Dream back to childhood through time and space

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

This well-known poem "Village Residence" seems to be a portrayal of our children's life. Looking around the beautiful living environment, carefree, innocent primary school life has always been a time we miss. ?

Siwangzhang Mining Bureau was built in the late 1960s and was once the largest coal mine in Guangdong Province. In the prosperous period of coal production, the overall situation of Siwangzhang, together with the neighboring provincial mine construction companies, has reached more than 30 thousand employees. Around the word "coal", miners have various living facilities. After 30 years of large-scale mining, resources are exhausted and cities are abandoned. 1996 declared bankruptcy. Because of the "August 7" flooding accident in Daxing Coal Mine in 2005, coal production stopped in all directions, the mine was closed, people and their families left, and people left the mining area where they struggled to live.

? Siwangzhang headquarters is located on the gentle slope of the southeast foothills, where there are many trees and the air is fresh. From the architectural layout, we attach great importance to the construction of "cultural" positions here. A standard football field and a basketball court with lights were built in the widest place. On the east side of the stadium is the audience, where workers gather to watch movies and performances at night. On the west side of the stadium are primary schools, middle schools and vocational schools in the mining area. Dozens of 3-to 4-story staff houses are surrounded by a "cultural zone" built on the mountain. The building is opposite to the building, and nearly 10 thousand residents living here are quietly connected together, shoulder to shoulder in the curved mountains. Half a century has passed in a blink of an eye.

In early spring and February, it's the time of reunion. We just had a reunion dinner with our family and relatives, and the warmth is still there. Finally, on the third day of New Year's Eve, I waited for the long-awaited "Looking at the First Session of the Ninth Bureau" class reunion. ?

At nine o'clock in the morning, our family of four had already set off for Xingning. It was very kind to drive to a once familiar place for the first time. We passed through many tunnels and met with a short traffic jam. After driving for more than three hours, we finally came to this familiar hot land. ?

? In the late 1980s, when we were studying here, there was vitality everywhere. Residents live a quiet and orderly life, everything is so peaceful, and work, study and entertainment are so active. I remember that at noon, my classmates often invited some good friends to rest, fight and even climb trees on the lawn on the hillside. How many happy voices we left on the lawn and in the Woods. Many students live near the school. After school in the afternoon, they occasionally go to their classmates' homes and walk around each other, which can greatly enhance the feelings between classmates. I still remember two or three classmates' homes I often went to, and the warm time was memorable. ?

? It is very kind to set foot on this hot land and see the familiar grass and trees. Although the playground and buildings have been "unrecognizable", looking at the overgrown playground, there are still people in the empty commercial and residential buildings, and the teaching buildings are already dilapidated. Under the blue sky, there is a scene of decline, and the whole mining bureau has been ruined. It looks like an old sow with too many babies, panting on the ground, losing her pride and leaving an ugly body, which makes people very sad after seeing it. I know that there are often people reciting texts loudly in the classroom here, students running on the playground and strong bodies, as well as all kinds of exciting competitions. When my thoughts were still in the past, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and I suddenly saw a familiar face. Everyone chattered and broke the peace here. Everyone had a lively conversation in groups of three or five, asking each other about their work, talking about the changes since then, and talking about all aspects of the topic. Time flies, we have been apart for 28 years, and we have all changed our appearance, sighing that times have changed and things have changed. We are both fathers and mothers. We held hands with each other, climbed stairs side by side, and visited familiar campuses and classrooms, as if we were back to childhood, talking about who sat with whom and who had stories with whom; Said that our math, physical education and biology teachers had lectured us; Talk about the severity of the teacher's teaching at that time, etc., but I can't remember a lot. Through the collection, we can see the photos of a spring outing together, the faces of our ignorant children, and the elementary school graduation guest book collected by our classmates. .........................................................................................................................................

The highlight of this party is that the organizers invited back many teachers we used to teach. The old teachers are over 80 years old, and they feel the changes with us. The students shook hands with the teacher one by one and brought a red scarf to the teacher to show our respect. We visited the school and classroom together and took a group photo here happily. Then we were reluctant to part and looked around. For dinner, we arranged in the scenic Xihewan Scenic Area. The students asked each other questions and asked about each other, and Lala was at home, which made us feel particularly warm. During the dinner, we toasted each other, played interactive games and sometimes made everyone laugh. The collection time is always short. Finally, under the humorous command of Mr. Shen, everyone sang "When We Walk by the Teacher's Window" together, hoping to remember the teacher's kindness, childlike innocence and carefree life. I hope the flower of friendship will bloom between you and me forever. And how to make the "Four Hope Homes" glow again with hope, with dreams, let's chase together and be dream catchers together.

? No matter where we are, the teacher's words have been echoing in our ears: "Even if the school is shabby, that is where we lived, that is our root, that is where we love."