Educated Youth and Laofeng: There are some things that I dare not recall, and it breaks my heart to recall them.

There are two painful things in this world: farewell in life and farewell in death.

Now, I have reached the age of seventy. As the saying goes, people become seventy years old. This shows how difficult it is for me to live. When my parents left me, I felt extremely painful, but with the comfort of my wife and his shoulder to lean on, I could alleviate some of the pain. However, when my wife said to me: "Take care, I'll leave first." and then passed away, I was completely confused, felt empty in my heart, and didn't know what to do.

Please don’t doubt it. I admit frankly that I am living in a hole where I don’t know why, and I am living in a vivid memory. Perhaps, it is precisely because of those memories that will never fade or rust that I have such great faith to live in this world and hope to shine some light to illuminate the path of others.

As an educated youth, what can I miss? Aren’t they just those stories about youth about going to the countryside to jump in line? Really, it seems that there are only those, because compared to others, it has taken up most of my life. My relatives and my lover seem not to be so profound in comparison. I miss every detail of that time and the people at that time, especially Aunt Yan who took great care of me.

I remember that when I first arrived in Hujia Village, I was only seventeen years old. I was young and young. Everything in the countryside was full of vitality and the air was fresh. I felt that the countryside was really nice. However, when I actually participated in production work with the commune members, I realized that the attractive green color in the crop fields was watered with sweat. In the eyes of farmers, it is not called scenery, but good growth. Aunt Yan was the most considerate and said to me: "Xiao Feng, this is what the countryside is like, just get used to it."

At that time, I didn't understand what Aunt Yan meant and what a habit was. Could it be that the handle of a hoe gets blistered because you are used to holding it? Is it because you are used to having back pain? But this is so hard to get used to!

Spring is here. Facing the watery rice fields, although there are so many members, I am still afraid. I am afraid of the leeches hiding in the fields, I am afraid of bending down for too long and I will be tired, and I am even more afraid of not being able to catch up. Others lose face. Aunt Yan was really good at observing faces, as if she could read my thoughts, and said to me: "Come one by one in order, don't be afraid, just follow me." I nodded, but I was thinking, how can I follow when planting rice seedlings? I can fuck her, she fucks me much faster than I can.

When the rice planting started, the members were talking and laughing. They didn’t take the rice planting seriously at all and were not nervous at all. Maybe they thought it was impossible to catch up with us educated youths from the city and to be ranked at the bottom.

Each person inserts one row, each row has seven stems, and I cannot insert one less stem than others. Aunt Yan was the first to get out of the field and said softly to me: "Come down and follow me." A novice like me should consciously line up at the back so as not to affect the progress of others, but Aunt Yan said this, so I had to hold on. The scalp went to the field.

Everyone present was astonished. I don’t know where I got the courage to get ahead of me, and I followed closely into the field, threatening to make a fool of myself.

Insert one vine and pestle your head once. To insert seven vines, you need to pestle your head seven times, then swing your waist and start all over again. After repeating it several times, I felt like my head was spinning and my waist felt a little uncomfortable. It was impossible for me to straighten up and take a breath, because the people behind me were following closely, and they caught up with me as soon as I relaxed. In order not to be caught up by them, I was dazzled, speeding up my hands and feet to insert them randomly. The inserted seedlings were staggered and uneven, and some even floated.

"Xiao Feng, insert it better. It won't float well. The captain will tell me when he sees it." The member behind me reminded me.

If I inserted each penis firmly and neatly, they would have caught up with me and forced me to give up my position. That would be really shameful. Every member of the club is my master. I have to listen to their words and respond with a heavy breath: "Okay, okay."

Aunt Yan also whispered to me: "Put it in" "Don't let the rice seedlings drift." As she said that, she inserted two stems for me.

Now, Aunt Yan takes the lead and inserts nine strawberries, and I insert five strawberries. It's really much easier to insert two less penises in one row. It's not that easy for the people behind me to catch up with me, but it's hard for Aunt Yan. Her head was pounding like a chicken pecking at rice, as if her waist was made of iron, and she didn't even know she was tired. She reminded me while thrusting: "Hurry up, follow me.

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Thanks to Aunt Yan’s secret help, I was never forced to give up my position by the people behind me. After planting a field, the members all gave me a thumbs up, saying that although I could plant the seedlings well, It's not very neat, but it's fast enough. They don't know how I can outperform everyone. It's Aunt Yan who helped me. Look at Aunt Yan, with her hands on her waist, she's so tired that she can't even walk. .

