When I go back to my hometown during the winter vacation, I touch the scene, see things and think about people, and the middle-aged and elderly people love to reminisce, after all, they are about to retire and their stage is about to come to an end. Send the old man away and place his children well, and his main mission will be completed.
Young people like to sing the praises of great leaders, the night is not closed, the road is not forgotten... I'm noncommittal. For the sixties and seventies in which I lived, the most authentic experience is true. Due to their different origins and experiences, each family has its own life history and is different.
My family and my neighbors are not one family, and their lives are far better than mine. There is no way, my father and mother have been orphaned since childhood, and they have been wandering outside for many years, without the help of their grandparents, grandparents, and grandparents, and they are purely "self-made". If you eat the last meal but don't have the next meal, you don't have anything to do at home, and you don't need to "close your door" at all.
The neighbor's house has a decent wooden door and iron lock, and my house is to open a gap in the wheat straw mud wall, arrange forks according to the sour jujube trees, and insert a chicken bone on the door crane at most.
The neighbor also bought a glass oil lamp with a handle, and we just took a look in the middle of the lid of the tin paint box and put on the wick. In fact, my father also tried his best, and bought "safety lamps, oilcloth umbrellas, goggles, spike shoes" and other items.
There are more things to make by yourself or find someone to do: wattle and elm branches woven flower floors, frames, cement plastered water tanks, grain tanks, self-made vulture beds, benches, chairs, double grates, futons, straw curtains, etc. I also participated in pulling stones, beating billets, building houses with water billets, building kangs, building chicken coops, pigsties, and shadow walls...
When I was a teenager, I didn't go hungry, I had enough time to get in touch with nature, and I was able to name most hogweeds. On rainy days, lift a piece of plastic sheeting, or press a cloth bag or woven bag into a corner to act as a rain hat to keep out the rain.
Go to the field to stir up some catkins, acacia flowers, elm money, etc., so that my mother can steam "bitterly tired"; carry a basket to pick up some wild mountain leek flower soup, which is full of fragrance; go to the Lushui River to touch fish and catch shrimp with fishing nets or self-woven "chop nets" to add some nutrients to the vegetarian stomach.
Of course, the "buffalo" on a rainy day, the "local worm" in the soil, and the "oil mirror" that flew into the house were all caught and beaten as "tooth sacrifices". We also picked "gourd", "duck onion", "sweet grass root", "house garlic" and other mountain delicacies into the meal...
Life was hard back then, but it was fun to watch at that time. You can even pick some "Shiba vine" (madder), chicken grass (Yuanzhi), Zhimu, Xiangfu, Huai rice, Zhiliao skin (cicada molt), dustworms, scorpions and other medicinal materials or scrap copper and rotten iron to sell for one or two yuan, and you don't have to worry about pencils and white vegetarians for school.
You had a similar childhood to me, right?
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