My middle school days

Chapter 2: Back Coal

In 1960, I was admitted to Cai Jia Po Iron Middle School, and the school report was september 1, and when I arrived at the school, I walked alone carrying a washbasin rice bowl on my back. From Baoji to Caijiapo Station by train, out of the box office along a west-facing stone road walk a few miles, turn north into the reeds, along the winding reed path, a person to the north. The reeds are thick and tall, the scenery is really beautiful, all the way to the swaying leisurely while walking and playing, walking through the village surrounded by tall persimmon trees, climbing a winding hillside, and soon you will see the bungalows surrounded by layers of small hills. At that time, although the children were young, but their survivability was quite strong, I asked as I walked and quickly found my dormitory, bedding stacking, going out to buy food tickets, and taking bowls to line up for the first meal of school.

I remember the first interesting thing about entering the dormitory was that I couldn't find the name of my bed, and then I found out that it was a classmate named Chen Lijun who pulled the note that wrote Ren Yuzhen on my bed frame, and at that time, a few Tongguan male classmates in The Temple stopped him, he did not listen, and took advantage of my bunk bed.

In the three years of junior high school, the most impressive thing was to transport coal and grain to the canteen for teachers and students. Every Tuesday and Friday afternoon for labor class, junior high school uses its own washbasin to carry coal transportation, and high school shoulders to carry grain. The first time to carry coal, and good classmates Liu Shouye took the newly bought washbasin, ran all the way down the mountain, to the railway station coal filled with a basin of coal, did not take long to feel the shoulder sore, so constantly left and right shoulder rotation back and forth, insisted out of the street to the road under the road, tired half dead, saw a classmate who exceeded me, heard them say to run three times! In order to prevent the shoulders from being scattered, I had to walk slowly step by step. At this time, Xin Hao met the labor committee member who went down the mountain to return to the second trip, and let us both pour half into his basin, and then we sent back to the big stove coal pile in the canteen, completing the first time we entered the school but it was an eternal memory. When we returned to the station coal yard, we only dared to fill more than half a pot of coal, so the second trip to the school, it was past the opening time, after unloading the coal, we went up to the classroom to eat the ground, saw that there were two small dishes left in the vegetable bowl and four steamed buns, obviously much less than the usual eyes stared at the dishes, we both hurried to the classroom to get the dishes and chopsticks, hit the rice bucket leftover rice porridge, did not care to wash their faces, took a small half bowl of floating a few drops of oil boiled eggplant and steamed buns and devoured it, after a few minutes the bowl was clean, Liu Shouye stood up and said: "Not full!" We both dared to go down to the big canteen at the bottom of the ditch, used the mobile meal ticket to buy a steamed bun each, took a look at it, small and yellow alkali did not start the steamed bun, stared at the small hard bun in the hand, a face covered with grievances, and did not dare to say a word, we did not go to wash the dishes, sitting under the tree were silently homesick and missing my mother, I remembered the five-spiced burnt cake baked for me when my mother left, just tears, we are too homesick! I miss my mother so much. The sky gradually darkened, and the steamed buns entered the stomach for an unknown amount of time, Liu Shouye stood up first, waved his hand and said, "The next time the coal is carried, it will not fall to the end!"