Few people talk about the stories of this generation, but only the stories of literary, poets, or those who have suffered. What is theirs is theirs, and what is recorded is about the taste of literature and art. We don't know how to outline the pen in our hands, always think of raising our hands, it seems to want to write, but, the heart of the sad can not, always write a line of tears, do not know the content of this ... If you think about it, it was the spring of '08.
The old third session is a sacred title for the Zhiqing college entrance examination, and that generation has become a mainstay in today's society. The poet laments the passing of poetry, the dionysus sacrifice of the late eighties, both material and spiritual dreams. Today, we don't know how to define the post-50s or post-60s in the rural vision, just put it simply: a generation
Flip through the yellowed photos of the home, which were family portraits taken in the 1980s. The old man in the front row sat, and in the back row were the young man and his daughter-in-law. The background of the photo is a black tile and a white granite stone wall, and the old house is a tile house. People were dressed in coats or handmade suits, with wearable and old cloth shoes worn under their feet. The men had tuggy beards and disheveled hair. Everyone looked at this magical camera with a restrained and surprised expression. The location of the location shows traces of longevity and order, and the tile house behind it, the loess on the ground, and the age of the old house are recorded. For that generation, it is inseparable from talking about the old house. There is no shortage of soil in the countryside, and the mud pile is a guy with a mud wall. The hut is an adobe house surrounded by loess, and the tile house is a tile house built with cement and stone. With a large number of people, the effort to build a house will be saved a lot. At that time, whoever had more sons, the natural tile house was also built in a grand manner. When the brothers grew up, they wanted to separate their families, and they had to find a place in the village to build a house and marry their daughter-in-law. At that time, rural television sets were rare, and when they got married, pairing them with television sets was already a rarity for everyone to come and watch. The Dream of the Red Chamber in the 1980s to the Journey to the West, the production is not very exquisite, but the attitude is very serious, when the old and young people watch, it is a group of people sitting together and chatting, sniffing melon seeds, which is no longer today's scene. The plot is moving, it has long been a collective emotional rendering, from "Fence Woman and Dog" to "Longing" Theme Song is liked by peasant women, Hong Kong and Taiwan music stays in the south, has not yet been transmitted to the north. I remember that the Spring Festival Gala was just beginning to rise... Painful childhood memories, lack of food, starvation and swelling, many generations have said that the white steamed bun is delicious, and when they see the sweet potato seedlings, they have pantothenic acid in their stomachs. Eggs become a farmer's tonic, whose daughter-in-law is born, whose family is sick, whose family is married, catch an old hen, cross a basket of eggs can walk the alley. So that adults like to boil a bowl of eggs on the soy sauce to eat, children naturally do not like, eat white egg white, have to throw away the yolk, the old man saw the pity in his heart "blind such a good thing." After the rural communalization movement subsided, families could raise pigs and chickens. Throughout the 80s and 90s, the model of the new farm yard was a hall house, a side room, a toilet and a pigsty. When pigs are gone, chickens and ducks are raised free-range. Anyway, the corn grown at home is beaten into cornmeal, and the beans are beaten into bean cakes. At that time, my mother said that this chicken ate better than everyone else. If the hen lays a few eggs one day, but is happy with the farmer, it is also a kind of contentment to fry a chili egg rolled into a pancake. In the turbulent sixties and seventies, the school did not go to and from school normally, and everything was delayed. When I went to junior high school, I stopped classes or talked about simple books from time to time. The only advantage is that they can recognize characters, and at that time, the elderly in the countryside were all reading Chairman Mao's quotations with their eyes open, but they could not write, they would only follow the radio and listen to the model plays, and they really could not write big character newspapers, let alone coax. Some junior high schools do not have time to graduate, they work in the fields to earn work points, and many girls are in primary school for a few years, and they drop out of school to pick up dung and work in the fields at home. Or good luck, answer the call, join the army, at that time there are men in the army. That generation, not immersed in culture, as soon as they left school, they directly entered the society, the reality is that they