#时代见证人 #
Before the age of seven, he lived in a bungalow in Baotou. As long as there is something to eat at home, a group of children are recruited to be teachers at home. As a reward, I hid my father's sugar cubes in the water tank for the New Year. Forget the lid cylinder head grab a current. My sister was even more powerful, my mother let her steam, and my classmates came home and saw the noisy white bun that had just come out of the pot and was hungry and tasted it. I can't blame others for this, my mother came back from a business trip, and sent me to send it to each family. The family makes dumplings, and the first pot of two bowls is sent out. Next door to help roll out the skin and pinch the dumplings, eat small mouth oily.
In 1975, The father of the Wugang Steel Factory signed up. At the time of parting, the yellow cake mixed with rice noodles in the twelve-square-meter brick house was piled up on the three-drawer table. On the train, the radio announced that it was going to start, the adults held hands and nagged, and I cried urgently, "Not yet, the train is going to start!" ”
In Beijing, he was warmly welcomed by his aunt. In 1958, the uncle took his mother and aunt to Jiuquan to work. The decentralized settlement fee is double the salary for one year, and Tu Qian's uncle took his aunt back to his hometown. It was difficult to make a living at home, so I wrote a letter to my mother and sent a telegram, and I wanted to go to Baotou. At that time, Sino-Soviet relations were tense and prepared for war, and the old aunt ignored her mother's warnings and bought roads with her own money, becoming a black household in Baotou without the supply of household registration wages and tickets.
Her father gave her Zhang Luo a partner to start a family, and the rich peasant ingredients of her mother's family were not easy to find. When they were just liberated, people sold land cheaply, and Grandpa bought land with the money from the mat that his mother and grandma boiled day and night to boil lamp oil. The land was confiscated and designated as kulaks. The rich peasant's old uncle's father was a pseudo-police secretary, who could write and paint and live at home to eat and drink. After marriage, the old uncle went to work in Baiyun Obo, and one-third of the salary was sent to the old aunt. The aunt took her two daughters who were born in succession, worked as a temporary worker during the day, smashed stones at night, and picked up crops with her mother seasonally. The old aunt's lunch box, nest pickles have not been changed. A bowl of corn paste on a snowy night, a Beijing cotton monkey with a hat after frost, chopping wood in the hearth, and fine grain supplied monthly... Mother gave it to the old aunt, and the old aunt never forgot it. The old aunt entered Beijing, and a year's salary was sent to the household registration. New Year's Mail came 2 pounds of Yili's mixed mixed sugar wood box locked up. In 1974, my aunt asked my grandmother to take me to Beijing for three months. The first time I did a green-skinned train, I kept looking out the window at the crops and trees that "whizzed" and "whizzed" back. The window rushed to the wind and coughed, and the blush was hot. The gay man next to him took slices of licorice from his grass-green bag. For the first time, I tasted the heavy taste of licorice. The medicine is really good, and when you get to Beijing, you won't cough.
In the courtyard of my aunt's military museum, the summer night is cool, and the uncle of the sheet metal worker measures and draws oil pots in the open for a while. It was too hot during the day and the kids were noisy for a swim. I took my two cousins with me and went with my neighbors to bayi Lake. The water surface of the shore is wide, the white lotus flowers in the water are in full bloom, and the lotus leaves are fielded. We wandered on the shore, and there was no return for food. The old aunt shouted dumbly, and the neighbor said "Bayi Lake" to provoke the old uncle's irritability. Captured us, eyebrows furrowed, eyes wide open, panting. The uncle's mouth fluttered: "Don't die!" Dare to go anywhere. His heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Grandma pleading for help. Grandma was silent. I have seen my uncle shout my sister to get up, get out of the bed a little late, and paste the soles of plastic shoes on the confused face. "Snap" "Snap" split head to cover my face, this time on my face, fiery, painful tears arrived earlier than the cry.
This time, witness the smoke of Kyoto. The tall, bare-legged stockings of the yellow-haired, red-eyed foreigners in the Forbidden City. The first time I went down to the restaurant, the small storefront, a few tables and chairs, and the steam on the dumplings. Pale yellow glass bottle of soda, delicious "Arctic Ocean". The snacks that came from the back were restored like a hill on the Eight Immortals table. The children complained about the coarse bread of the rice noodles, and the uncle was delicious.
The bumpy liberation, all the way to the Wugang Temple Slope a neighborhood canteen. The canteen is separated by mats for seven intervals, one for each family. The front is reclaimed, and the back is pressed with cement slabs. Wide cement yard yard, summer night, the yard splashed pots of water, landing on the ground smoke. Spread out the mats and warm the waist. The family lay there cool, the night was deeper, the people were cool, and Dad carried our sisters home. Whenever I reached the corner of the house, the sound of footsteps woke me up. Silently, he continued to pretend to sleep, and was carried to the bed by his father. 75.8 On the night of three days and three nights of heavy rain, the door was knocked open, and Uncle Zhao's family of seven, with a basket of live chickens, drenched in the door. His home was flooded. Later moved to a building, not in one unit. His fourth son came to my house every day to read "Reference News". Several families who are not poor in spirit miss each other, and my family's rationed noodles are given to Zhang Daniang, who loves noodles, and her rice is sent to my house. The first quarter coal ticket saved every year is given to the Zhao family with a large population... Before my parents traveled to the travel bag, I looked at my mother without blinking, and then ran east and west to send them to each family. Sharing the words of "benevolence" and righteousness of mutual aid, parents do not hang on their lips, but flow in a basket of beans, a package of skin-produced white eggs, a bag of candy, a bag of fried peanuts.
In 1985, the policy of intellectuals was implemented, and the new houses were divided into four neighborhoods. Chicken coops and ground sent to others. The neighborhood committee did not allow chickens to be raised, and they sent money to dismantle bricks. When Zhang Daniang was dying of esophageal cancer, his son said to his mother who rushed to him: "At this time, the first person to think of it is Aunt Liu!" "My mother didn't return all night, and she rushed to make old clothes for Zhang Daniang, just as seriously as she had made new clothes for his children thirty nights before. At the hospital, Zhang Da Niang took her mother's hand and touched many knots on the back of her neck, saying that it was a tumor. It hurts! Touch the pimples, hoping for pain that can be reduced.
People I know ask for mom, and I haven't heard the word "no". The phone at home has become a special plane for the mother, calling not to ask for advice on cooking, to take the sole of the shoe, to embroider the cross, to make old clothes, or to do the elderly choir... Colleagues raised funds p2p debts, and the old two had more than 8,000 yuan per month for living expenses. When I came to my house to borrow money, I was firmly opposed, just as I opposed her lobbying p2p. Auntie pretended to want to go. Mom invited her to sit down. I gave Dad a look, Dad did not respond, pulled Dad into the kitchen, Dad came to lose his temper, did not care about this, help is important. We do not support fundraising, and the helper has to help. Without waiting for Mom to agree, Dad took out the private money, which we gave. Auntie clutched The new Gaga's yuan tightly.
It is rare to be confused, "benevolence" trains us in the blood and bones, so that the heart is soft enough to only let go of love, to see that no one is as good as me, and how much strength there is always to help.
"Virtue is not alone, there must be neighbors" "Compassion, benevolence..." The belief in "benevolence" has spread out.
