Sirius, please give me strength!
Little Dragon Man, Legend of the Archery Hero, Joke Qianlong, Legend of the New White Lady, Shanghai Beach, King of a Thousand Kings...
My childhood was also loess-colored, located in the XB area, breakfast was tortillas with corn porridge, noodles or corn dough at noon, and radish leaf stew in the evening.
Because the climate is dry, every spring and winter, every day is gray-headed, hands are also black, especially in winter, because it is too cold, go to school in the morning, often do not like to wash their faces, when they have a cold, the snot cannot stop flowing. At that time, there was no concept of toilet paper, at most the family put a small handkerchief in the pocket, when the class, the classroom of the day did not have heating equipment, often with cuffs, wipe the nose, one winter down, two cuffs often, shiny. Mixed with pitch-black mud. Extra Peugeot.
Cloth shoes made by the elders of the family are worn on the feet, and because the toenails are often not trimmed, there are often two holes in the cloth shoes that expose the thumbs of the big feet. Except for the better conditions at home, wearing rubber shoes such as double stars, pullback, and big ripples, the rest of the students, whether male or female, were the same, and there was no school uniform at that time, so no one made fun of anyone.
My childhood was also red, because every june 1 children's day, the town will organize all kinds of literary and artistic performances, choruses, gymnastics competitions, each little friend's face, are pictured on the red fluttering rouge powder, eyebrows dotted with a red plum core, bring their own washed red scarf, wear usually reluctant to wear black and green double star rubber shoes, white short sleeves, blue shorts, everyone is the same. Three or five gathered together to discuss with great interest the movie or TV content they had seen the night before. Three-three-two, get together and jump the rubber band. Taken from the inner tube of his own bicycle, cut it himself, and was often found by his parents and beaten half to death. Or make a chicken feather shuttlecock with chicken feathers and copper coins, paint colorful colors with watercolor pens, and a few friends, you can kick for an afternoon. Or use the no-corner cloth at home to sew your own sandbag with corn kernels. Higher than who throws it farther. When it comes time to report the performance, you can rightly open your mouth to ask your parents for a dollar or two, go to the town in addition to the report performance, squander, with a big red flower on your chest, holding a hongqi, holding a trumpet, holding a waist drum, and mighty.
2 yuan, in my young memory, it was a huge amount of money, you can buy a bowl of 2 cents of cold skin, you can also spend 1 cent, buy yourself a bean paste flavored popsicle, reluctant to eat a big mouthful, you can take an afternoon in your mouth, you can also be a little more luxurious, spend 5 cents to buy a bag of three fresh noodles, or spend a dime to buy a bag of sour plum powder, or brush sugar. One by one, give it to the surrounding friends. Happiness is so simple, so pure.
My childhood was also green, every year in March, the school would organize Arbor Day, go to the river or hillside near the school, carry their own home tree planting tools, carry red flags, hold buckets, follow the senior students, have a look to dig pits, to move saplings, to water. The scene is not lively. When learning Lei Feng, the school organized older students to go to the village, the homes of widows and widows, to help carry water, chop firewood, help the elderly to collect firewood, and clean the house. One by one, they were serious and sweaty. Thirsty to pick up the bowl, in a large vat of cold water, a few friends one sip, feel that it is the sweetest drink in the world.
Up to the third grade, every year around the Dragon Boat Festival, I am eligible to follow the spring excursion organized by the school, I remember the first time I followed the spring tour organized by the school, went to a reservoir about 20 kilometers away from our village, to visit and study, the teacher has been explaining to us on the side, how much labor was used in this reservoir at that time, how many years did my fathers work, before it was completed, how many acres of land can be irrigated by radiation irrigation, and so on. Listened to with relish. The most annoying thing is that when you come back, you need to write a spring diary of no less than 500 words as an assignment.
My childhood was also golden, when I was a child, my family had more than a dozen acres of land, at that time, most of the teachers in the school were private teachers, and the family also had land, so we had a holiday and autumn vacation.
The holiday is about June 1 every year, generally 7-10 days off, mainly to help the family harvest wheat, and then plant corn. When it was time for the holiday, the fields around the village were already golden and brilliant. In the field, in addition to the large harvester, it is their own family, regardless of men, women and children, all in the battle. With a kettle and a scythe, my father pulled the rack cart, and I sat on it and went to the field of my own house and began to get busy.
It was June, the sun was shining, and the sweat of the parents was dripping, along the face, along the back, really sweaty. Cut the wheat first, and then bundle and bundle it up. And then little by little loaded on the shelf car, 8.9 years old me, the big pull can not move, just pull a little bit of wheat bale, a little bit moved to the side of the car. 1 acre of land, my parents and two people, in 1 day to cut all down, and then bundled up, then loaded, and then pulled back. Flattening, layer by layer, in the wheat field. Then let the tractor, over and over again, crush, burst the sun, and finally go through the wind to hull, and finally harvest the wheat grains. Then bagging, a bag of bags, pulled home, stored. When I was a child, I didn't know how hard the process was, and later I learned why I asked my parents for pocket money when I was a child, and they were always cutting the ropes and were reluctant to give me an extra dime.