have lived in the countryside for more than ten years, the fleas and lice on the dogs are passed on to people, and people have to wear cotton jackets hard to live. Having seen the famine, seen the death of relatives around them, they have experienced real fear and helplessness, and gradually become compromised with the status quo, and it is the anxiety that comes from the day, when the father often herds sheep, will he spend his life herding sheep? At the beginning of the 20th century, Shanxi reporters asked sheep herders, and the sheep herders would only say: sheep herding --- selling sheep----- marrying daughters-in-law------ and then the villages in the 1980s first walked in front of the city to carry out the reform of the small-scale peasant land system, and re-protected and recognized the grass-roots units where the family was in social order. Breaking the era of public ownership in the fields together, grinding foreign workers together, and putting satellites together, removing a bright red hat and letting go of the chains stuck in people's necks. The traditional thinking of relying on the sky to eat and relying on the ground to eat has been liberalized, and some have learned to craft and some have wandered in the corners of the city, so the migrant workers have entered the city, which is the first generation of migrant workers. I remember that at that time, the collective economy in the village hitched a ride on the minerals of state-owned enterprises, which suddenly revitalized the suppressed enthusiasm for making money in the countryside. The peasant family signed a name and became a mine man, broke away from the agricultural society, and became the object of the girl's desire at that time. At that time, grandpa was alive, so he scolded Mu's vain girlfriend: If you are married, don't call it Daddy, just follow the man's generation and call your father Grandpa. Tractors drove into the villages, rural women scrambled to learn to drive, and women became the main force in the fields.
Wealth increased geometrically, and for the first time, people were hungry for money. Between money and family affection, parents are short, contradictions are stimulated little by little, and finally become the fatal weakness of this generation. People with many brothers are no longer more powerful, but have become the status quo of many people and many people. The separation of families became an inevitable trend in the eighties. It is said that the son is older, just like the hawthorn, the tail is long, and he quarrels to separate the family. In that era, the accumulation of wealth and the interests of small families appeared a rift, uneven distribution often became a quarrel, the large family presided over by the elderly was eventually broken by private ownership, the disaster was broken, the family affection was naturally defeated by interests, so there was a rigidity of the relationship between father and son, and the degeneration of anti-purpose etiquette between brothers. Looking at the rural habits of the 1980s and 1990s, chongwu fighting, so that junior high school students fighting in groups is already the blood flowing in the bones, and we have to reflect that the folk customs of Rio are gradually impacted by various movements, and after breaking all the rules, there is a lack of benchmarking scale, so there will be a "fighting" habit of the good people of Liangshan to regain the right to speak in the countryside, which in itself is actually a disguised embodiment of class struggle; as for the later Hong Kong and Taiwan ancient confused boys, the tone of the lepers only polluted the high school students and even those groups that were good at imitating among the proud sons of heaven. After all, this generation without wealth protection, when they were young, desperately overdrew their bodies, and found in their twilight years that their bodies could not withstand the torment of diseases, but there was no medical insurance, and the rural pension mechanism became unusually pale with the tide of family separation in the eighties! When this generation is growing old, the backbone is not standing up, many people have been buried in the ground, it is difficult for us to imagine the suffering they have experienced, whether it is the suffering given by the times, or the natural revenge, they have always lived in a world of their own values, experienced various struggles, they still adhere to the traditional customs of Zoulu in their bones, laughing at or indifferent to the new fashion customs under the influence of those pragmatic elements.
Three incense sticks are lit, the whistle is blown, the mai is white, and the sound of crying music is everywhere. It is said that people take tea and cool, and there is no simple wind in the countryside in reality, and more are inflamed and snuggled city servants. Just and easy to fold, the heroes are mostly tragic deaths, what is left behind? I remember Kitajima wrote: Nobility is the epitaph of the noble, and despicable is the passport of the despicable. This is how to outline this generation. A generation...