How deep the generation gap is,
Looking back, the children couldn't believe it
There is a story about a cow asking a fly, "Big brother, how tall is the grass in front of you?" The fly said, "Tall, taller than the thighs." "The cow ran away, and could not find any grass to nibble on." Complaining: "If you don't want to tell the truth, why lie to people?" ”
Flies and cows have their own feelings.
In 1959, when I was 21, I was admitted to a university in the Northwest, and now the children are in their forties or fifties. Whenever I think back to my college days, they doubt its authenticity.
First, the root of the dish
I was in college, and the most profound knowledge I learned and understood the most profoundly, and I had to count the word "hungry". Because from the time of enrollment to graduation, I have never eaten a full meal. The only vegetables there are potatoes and kohlrabi (cabbage). When chefs cut vegetables, they usually cut off the roots of the kohlrabi and throw them away. So kitchen garbage became a treasure trove for students. From the garbage, the root of the kohlrabi was plucked, the hard skin was peeled off, and it was a blue-white core, which was sweet and crunchy to eat, and could comfort the hungry. When I was in class, I was still thinking about kitchen garbage, and I couldn't pick it up when I went late.
Second, is the fish bone delicious?
Our class once went to Qinghai Lake to fish. Although a net can hit thousands of pounds of huangyu, they are dried and transported back to school and stored, because no one can predict when the famine will be. We can divide each meal into two or three pieces of boiled fish in white water. A class of students squatted on the ground to eat together, and there would not be a single fish bone on the ground, and they all chewed and swallowed. Isn't it so hungry that you can eat the fish bones? Strangely enough, not a single person was stuck with a fish thorn.
Later, each squad was assigned a small-caliber rifle, called to go up the mountain to hunt, and finally one day hit a yellow sheep, each person divided a few pieces of yellow lamb, after eating, there was not a bone thrown on the ground, people were extremely hungry, and the bite force was worse than that of dogs eating bones.
Third, my father watched me eat and cried
When I returned home in the summer of 1960, I ate in the collective canteen in the countryside and was hungry. My father, a rural doctor, saw that I was swollen due to hunger, so I got some soybean cakes that had been squeezed with oil from nowhere, cooked wild vegetable bean cake porridge, and wanted to make up for me. My father watched me eat, and I ate four bowls in a row and said, "I can't eat any more." ”
The father asked, "Enough to eat?" ”
I said, "No, it's more than a ration." "At that time, the food supply was rationed.
The father's tears rolled in the eye frame, and the strong father did not want to shed tears in front of the child.
In fact, I know that my parents do not have enough to eat in the countryside.
In fact, now to say this, there is nothing else, just do not forget the hard years, in order to better understand today's life is not easy to come by, more should be cherished.
