Tell me about your hometown. What do you remember most about your childhood? Keep your childhood?

Answered! Let me talk about this topic. This is the subject of a life memoir.

Everyone is born in a different era, has a different hometown environment, and encounters and remembers different facts.

Let me tell you the most memorable story from my childhood!

I was born in August 1933. When I was 3 years old, my hometown of Haicheng County, Liaoning Province, where I was born, suffered from flooding and a beard, and I could not survive. In 1935, my family fled to the home of a distant grandfather of mine in Huaide County, Jilin Province to seek survival. However, because there are no houses and no land, farmers still cannot live. We have three brothers. The eldest brother is in his 20s and can do a lot of work for the landlords. The second brother, who is 17.8 years old, can also work for the landlord. I am 12.3 years old and can only herd pigs for others at home. One pig a year and a dou of grain. My mother is sick all the year round. My father is at home and takes care of my mother. That's it. My mother's illness was not cured either. Finally, due to poverty, I lost my mother in my childhood. That year, I was 7 years old. In my memory, when my mother died, she was placed in a broken cabinet...! I still can't forget it!

One more thing, in 1947, the Communist Party and the Eighth Route Army came to my hometown, and it was liberated! The poor people turned around under the leadership of the Communist Party and Chairman Mao. From then on, my childhood and my hometown became better day by day. In my memory, farmers in the countryside have land and their lives are guaranteed. I went to primary school and went home after school to participate in agricultural production. I remember using a small pickaxe to dig out the seeds, and the grains were high and sharp. When I was young, I accidentally pricked my hand with a chazhi, and the wound left behind can still be seen to this day.

Recalling my childhood stories, there are so many stories about my hometown! The old ox pulls the rake, the donkey pulls the grinder, and the farmers use stone rollers to plow the fields. Life is promising.

Today, my hometown has changed a lot. There is no need for cattle, horses, or donkeys. It is all mechanized farming, harvesting, agricultural production, and scientific management. It used to be that a bunch of corn can only yield 8,000 kilograms, and soybeans can yield 6,000 kilograms. . Nowadays, scientific land cultivation and improved varieties can produce 20,000 kilograms of corn per crop. Life was hard in the past, but now life is rich. Don't worry about eating, don't worry about drinking, live a happy life.

Looking back on my life and my hometown, the changes have been huge, earth-shaking changes. What's the reason?

The fundamental reason is the leadership of the Communist Party. socialist system. The people are the masters of the country. ….

These memories will remain in my memory forever! Today, happiness does not forget the Communist Party! Today, happiness does not forget the socialist system! Today, happiness, never forget the new era, thank the party! Thank you Chairman Mao! Thank you New China!

The Pain of Losing a Pen

In 1970, the two brigades on the east bank of the Zhang River in Yanghe Commune, Yingcheng County, Garden and Gaoli, merged into one brigade, collectively known as the Garden Brigade.

In order to meet the needs of the educational revolution, the brigade cadres organized members to level a large piece of land on the mountain and built two rows of eight adobe houses as a school. All students in grades three to five attended Classes were held at the new school on the mountain, but the first and second grade students were still borrowing private houses from their original brigade to attend classes because they were too young. The duplex class teaching model also ceased to exist.

Although my family belongs to the third team, we form a village with some families in the second team. The school was originally located in a family in the second team, which happened to be in the same village as me, so it was very convenient to go to school. Now that the school has been reorganized, our first and second grade students have been transferred to the fifth team to go to school. There is a road and three ponds in the middle, so the distance is suddenly much farther.

At that time, I was very motivated to go to school, and I went to school early every day. In winter, when I went to school, I couldn't see my fingers, so I often felt scared - afraid of ghosts, afraid of the dark, and especially afraid of dogs. When walking through the village, I always tiptoe for fear of waking up the dogs sleeping next to the straw pile.

But one day a dog was awakened by me. As soon as it saw me, it immediately barked "woof" at me, which immediately attracted three dogs. These dogs formed a force to surround me. , looking at me and barking. In an instant, my soul flew away. I fought and retreated until I retreated to the wall. Using the wall as my support, I held my schoolbag and threw it wildly at the dog.

The dogs may have been frightened by my madness, and they gradually retreated. I took advantage of the momentum and squatted down, making a gesture of picking up bricks. The dog turned around and ran away. I immediately rushed out of the encirclement and ran to school. The dog turned around and came over again. I squatted down again, grabbed a brick, raised it and tried to throw it at the dog, but the dog ran away again. I took the opportunity and rushed to school.

After arriving at school, my heart was still beating wildly. After breathing for a long time, my soul gradually returned to my body. I took out my homework book to catch up on my homework, but when I took out my pen, I couldn't find it. I have turned my schoolbag inside and out many times, but I still can't find my pen, which is almost as important as my life. I guess I lost the pen when I used my schoolbag to throw it at the dog.

My soul was frightened again - a pen at that time was such a luxury and rare item for students! Especially in the first and second grade, there are very few students who can use a pen.

If the news of the lost pen were known to the parents, what a violent beating would result!

I can’t imagine it, and I feel extremely frightened just thinking about it, even more frightened than facing the barking dogs. I can fight back against the dogs’ attacks, but I can only fight back against my father’s violent beatings. For crying out loud.

