Poverty is a memory engraved in the bones!
Right now? It doesn't exist, that's the last century.
At that time, there were no shoes to wear, or there were also protruding heels with front open toes. If you are not careful when walking, your big toe will be bumped, which is the kind of drill pain, and you have to crouch on the ground to cover it for half a day! Broken skin bleeding, too normal, and with raw soil pressed to stop the bleeding. I remember playing with the boy next door, being pushed down from the mound, knocking off a tooth, swollen mouth, and being stunned that I didn't dare to show my face after lying in bed for a day - afraid of Daddy's beating!
There are many brothers and sisters, new clothes are just a kind of New Year's extravagance, that is, back and forth patches back and forth, the big one wears the old man, the small one wears the adult, the cycle repeats until it can no longer be repaired, the elbow is exposed to the knee and the buttocks are exposed, which is commonplace!
Eating, dried sweet potatoes can fill the belly is happiness, white-noodle pancakes, steamed buns are also luxuries, just to entertain guests. A stir-fried meat is fragrant, and it is a festival to smell the fragrance. I remember the Mid-Autumn Festival home fried a sick and dead old hen, that chicken bones, a few small partners back and forth smacking endlessly, that is called one, hungry!
A family can have a big golden deer bicycle even if it is well-off, this car is also called a horn handle, the brake reversing wheel can be. The seats are too high, children learning to ride bicycles are going to ride on the beams of the bicycle, the stomach grooves that are called one, pain!
In the summer, it is better to say that the sand pond in front of the door of the house flutters and washes away the mud on the body. In winter, the greatest pleasure is to catch lice in the gaps in the clothes, the greatest enjoyment, that is, to go to the commune bathhouse once in the New Year - although the floating in the pool is all ash, and the wandering is all bad smell...
Often take these and his son to reminisce bittersweetly, let him feel that a happy life is not easy to come by, in order to work hard! The son always has a mouth: the age is different, I can't think about it at that time, and now a good life must be enjoyed!
Sure enough, it was this time and another time! When ragged clothes become fashionable, eating chaff vegetables becomes health, I really don't know this is, progress yeah degenerate yeah...
