Essay on Visiting Supply and Marketing Cooperatives

I have loved visiting supply and marketing cooperatives since I was a child. I remember there was a supply and marketing cooperative in the east of the village as long as I can remember. At that time, my mother was in the supply and marketing cooperative, and I loved visiting the supply and marketing cooperative. After graduating from primary school, I saw many kinds of goods in the supply and marketing cooperatives, many of which were necessities for my study. I always like to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy notebooks, pencils, pencil sharpeners, erasers, ballpoint pens and the like, because I like to visit and study in the supply and marketing cooperative. When I was in middle school, I wanted to see the wonderful outside world. At that time, there was really nothing to see, so I went out of the village with my classmates and went to the supply and marketing cooperative. This different trip to the supply and marketing cooperatives left me with a deep memory and a beautiful aftertaste.

When I was a child, I visited the supply and marketing cooperatives and ran away from home. I'm not as tall as the counter, but I'd like to see the shelves in the counter. If I can't see it, I will hold the counter tightly with both hands, with my feet tilted, my head lifted and my neck pulled, and try to move forward and look at what is in the supply and marketing cooperative. It seems that there are countless goods in the counter, which is wonderful. Only by tilting your feet and taking a look can you satisfy the desires and children that have just been provoked. Seeing so many goods around, it seems that what I want is the candy bar in the middle of the counter.

My mother saw me and asked, "What are you doing here?" I said, "I have nothing to do. I want to eat candy. " At that time, every child counted, and everyone loved candy. Mother sometimes takes a penny or two out of her pocket and puts it in a box with money on the counter. Then she took out a candy or two from the counter and handed it to me, saying, "Let's go." I'll take it with sugar. Sometimes when my mother sees me coming, she asks and won't give me candy. I waited outside the counter for a long time, but she didn't give me candy. When I see that there is no hope of waiting any longer, I will walk home listlessly. Sometimes the salesman will pass me a candy or two when he sees me standing outside the counter. My mother saw it and said, "Don't give it to him." But I have closed my hand and ran out of the supply and marketing cooperative compound, and there was a few laughs behind me. Occasionally, I will hear a comment: "What is a child? Children are like this. "

Later, I learned that the candy given to me by the salesman was paid by my mother when I ran home. Salespeople only earn good people. I also know that a piece of candy was a penny at that time, but it was not easy to earn money hard at that time. Sometimes I see my little friend crying and asking his mother for sugar, but his mother just ignores him and finally cries and doesn't buy it. It is not that his mother is cruel, but that she has no money. This incident touched me a lot, and then I seldom went to the supply and marketing cooperatives. Later, when I grew up, I understood why my mother never bought me candy. She wants me to form good habits from an early age. Good habits are hard to form, but I will learn bad habits as soon as I learn them. If you buy candy every time you go to the supply and marketing cooperative, you will feel right after a long time and will naturally breed bad habits. After consideration, I not only don't blame my mother, but respect her more.

After school, I no longer have to worry about the salespeople giving me candy, but by then I had changed salespeople. At that time, I mostly went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy notebooks, pencils, pencil sharpeners, erasers and ballpoint pens. I remember that my favorite things are to buy ballpoint pens and window paper. When I buy a ballpoint pen, I always like to play with it in my hand. I can't put it down. I think how the ballpoint pen is made so exquisitely, the color is so beautiful, and the shape is so beautiful (it was not beautiful at that time). Ballpoint pen still has so many organs. Just like enjoying a handicraft now, I always like to wriggle around. More twisting and turning will damage it. If it is broken, I will buy it at the supply and marketing cooperative. You know, buying a ballpoint pen at that time was only two or three cents, all of which was my parents' hard money!

When I was a child, I loved to buy window paper in the supply and marketing cooperative to order books, not to save money, but to look good, affordable and easy to use. Every time I buy enough paper, my grandmother or mother will help me fold it layer by layer, then cut it layer by layer with a knife and bind it with a binding needle, and everything will be fine. Look at the book I nailed. It's white. It's really good. There are no squares and squares, and writing is free and convenient, although it is not so neat and beautiful. I didn't know what words to praise at that time. Later, I learned that the great man had said what I wanted to say: "A blank sheet of paper is not burdened, so you can write down the latest and most beautiful words and draw the latest and most beautiful pictures." It turns out that great men have such a high opinion of white paper.

In junior high school, the commune teaching reform group organized a unified visit to the cultural exhibition in the area five miles away from the school, which made me feast my eyes. After the exhibition, there will be ten minutes of free activities. I wonder who shouted first. Male and female students rushed to the nearby Beitai Supply and Marketing Cooperative. When they saw a dozen new supply and marketing cooperatives built with red bricks, it was really magnificent. Brand-new glass doors and windows, door and window baffles have just been painted brown. This is novel. Into the supply and marketing cooperatives, spacious and bright. All the goods are clearly classified, neatly arranged and complete. No more surprised than I don't know. The brand-new supply and marketing cooperatives are in sharp contrast to the old supply and marketing cooperatives in the village, and the outside world is splendid. It was an eye-opener to visit the supply and marketing cooperatives outside, and then it was too late.

On sundays or holidays, I like to go to Beitai and Qilihe supply and marketing cooperatives with three or five classmates and ride bicycles. Sometimes buy buy needs to learn something, sometimes it doesn't need to buy anything, just relax and look at the scene. It's so romantic and interesting. This is really a visit to the supply and marketing cooperatives.

