The stars are shining tonight

Tonight the stars are shining, the wind brings a lot of chills, the bright moon does not know where to hide, here is only the night, the starlight, the cool breeze and a troubled heart.

How boring! Take the notebook do not know what to remember, to write about this labor: January 5th, I came with my classmates to the newly built Sanshui Plant, at that time my heart was full of novelty, although the leader scolded us, but our emotions are still very high, the leader always took some trivial things to us, we don't care, you argue with you, I do mine, the sun is warm, the same is very soft, under this warm sun, the students have said and laughed, sang, and danced. A couple of mischievous boys are negotiating with each other about the cramp dance, and the playful words are constant, over there: Hey, man, come to ash! This side responded, so he threw a large basket of goose warm stones over. "Alas, Li Meiyu, you don't look like a hooligan..." The earthy yellow crumpled trench coat was wearing a black leather coat underneath, and a hand-knitted bib with a big red circle around his neck, he really looked like an immodest boy, in fact, he was very good, warm-hearted, and very energetic, and there was a small brush in the old boots filled with yellow mud, and the labor gap was taken out from time to time to brush his jeans stained with yellow mud. While brushing, he said with a thick nasal voice: Guys, this is a stone basket of jeans, you have to keep brushing, jeans are this way of wearing. It caused the students to laugh for a while, how happy! ... But then the terrible snow made us miserable, first the rain, soaked the yellow mud under our feet, at that time everyone hoped from the heart for a few more days, so that we could hide in the newly built workshop to rest, but then the snow began to fall, a derivative disappeared, everywhere was the sound of sighing, stomping, cursing, because we were working in the open air, the goose warm stones piled in front of the filter were picked up and transported to the workers who were laying the bottom of the filter in the filter. My face was frozen up, my hands were also red dots, some people lost ski shirts, some people lost flower umbrellas, stones froze, still let us each pick up 20 baskets of goose warm stones a day, cold, tired, hands soaked in ice water, crotch pedals are very sour, I look forward to the sun, look forward to the sky, but the sky is even cloudy for half a month, a piece of loess, a piece of mud, the wild wind does not stop whistling around, the leader constantly reprimands, I grit my teeth to encourage myself: through this difficult period, in fact, is not this? I consoled myself that I could bear no matter how bitter it was. The sky was finally clear, and I was so happy when the sun appeared in front of us! The students were also cheering... profound! Long gone, every day wearing clean clothes and pants, shoes to come, always go back to bring a yellow mud, a tired body ... Today at 4 p.m., we met to announce the end of labor, and everyone was in shifts, how exciting, we went from students to workers after labor training.

The above is a diary I remember on February 7, 1987, when I was 21 years old. I just graduated from a technical school and went to work at a water plant. This diary chronicles a moment of our green years. Recorded my memories of a good life in the past. At that time, there was no cement road in the factory area, and there was mud everywhere on rainy days; there was no wall, and at night, the big dogs of the peasants' families at the foot of the mountain would wander around the factory like a forest, and they should be careful to take water samples at night... Think about the cobblestones in the tap water filter that we produce every day, can you not be proud and happy that we pick and send them to the filter? Look at the tall walls, the clean cement pavement of the factory area, and the clear tap water, every bit of it is worth our pride, because there is sweat we have shed. In fact, every worker is doing something worthy of their pride and happiness? Because society needs workers, everyone needs workers, and only labor can make the world a better and better place. Laborers are the most glorious! Labor Day is coming, dedicate this article to the most glorious laborers, and may the most glorious laborers illuminate the sky like stars.