Childhood is a distant past for me, but the memories are happy and warm.
My childhood was spent in the small town of Changdaikou on the Jianghan Plain, where the 318 National Highway passes through the town, and the ancestral house is located on the side of the national highway, quiet and peaceful. In the early 1970s, National Highway 318 was still a gravel road, and there were very few cars driving on it, most of which were walking tractors, slow and trembling, like an elderly grandfather. I remember that the greatest pleasure on the way to school was to pick up this tractor to show the bravery of the boy, which left an indelible mark on the knee.
National Highway 318 is beautiful
At that time, the popular learning to sing revolutionary model drama, I was the main small actor of the school, probably I looked pleasing, there were two big dimples on my cheeks, in line with the positive character image, the teacher arranged for me to play Li Yuhe in "Red Lantern". At that time, it was the time to open the school, and there were not many classes, and every three or five years, they toured the neighborhood, just like the stars now. It was the proudest thing I was in my childhood, and the jump and the test score were eclipsed by comparison.
Red light at Mount Kazila on National Highway 318
The happiest thing in elementary school is work-study, that is, to go to the field to pick wheat, rice ears, cotton picking and other labor exercises, in addition to not having to go to school, you can let go of the mood, there is a little bit of labor income. For children, such activities are freed by nature, which is stronger than the exhaustion of the classroom all day.
On the asphalt, the tractor is no longer visible
The most exciting thing in childhood was to help the teacher deliver chicken feather letters. It was a time when communication was basically roaring, and letters were the main tool for people's daily contact. At that time, there was a children's movie "Chicken Feather Letter", which told the heroic story of the children's regiment leader who sent intelligence to the Eighth Route Army. One day the teacher came to a few of our boys and asked us to send a chicken feather letter to another school more than a dozen miles away, and our blood boiled as soon as we heard about it. The next day, a few of us boys set off with chicken feather letters. We walked along National Highway 318, playing and jumping all the way to our destination, handed the chicken feather letter to the principal of the school, and after some encouragement and lunch, we returned to our school and successfully completed the task. The fly in the ointment is that the imaginary movie storyline didn't happen at all.
National Highway 318 folds many mountain grabens
It is said that the lucky are healed by childhood all their lives, and the unfortunate are cured of childhood all their lives. Thanks to the Creator, my childhood was filled with joy and laughter, and I was lucky.
Today is International Children's Day, what are your different experiences in childhood? Welcome to share.
June 1, 2019 in Wuhan