The day of the month of the year

That day in that month

Text/Yu Ronghua

In 1974, in december, on the thirty-first day, I responded to Chairman Mao's call to go up to the mountains and go to the countryside and became a glorious intellectual youth.

This day is unforgettable in my life, when I was seventeen years old, that month was the last month of that year, and that day was the coldest day of the north wind.

Standing on the big truck with his bags on his back, enjoying the blowing of the north wind and the fluttering of the snowflakes, the twenty young people who said goodbye to their father and mother waved their hands and said, "Goodbye mother", although they lacked the bold words of the soldiers, but at least they were also a young man who was enthusiastic and courageous, and he was still a group of children who did not understand the world.

The past has drifted with the wind for nearly fifty years, and the Zhiqing of that year has also entered the ranks of old age, but that year, that month, and the trip that day have never been forgotten, nor can we forget the bitter years of Zhiqing, the age of seventeen, we are still studying and enjoying the care of our parents, and at the age of seventeen, we are mingling with the poor and lower-middle peasants, fighting in the world.

On the first day of the Chinese New Year, after eating the dumplings wrapped by the collective households themselves, they carried the red flag to the construction site of the water canal, the hands were frozen and cracked, the feet were frozen and numb, the face was frozen and red and purple, but the heart was hot, the car pushing the stone was heavy and heavy, the head of the living mud did not listen to the call, the blood bubbles in the hands really hurt, and it was hard to insist, shhh, and drum up.

The first Spring Festival after leaving Daddy's mother was spent in songs and tears, but fortunately, there was the correct appeasement and guidance of Uncle Liu, who led the team, he said, "Since the children have gone out of the house, we should not let Daddy worry about it, if we come, then we will be safe" Chairman Mao taught us to say, "Do it yourself, have enough food and clothing," think about the twenty-five thousand miles long march, so many revolutionary martyrs threw their heads and spilled blood, what do we mean by suffering this? The country needs you to work hard, exercise and grow up in the vast world of the countryside, don't hesitate, don't wander, students do it! Hi up!

The power of example is infinite, Uncle Liu's words are very important to a child, we have all increased confidence, the motivation is doubled, where to go, dirty work and tired work to rush to do, pulling dirt carts, digging pits and planting trees, pressing wheat, carrying water and fertilizer, working overtime in the middle of the night, science and technology test fields, all of us know the figure of young people, eating at the construction site, working at the construction site, the skin color is dark, the amount of food is large, the people have grown taller, and I have made a lot of good friends with the farmers, and I have also learned a lot of folk suffering, and I have also increased a lot of insight. Feeling that his mind has also improved a lot, Uncle Liu said in one sentence that "everything is sensible" and his heart is itching.

The arrival of our group of knowledgeable young people has injected great vitality into this dull village; we often participate in the work of the Communist Youth League, assist the secretary of the League branch in carrying out some meaningful activities, hold meetings at the brigade headquarters to discuss and study, sing and celebrate small sections of opera, run posters to publicize the party's principles and policies, offer suggestions and suggestions for building a new socialist countryside, and actively participate in literary and artistic performance activities, which I remember as >

The days passed quickly, and it turned to the end of the year, summing up the experience of exercising and growing up in the melting pot of the countryside in the past year, feeling quite deeply, from a child who did not understand the world, to thriving into a useful adult, no matter when and where, it was in the trajectory of life growth, which was a heavy stroke, and it was inseparable from the experience process of re-education of poor and lower-middle peasants in this year.

Although the years have passed nearly fifty spring, summer, autumn and winter, but that unforgettable period of knowledge and youth, still unforgettable, still haunting the dream, lingering my heart is still, no matter when and where, always grateful for that year, that month, that day trip.

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