In the XB area, the sky is dry and dry, when the farmers are busy, everything around them is gray earth color, and the air is also gray earthy. Mixed with a hint of sweat. Farmers rely on the sky to eat, when the harvest is good, the family can pay more public grain to the town, (this public grain is not the other public grain), whenever I see my father get the money to pay the public grain, the corners of the mouth always hang a trace of happy smile, that simple smile, I can not forget in my life. It was also at this time that my father could always buy me some gifts that I did not expect, and give me a big surprise. I remember one year, when I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, my father gave me a hero brand pen and 2 bottles of dark blue zhonghua ink after the holiday. It was the most precious gift I had ever received when I was a child, and I used this pen until I was in high school, and I went to repair it a few times and changed the pen head several times. I have been reluctant to throw it away. (Think about my current child, who spends nearly 200,000 yuan a year, still does not know how to cherish the happy and beautiful days now, I am a man in my 30s, the tears can't stop flowing) It is also this time of year, my father takes me to pay the grain, will be in the snack street in the town, will buy me a few sweets (oil cakes), or hemp balls, or twist flowers, I was also at that time, the first time to eat water fried buns, there are leek noodles minced meat, I thought it was the world's most delicious snack. Sometimes I will buy more, take it home, and bring it to my grandparents to share with them. The family sits together, eating watermelon, pulling home cooking, and reasoning short. Happiness knows no bounds.
Around Teachers' Day, the school will organize an autumn break, the autumn vacation is mainly to harvest corn, corn stalks are taller than me, I can reach out to hold the corn cob, and the same as the harvest of wheat, it is also the whole family. Line by line, the division of labor is clear, first moved down from the corn stalks, and then a bunch of piles of baskets are transferred to the car, pulled home, the leaves of the corn, with tiny burrs, the end of the day, the forehead, the palms of the hands, the back of the neck and legs, all the parts that leak outside the clothes, except for the sting, is itchy, and can't sleep all night. It was uncomfortable for several days. Corn stalks should also be bundled, bundled and pulled back, dried, and in the winter, in addition to boiling water in the kitchen for cooking, it is also an excellent fuel for kang. XB's countryside, at that time, every household had a clay kang, and the first thing to do when I came home from school was to help burn the kang. Stuffing corn stalks into the kang eye, lighting them, and waving the fan in your hand, it was a rare joy in winter except for.
The corn pulled home also needs to be tied like a ponytail, strand by strand, in their own yard, made of wood and wire to make cold corn stalks, and bundle the corn in bundles, which look like a thick, golden braid from a distance.
My childhood was also flavorful, my mother's own chili sauce with hot steamed buns, that hot and spicy feeling, in addition to the stimulation on the tongue, but also the super satisfaction on the taste buds. In the summer, go pick watermelons, half-cooked watermelons, eat them, have a different taste, the tomatoes in the countryside fields, cucumbers, wild strawberries, sour grapes, all of them are vividly remembered. Sometimes the mouth is hungry, homemade pickled garlic moss, pickled garlic, just steamed buns, but also have a different taste. Or secretly take the family's eggs to the village commissary to exchange for popsicles and ice cream to eat. An egg was exchanged for a popsicle, and later found by his father, beaten up, and never dared again. Or secretly pack more than a dozen pounds of corn in a snakeskin bag, carry it for a few miles, and go to town to change sugar sticks to eat (a puffed food made of corn flour).
Or grow up a little bigger, especially learn to ride the family's 28-bar bicycle, set the triangle (in the case of not enough height, a way to ride a bicycle), but also follow the older Murakami children, go to the river to dig sweet potatoes, dig potatoes. Then find a clearing, pick up some firewood, light firewood, take a few stones, bury potatoes or sweet potatoes, burn sweet potatoes, and burn potatoes to eat. In the summer, go pick tender corn, make it as you would, roast corn and eat it, it is a sweetness carved in your bones and engraved in your genes.
Or follow your senior classmates to the pond to catch frogs, catch crabs, catch small fish, steal a little chili noodles from home, bring a little salt, find a few wires, a delicious roasted frog, grilled fish, and you're done.
At that time, I also thought about earning some pocket money for myself, finding a long bamboo pole at home, taking a plastic bag, and going to the woods to find a shell (the shell of a cicada), which is said to be a kind of Traditional Chinese medicine, and the town's medicinal materials purchase station wants 2 yuan a pound. One summer, good luck to find 1-2 pounds in the trees. I remember that the first pair of table tennis rackets was earned by selling shells with my brother and two people, one summer. #杜明炜Lv 2 #