Memories after 8090 ~ life in the factory workers' compound.

As a post-80s generation, I always wanted to write about my childhood life in the factory yard, growing up slowly in those years with temperature and stories. Now they are also people with children. Looking at children's childhood life now, sometimes I feel sorry for them. What they are playing now is what we played as children, and many things we played as children have never seen before. Often, after many children come home, they pick up their mobile phones and start to brush Tik Tok and watch IPAD, alas! There is nothing to see. Let me show you what I played when I was a kid.

Let me introduce the family environment first. My father joined the army and worked as an educated youth. After his recovery, he worked in the first local flour mill. My mother is one of the few beauties in this city. When the film "Two Little Eight Roads" was filmed locally, three girls were selected from all the students in the city to perform (it should be called audition now). My mother is one of them. Interested friends can find a movie in which. As for her, after finishing her studies, she took my grandmother's class, went to work in the local fur factory, and planted flowers properly in the cutting workshop. Their love story will be discussed later. To put it simply, I was born and raised in a worker's family.

Let's talk about our factory compound again. It should be said that this is the first batch of dormitory buildings built in this city more than 30 years ago. According to the current situation, it is very, very arranged to live in such a community, because most people still lived in old brick houses at that time. Let's start with the composition of the compound. Two four-unit family buildings (one with four floors and one with five floors) also have separate storage rooms on the first floor. A five-story family building with a storage room; Several small bungalows (no specific statistics, distributed in two regions); A boiler room in the family building of the factory (the compound has its own boiler room, think about it); Two relatively independent courtyards and two gates. Less than five minutes' walk is the famous primary school in the city, and the playground of the primary school is next to the whole compound. Such a community, more than 30 years ago, may be the high-end school district in every third-tier city now.

Since it's a memory, let me think about it. At what age should I start writing? I hope I don't wait until I am old, or my mother is old. These memories are dusty in the years. I still hope that more people will know a story about the post-85 s, which is to be continued when I was a child. . . . . .