Childhood life after 70: Memories are slightly bitter, but also full of sweetness.

When I was very young, with the transfer of my father's work, I came to Jingmen, a small mountain city. My father's factory has just started, and there are construction sites everywhere. At that time, there was no mechanized working equipment, and all the work was slowly built by construction workers side by side. I was only six years old that year, and my memory is still vague.

Childhood: Rolling Circle Game

Image of small towns

The first time I thought of this small town, I followed my mother to Longquan Park. At that time, the park was still very small, just between a hospital and Longquan Middle School, separated by a small door, with flowers and grass, and then there were many bonsai.

There are many goldfish in a pond. The first time I saw such a beautiful little goldfish, I was very tempted. I remember the second time I went, I walked a long way just to buy these little goldfish. Along the road, you can see the undulating Shan Lan on both sides of the road, and the whole town is hidden in the mountains. The winding roads and low houses depict the traces of time.

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move

What impressed me the most was the move, when the factory was in the back countryside and rented a large area of land for farming. The slogan on the wall suddenly announced the purpose: to learn from agriculture and industry.

At that time, the road from the factory to the farm was not completely repaired. The road is full of big stones, and occasionally some places are covered with gravel for cyclists to barely pass.

It was a rainy night and it was dark. I can hardly see anything, and there are no street lamps on the road. Father put on his raincoat and put his sister on the handlebar of his bike. I hid in my father's raincoat and grabbed the back seat of my father's bike with both hands. I'm wearing shorts and sandals, and I'm walking on the stone road with one foot deep and one foot shallow. By the lightning, I saw my father hunched over and pushing his bike forward. There was a thunder, and I felt a little scared. I bit my lip and walked silently.

Childhood: On the way to school.

When I arrived at my new home, I looked at my legs, and I didn't know when I scraped my skin on the stone. But seeing the beautiful new home, everyone soon forgot the unhappiness when they were on the road.

The wall is white and painted with quicklime. The room is very big, and the light bulb shines on the wall, giving off dazzling light. We children saw this brand-new home for the first time and danced happily in the room. Adults are busy making beds and settling down. I don't know when I felt tired and fell asleep.

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Summer vacation task

My father always works hard every day. As soon as he got off work, he went out to open up wasteland with a hoe and sometimes came back very late. My mother is cooking at home, and the dishes are ready. My mother never let us eat. Sometimes I run to the table, grab a small fish, put it in my mouth and laugh. My mother saw her raise her hand to hit me, and I ran away with a smile. I also know that my mother won't really hit me. My mother said I couldn't have dinner until my father came back.

Because it was summer vacation, my father assigned tasks to our three children. Every child has to peel a plate of peanuts and beat a basket of pig grass after finishing his summer homework. We all like to play with pig grass, because we can go out with baskets in droves.

Father handed in the task and went to work. I rubbed my sleepy eyes, sat at the door and stared at groups of people wearing straw hats and riding bicycles, and hurried to work. Sometimes some adults will laugh and shout out my nickname and touch my head. Watching the people who go to work drift away, I seem to see the light of freedom.

Happy childhood life

match

The most exciting game in childhood is a small pistol made of iron wire, tied with epithelial tendons, and then rolled into a one-centimeter-long paper bullet, put it on the iron wire pistol, gently pulled the mechanism with your fingers, and the paper bullet was shot out.

We often split into two teams and shoot at each other. Older children always form teams automatically, but few of them run very fast, and then they always hide in the chicken coop without lights. Many of our children are hiding outside the house, so we need to observe the situation inside the house through the cracks in the red bricks, and then shoot at random inside the house.

Sometimes you get shot in the face before you get close. Burning pain, so painful that even tears will flow out, afraid of being laughed at by friends. Then, holding back my tears, I turned and sneaked home and never came out.

My best friend is a child from Henan. We all call him Xiaosanzi. He is very clever. Every time he beat the mud into pieces, he rolled it into a small cylinder, put a candle on it and put a lid on the beer bottle. This is a pot. Then put two peanuts in the pot and sprinkle a handful of brown sugar. Light a candle and watch the brown sugar slowly melt into syrup, and then wrap it with peanuts. The water in peanuts will turn into white smoke, which will slowly rise through the syrup and disappear into the air forever. Then we wait for the sugar to cool down, and the peanuts become crisp and taste sweet and fragrant. This sweetness is unforgettable, and I feel the simplicity and beauty of my childhood.

Colorful childhood

Childhood life in my memory, where the air is full of tranquility, where the lake is still clear and the snow-white sunshine shines on the earth. There are countless secrets hidden in the Woods next to my house, waiting for us to explore. This is my happy childhood.