The old house in my hometown

Everyone’s memory of their hometown is engraved in their hearts. On 20200703, I walked back to my hometown, Fushan Saltworks, carrying a camera bag. I was born and raised in Fushan County. I attended Northeast Guanwan Elementary School (grades 1-2). Both of my parents were teachers at this school. When the Cultural Revolution began, I was worried that I would be implicated by my father (as long as the leader was at that time, I was In addition to those in power who took the capitalist road), I transferred to Xiguan Elementary School when I was in the third grade. When I was in the fourth grade, I was influenced by my father (the establishment was overthrown and the whole family was deported back to my hometown) and I returned to my hometown to study in the fourth grade. , the old house Dachengzhan below was used by Fushan Saltworks Joint Middle School at that time. I finished studying in the joint middle school here. I remember that there were two classes in fifth grade, 5.1 and 5.2. I was in class 5.2. It turns out that my third brother was one class earlier than me. At that time, the primary school system was a six-year system. But when I was in school, the education reform changed to a five-year system. By the fifth grade, my third brother and I were classmates in different classes. In the sixth grade, I studied in the classroom on the left side of the old house below. This old house was a house with three rows of glazed tiles, with five windows in a row. It was used as a classroom. Later, I was out of school for half a year due to a stomach ailment I suffered from when I was a child. So I sat in grade one for another year (but I went to school 6.5 years earlier at that time). When I got to grade 7, I studied in class 7.2, which is the front-row classroom in the first row. This old house is a place of study for me. For four years, the east room in the middle row was the teacher's office, and there was a table tennis training room at the back that served as the school's table tennis training room with two wooden tables. I was still a table tennis player at the school. I remember the coach was Mr. Xiao Jingyu (transliteration) who taught us chemistry. Picture of the old site of Dachengzhan

Picture 2 of the main entrance. I remember that the steps were so tall at that time, and there seemed to be two stone lions in front of the door. The wooden door was very heavy, but now I can’t be found no matter how I look. The original appearance in my mind has become much smaller...

Looking in from the gate to the last row

Looking from the east

Looking from the west

Looking from the back, there is a back door and a high step, but I don’t know why it is blocked...

Looking from the west

Looking from the neighboring residents to the west

A sign of dilapidation...

I walked all the way to the road I must pass to go to school

After a vague recollection, I finally found my old house. The old house cannot be seen from the west because it is blocked by the wall of the house.

I met several residents here. During the chat, a lady called out my name. She was my classmate in grade 7. I was really happy and touched, and my eyes were a little moist... After chatting a lot, my memories were filled with memories. Re-inspire some... I'm not surprised that my classmates don't know me, because I have prosopagnosia. I remember that many classmates remembered me at the 40-year reunion of my classmates, but I have no impression at all. I just suffer from prosopagnosia. I'm so surprised...

The west side of the old house has also changed a lot. I remember that it was an eldest man who was five generations away from my family. His house had a big yard and several rooms. But now I see No more, it was cut into what it is now...

To the south of the old house, it turned out to be fields. My home is at the west end of the village. When I go out, there are fields. Not far away are ponds and rice fields. At that time, the salt field The rice here is very famous in Yantai. I remember there was a rice called 'Xiaozhan' (transliteration). Now it is full of buildings...

This is the alley I pass by every day when I go to school. It has not changed since then. It looks like...

This house is my hometown

The innermost doorway of my hometown now belongs to someone else...

The old house The east side of the mountain in the back is still the same

The two houses were originally connected together. They were both the grandchildren of the same grandfather. When they were separated, three beams were given to the east side. , everything was fine before. Since my father had been working outside, an uncle from the family lived in the house. During the Cultural Revolution, he was deported to his hometown and his salary was stopped. My father’s salary was only 5 yuan a month for living expenses, and he went home to live on his own. It’s natural to own a house, but I didn’t expect to meet such a person from my family. I lived in it for so many years without paying a penny and finally let him dump it out and made me angry. It really proves that it’s hard to be a good person. You can do it. After doing 99 good deeds, he failed to do even one and ended up becoming a sinner... This kind of thing happened to my father. He had been out in the revolution for many years. Before liberation, he went to work underground with his head high. After liberation, he also worked diligently for the party. , because we were treated wrongly, we ended up being insulted... Fortunately, after we came back, the people in our hometown were very nice. The production team in the village also opened warehouses to provide food during the food distribution season. If we didn't have money, we would buy it on credit. Neighbors also lent us 20 kilograms of cornmeal and 30 kilograms of white flour. There are still many good people in this world, and there are many touching and good things that I won’t mention one by one. I will keep them in my heart and pass them on...

The back passage of the old house , there were several Zanthoxylum bungeanum trees at that time, as well as a very old toon tree, and Guizijiang in the back passage...

The Zanthoxylum bungeanum tree is gone, but the westernmost toon tree is still there...

Every day when you go to school, you must pass through Delu...

The only way to go home after school...

This was the old site of the village's supply and marketing cooperative at that time. When I was a child, I used to buy soy sauce for my father and my mother. There was an old well opposite it. It is gone now, but I still vaguely remember that this road still has the mark of my childhood...