Going to high school is different. The reform of the education system has tightened education, so you only have time to visit the supply and marketing cooperatives after school at noon or afternoon. The school is about a mile away from the commune supply and marketing cooperative, and I have nothing to do at noon. I often stroll with my classmates in the supply and marketing cooperatives. At that time, many of my acquaintances visited the supply and marketing cooperatives. The fat aunt who sells steamed buns in Dongtou Hotel of Supply and Marketing Cooperative is my mother's former colleague. Everyone kept laughing, but she didn't laugh or talk, showing her gold teeth when she laughed. Fat aunt is more enthusiastic when she sees me. She always treats me to steamed bread. At first, she wouldn't let me pay. Later, I always paid in full, or occasionally came here to eat steamed buns. Fat aunt always asks me something about my mother when she sees me. It seems that their friendship was extraordinary. I visited the supply and marketing cooperatives and re-established their friendship.

In the middle of the supply and marketing cooperative, there is the daily necessities department. The manager here is a respected elder in the village. He is tall and burly, kind-hearted and has a good voice. He really looks like the "Maitreya Buddha" in my mind. I sometimes see him in the supply and marketing cooperatives. I don't talk much, but I respect him very much.

At the west end of the supply and marketing cooperative is the means of production salesroom, where my uncle (my father's uncle's brother) works as a manager. He doesn't have anything I need to buy, but every time I pass by here, I always go in and say hello to my uncle. I come here to visit the supply and marketing cooperatives as a family. It was the feelings with my uncle that led to a story. One day, when I was in the first year of high school, my aunt and mother hurriedly called me out of the classroom, saying that my uncle had called them. Supply and marketing cooperatives want to recruit contract workers and ask me if I can go. If I go, I'll ask my uncle to tell the secretary and director at once. I was a little discouraged when I heard that I was a contract worker, but it was amazing to stand on the counter of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Since then, I have been to the supply and marketing cooperatives more often. I have carefully studied what the salespeople are doing. What can I do to go to the supply and marketing cooperative? Can you regret it later? But I thought at that time, if my future work is not as good as that of a salesman, I will definitely be a little depressed and regretful.

I remember my father and I visited the supply and marketing cooperatives together. At that time, my father and I came home from the city and passed by the supply and marketing cooperative. My father said to me, "Go and see your uncle." I said, well, I followed my father into the means of production sales department. I saw that the walls of the sales department were covered with slogans, about a dozen large white papers, and some of them were covered with paper. I was curious at that time, why did the supply and marketing cooperatives put up big slogans? He asked his uncle, "Who wrote this? Why are you writing this? " "I write, engage in form (situation), let me write, I have to write." I think my uncle has only a primary school education and his calligraphy is really good. As for what uncle said is form? Or the situation? I still don't know. Form is form, and the necessary form is still there; The situation is the political situation. At that time, it was a critical moment to "counterattack the right wing to reverse the case." There is no way, even small salesrooms have to adapt to the situation. I can't help but admire my uncle more, not just his calligraphy.

My uncle saw that my dad and I were a little sweaty, so he let us sit down at the tuyere at the door of the counter, handed my dad a handful of cigarettes, and then poured me half a cup of hot water and put it in the water tank to cool down. I admired my uncle's wisdom at that time, because I had never seen anyone do this.

My father and my uncle are talking loudly, while I am drinking water and keeping my eyes on the goods in the production workshop. I can't find the Jin Lu bike I want. Bicycles were in short supply at that time, but my uncle bought two for my family. I remember the price was: 152 yuan 40 cents. I was thinking, Uncle Tang doesn't run a bike. How did he buy the bike? At that time, my mind was really tangled, because bicycles were too difficult to buy at that time, even though I worked in a supply and marketing cooperative. My uncle bought it in various stores, and I admire him even more.

Later, Uncle Tang was promoted to director of supply and marketing cooperatives. A servant became a purchasing station manager, a coal yard manager, some succeeded Uncle Tang in the means of production sales department, some in the daily necessities sales department, and some worked as accountants, custodians and drivers in the supply and marketing cooperatives. At that time, there were no fewer than ten people working in the supply and marketing cooperatives. Someone said humorously, "Flat Peach Supply and Marketing Cooperative will soon become Joe's."

My younger brother works as an accountant in the coal yard under the jurisdiction of the supply and marketing cooperative. At that time, going to the supply and marketing cooperative was no longer about shopping, but about finding friends, drinking tea, chatting and eating. In my spare time, I love to go in when I pass by the supply and marketing cooperative. At that time, all the people strolling in the supply and marketing cooperatives were family and friendship.

I remember one day in the new millennium, I rode my motorcycle to my hometown. When I passed the supply and marketing cooperative, I stopped to go in and have a look. At this time, I saw my brother pushing his old motorcycle from the 1980s out of the supply and marketing cooperative, looking depressed and still smelling of alcohol. I wanted to go to the supply and marketing cooperative, but I forgot when I saw my brother like this. My brother didn't invite me, but sadly said to me, "The supply and marketing cooperatives are blind. It's over 200 in January now. What should I do? " I said something to comfort him, but he said nothing but a sigh in his throat: "Alas, alas".

After a while, I heard from my brother that the supply and marketing cooperative declared bankruptcy, and the staff dispersed, and most of them went home. It's a pity to hear that the supply and marketing cooperatives, which used to be booming, closed down overnight. This is the product of planned economy. I can't go to the supply and marketing cooperatives anymore, and I don't even have a chance to sit in the supply and marketing cooperatives. I can't help but feel a little disappointed.

Visiting the supply and marketing cooperatives bears the brand of the times. Today's supermarkets and shops have replaced the supply and marketing cooperatives, but I will never forget the shadow of the supply and marketing cooperatives in the past, and I will never forget the deep feelings and feelings when I visited them. ...