I decided to hide it from my family and pretend nothing happened.

But the homework has to be done, where is the pen?

First, borrow. After waiting for the classmates to finish their homework, they servilely asked their classmates to borrow them, hurriedly finished their homework and returned the pen to them immediately.

Then pick it up. Pick up the scrap pen tips discarded by others and use them as waste. Some used pen tips have no refill, just like a tree stick. When dipped in ink, the words written are like tree branches.

This continued until the fourth grade. During this period, I was always trembling with fear, for fear that my family would know; during this period, I was criticized, ridiculed, and even made to stand up and my ears were pulled by the teacher countless times - because the assignments in the homework book were of different sizes and uneven thickness, and sometimes there were a lot of ink dripping on them, which made the teacher It was very disturbing to watch, and he refused to change despite repeated admonitions.

But who can I talk to about the pain in my heart? I can only endure it.

One afternoon, my second brother and I were playing at home. My second brother suddenly said that he had to do homework and wanted to borrow my pen.

I was startled, and my face probably turned pale. I instinctively said, "I won't borrow it."

The second brother felt strange and said, "I can borrow the pen." What's the big deal? You're so scared!" I didn't say anything, just turned around and ran out.

When my second brother saw that something was wrong, he followed me out and chased me to the roadside, where he hugged me by the waist.

I couldn't bear it any longer and burst into tears. My face burst into tears in an instant. While crying, I told my second brother about my experiences and feelings in the past two years, and asked my second brother not to tell my father. In rural areas at that time, it was common for fathers to beat their children violently, and children generally had severe fear of their fathers.

But the second brother still told his father.

Unexpectedly, my father not only didn’t beat me, he didn’t even say a word of blame. He even gave me a dollar and asked me to go to the street to buy a pen.

I was overjoyed, took the money and ran to the commune shop, and bought a light gray pen for seventy-two cents. I returned the remaining money to my father.

If I had known this was the case, why would I have to live in such fear for two years?

It’s a pity that my handwriting was so bad that I still can’t hold my head up.

Life is in such a hurry that adulthood is just around the corner.

Once you look back, although the years are not spectacular, the passion is burning.

No matter where you are, no matter how poor or backward your hometown is, that will always be your root.

Three views of the ridge are far away, and four memories are hazy.

Yes, from the crotch to Handan, dozens of miles of wilderness, deep plowing with the loess and back to the sky, with the endless cycle of days, it will eventually be a hard journey, and I am willing to do it. The rush and lingering of three meals a day.

For many people, especially those who come from remote areas, the strong local flavor is deeply rooted in their bones. There is a classic saying: It’s hard to change your local accent.

Whenever people are quiet at night, thousands of houses are dimly lit, looking forward to it, hoping that their hometown will change its backward appearance with the spring breeze of reform. However, times are changing. I went back to my hometown not long ago. Although I haven’t been able to visit him for more than ten years due to work, this time I visited my relatives and I said something I shouldn’t have said: I almost got lost. The earth-shaking changes in my hometown really surprised me! Although I’ve seen it a few times from friends and family’s WeChat videos, the change is truly unbelievable!

At this time, I asked myself in my heart: Why should I go home? Yes, it feels good to be home. It is precisely because of my hometown that I can escape suffering and gain happiness. I happily bowed to the many uncles and uncles who greeted me and became strangers. This etiquette was like this:

What impressed me most was that I had to go to the market with my mother, but my mother refused to let me go. I went

It was the sky in my hometown, blue and blue.

It is the pouring rain after the strong wind, and it is bubbling.

It is the rainbow that stands on the horizon after heavy rain.

Sometimes you can still see the dividing line between a large rain cloud, and you can clearly see that one side of the ground is wet with rain and the other side is dry.

There is also a clear night sky at night, where you can see many constellations and the Milky Way.

On the day of the Leonid meteor shower, it was winter. A few friends made an appointment to go to the campus to watch it at two or three in the middle of the night. As a result, the time forecast was wrong, and only a few sporadic meteors were seen. They were shivering from the cold, but that Everyone had a great time chatting in the evening.

That feeling reminds me of the scene in "Forrest Gump", where Forrest Gump is running in various beautiful scenery.

Hometown is where we start our life journey. When we were young, we were full of curiosity about the world, so the scenes in our hometown will be unforgettable for life. When I grew up and moved to a big city, I felt more pressure and less curious. Everything was done step by step. I would never have the feeling I had in my hometown when I was a child. It was not so much that the place I lived had changed, but that my state of mind had changed.

Pinggou Tian.

In winter, the captain rings the bell for noon.

Arrive at the ditch field. Sitting in the ditch and field, chatting and basking in the sun, chatting and chatting, the sun was setting, and when I turned around to look at the village, smoke was already curling up, and the captain said let's do it, let's do it! It's getting dark! The captain took the lead in pushing the flat shovel with both hands, causing the shovel to slide along the ditch on the ground! We followed suit and thrust the flat shovel forward with both hands. The shovel slid forward smoothly on the ground in the ditch.

Just like this, I slid from one end to the other, and then from that end to this end. It lasted all afternoon! When I walked into the village, people said, "You're so late in the afternoon!"