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Childhood Memories (1)

author:xie196204

Autumn came, and the leaves blown down by the autumn wind fell on my head one by one. Suddenly, I remembered my hometown, remembered my childhood; the mountains of my hometown, the water of my hometown, and the pictures of my childhood play flashed in my mind.

I was born in the early 1960s, the country has just experienced three years of natural disasters, the economy is just getting started, the materials are still relatively poor, and there are still many places where the problem of food and clothing has not been solved, and my hometown is no exception. Fortunately, my hometown is a small mountain village called Xiaoshuitou in the south of Hunan (now under the jurisdiction of Renyi Town, Leiyang City, Hunan Province). The village is ancient and beautiful, there is a stone road in front of the village, along the front of the village, in front of the road is a paddy field, when it comes to the harvest season, the rice ears of the paddy field are golden, just like the idyllic scenery of the land of fish and rice. Behind the village is a forest, surrounded by lush greenery, guarding us like a patron saint. The whole landform belongs to the hilly area, the paddy field is less early and more soil, in the early 1960s, the paddy field was planted with one season of rice, and later the paddy field was planted with double-cropping rice. If there were no natural disasters and man-made disasters, our stomachs would basically be full.

My childhood was spent here, my father originally had a unit, and then because of the country's elite army and administration, he returned to the countryside and became an authentic farmer. And my / mother, when I was three years old, got sick and left us forever, talking about my mother's illness, now my heart is very sad, my mother's illness is not a serious disease at all now, she has a general postpartum gynecological disease, but in the era of lack of medical treatment at that time, I could not get good treatment, and I watched my mother die in a scramble, when I was young, I didn't have much memory of my mother, so now I don't even have a vague appearance of my mother, I can't remember it at all, which is also my lifelong pain. (Waiting for follow-up)

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