Through the rice transplanting incident, I learned that Aunt Yan was very kind-hearted. She didn’t want me to be laughed at. She wanted me to integrate into the vast world of the countryside as soon as possible. Later, I didn’t need her to remind me. I followed her to do farm work. She taught me how to do farm work and helped me keep up with the progress.

I was really touched by her not only in farm work, but also in daily life. She also cares about me and takes care of me meticulously.

The straw hats worn by rural people are all knitted from wheat straw. The straw hats woven by Aunt Yan are the best in the village. The straw hats I wear when I go to work are given by her. The one given to me turns black when it rains. As soon as my straw hat turns black, she will replace it with a new one for me, while she always wears an old straw hat. Whenever there is good food at home, Aunt Yan will invite me to eat at her house. I don’t know how many times I have been there. At that time, every family’s rice would be mixed with sweet potato fragments or wheat, mainly because of the shortage of rice. During dinner at Aunt Yan’s house, she ate rice mixed with sweet potatoes and wheat, and asked me to eat pure rice. I will remember that day all my life. I innocently asked Aunt Yan: “Auntie, everyone in the village. You are the best to me. Why are you so nice to me? Hee hee..."

"Let's live together. "She said with a smile.

Xiangsheng, the local people mean to be in love. Aunt Yan said that she and I are destined. Yes, we would never have met each other in our lives if we had not gone to the countryside to join the queue. This is our fate. I really have to cherish it.

If it’s not Aunt Yan, I don’t know how I can survive in the countryside. I always think about how I can repay her when I go back to the city to visit relatives. She liked the towel and a pair of rain boots very much and said a lot of thanks. But it was not enough to express my inner gratitude to her. She gave me so much in that particular era. The warmth and motherly love will never be forgotten in my life.

After several years of labor and training, I gradually got used to rural life. My face was tanned, my palms were calloused, and I couldn’t drink raw water. I had a stomachache.

When I returned to the city, I suddenly felt a little attached to the countryside and couldn't bear to leave. When Aunt Yan came to see me off, I burst into tears and couldn't say a word of gratitude.

"It's better to go to the city than to be in the countryside, Xiaofeng, why are you still crying? She wiped away my tears with her hands and said, "Go ahead and come back to see my aunt when you have time." "

"Well..." I held her hand and said, "Auntie, you are so good to me, I really can't let you go. If anything happens, come to me in the city and I will try my best to help you. "

"Okay, I will come to the city to find you then, carry a bag of sweet potatoes, and catch a chicken for you to eat. Hey, I wish you a safe journey! "She stroked my head and said with a smile.

After returning to the city, I was not relaxed and had to face many things. However, I always thought of Aunt Yan in my heart, especially at night, I still felt I am still in the countryside, and it seems that Aunt Yan will call me affectionately from the window at any time: "Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng..."

Unconsciously, a few years have passed, and I have wanted to visit the countryside many times. Aunt Yan, but I just didn’t make it. I said to myself: “I will go next year, I will definitely go next year! "As a result, it was delayed year by year, and it was not until the fifth year that I boarded the green train to visit Aunt Yan, whom I had not seen for many years.

I sat on the train for more than ten hours, and then left. After almost an hour of loess road, we arrived at the entrance of the village. Everything was so familiar. The mottled adobe walls, the date trees we climbed, the shrubs on the roadside, and the wind blowing on our faces were still the same. Auntie, I am very excited. I think I will cry when I see her, and she will shed tears when she sees me.

However, what I did not expect was that I did not see Aunt Yan. She passed away forever due to uremia last year...

Hearing that Aunt Yan passed away News, at that moment, I felt dizzy, my feet were weak, I couldn't walk, and I couldn't cry even if I wanted to. What I said in my heart was: "This is impossible, impossible, please don't lie to me, please!"

Someone accompanied me to Aunt Yan’s grave, but I still didn’t cry. I didn’t believe that Aunt Yan had passed away, because I told her that she would come to the city to find me if something happened. It was impossible for her to be sick. She promised me not to come to me.

"Aunt Yan always talked about you when she was sick. We persuaded her to go to the city to find you, but she refused, saying she was afraid of bothering you..." Someone said to me next to me, and I listened to what was said next. It was gone. I was completely dazed and unconscious. I finally burst into tears...

Dear Aunt Yan, you are someone I will miss forever. No matter where I go, I will never forget you. You obviously want to see me for the last time, why don't you come here? I? Are you afraid that I will be sad? I am very sad now and will always be sad for the rest of my life. I should not have delayed seeing you until now. This is my fault!

I can’t write anymore, tears blur my eyes...

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