There are so many things worth remembering.

In spring, the shouts of oxen bowing in the fields and the farmers who control them;

In the vegetable garden of the production team, the donkey pulling the waterwheel in circles to draw water and water vegetables;

The figure of the people's commune members who stooped and mowed the grass in the scorching sun, as well as the laughter that was interrupted and playful during the break.

There are also our eleven or twelve-year-old children who mow the grass, collect firewood and throw mud, fish for birds, shoot slingshots, listen to loud-mouthed on the summer night threshing floor and wear open-backed pants ...

In retrospect, these scenes are in front of us, vivid and lingering!

Although the material life in the countryside at that time was very hard, it left us more joy than sadness. After all, it was at a carefree and unrestrained age. As for the ups and downs of life, only parents have a personal experience.

There are many things worth remembering, but none of our generation wants their children and grandchildren to go there again. After all, the society is developing, the times are advancing, and the ideal things are moving towards us step by step with the needed society!

When I think of living in the countryside as a child, many pictures will emerge in my mind! Apart from some childlike fun, I still vaguely remember that at the end of the year, the production team would slaughter useless old cows and everyone would wait around the fire to share the cooked beef. Sometimes, when everyone is in a good mood, they will set up a simple stage and invite folk artists who play fish drums to sing a few songs. In my hometown, it is rare for local dramas to go to the countryside. I have only seen it once. It is a performance given by the troupe to celebrate the birthday of its members' fathers. It seems that the play is the story of the White Snake. The first time I watched a stage play at close range in my life, I finished it with my chin on the side of the stage. Compared with all kinds of anecdotes in rural areas when I was a child, I miss the kind and simple folk customs among rural neighbors more. I remember my cousin's sister-in-law once told me that if I didn't go to his house a few times a day when I was a child, it wouldn't be dark that day. But now, in the face of people who used to be so familiar, that kind of cordial distance has stayed in that era! Times can't change, perhaps, only people's hearts can change. .

In the countryside in the north, if you think about it, you will be drunk.

I judge with my picky tongue,

The fresh edamame and peanuts,

Every grain is real,

And the sweetness of popcorn,

How hard it is to find in this troubled dust!

In the lush years,

Our playful little toys.

And, and,

A pure village girl,

Shy and charming,

Makes me feel that I should write a love song every day.

Just like going back to the time of first love.

Old house, memories

There are so many things that people miss in the countryside. After living in the countryside for more than 200 years, many things can't be forgotten! Native rural people face their hometown, which is the place where they are born and raised, which is our root and the place we will remember all our lives. No matter where we go, the yearning is always so strong!

In the spring, the busy figure in the rice field, under a piece of green, people bow and work hard! The big buffalo tied with a plow and rake is also our childhood companion. Three or two partners lead the cows to play in the fields. These are all memories of a beautiful childhood, and they are all nostalgic youth!

Maybe even though you didn't have as many toys as children in the city in your childhood, you have a group of children who grew up, and many people don't understand the feelings of growing up. That is, you will never have friends in society. They don't care about your birth or your power and wealth, and they will be your strongest backing at any time. In fact, what people really miss is the friendship, unity and kindness and simplicity of rural people!

In fact, there are too many places worth remembering in rural areas, and every age group has an "unbearable" past. With the increasing pressure of life, the post-80 s, who are in an awkward age group, are old and young, struggling to survive in the cracks, becoming more and more nostalgic and cherishing the present time.

For the post-80s generation, the most memorable time is the happy childhood. Although the conditions are difficult, there is no limit to happiness. I hang out with my friends all day. When I am hungry, my parents will naturally shout after cooking, and I live a confused life all day.

With the increase of age, I have children myself, and at the same time, my parents are getting old, leaving traces of time. At present, I face the most difficult choice. I want to spend more time with my parents at home, but the conditions are not allowed. After all, I have to earn money to support my family. As a post-80 s generation, I really can't say how bitter it is. So I miss our youth even more!

The past will always make people miss, the future will always make people look forward to, and the future will always become the past.

Things that can be missed will never be forgotten. This question reminds me of my childhood in the countryside. Although I left the countryside for more than 20 years, I still remember the childhood in the countryside clearly.

Spring: We fly kites in the mountains with homemade kites. About three or five friends, holding their own pots and pans, having a picnic outside.

Summer: There are more things to play this season, bathing in the pond and moving crabs in the river. After the rice in the field was harvested, we were in the field, and it was very lively. Catch fireflies and catch cicadas.

Winter: Play with ice cubes, have snowball fights, make snowmen and play with gyroscopes. The family sat by the fire, bragging and chatting.

Take a bottle to catch tadpoles in the river in summer, then take it home to raise it, and watch the tadpoles slowly change into small frogs.

When I was a child, I would go to the river to play in hot weather, and I would swim like my brothers. My brother felt unsafe, so my friends and I went to the river to play, and we were beaten.

There is also a taste I miss in the countryside, that is, sour garlic. Parents look for wild vegetables from the mountains, including garlic, which is washed and soaked in the altar. When cooking potato soup, put a small bowl on it. It is extremely delicious!

In winter, shovel up the thick snow with a shovel, and then step on it with your feet to shape it into the shape of a stage. After the stage is completed, you and your friends take turns to perform on the stage, and sometimes the snow will fall into the hole if you don't step on it.

When the winter is cold, sparrows will fall into the trap laid by my frame if they can't find food. Learn from Mr. Lu Xun's method and really catch sparrows.

In addition, it is my native cat. I have had cats at home for several times. The most memorable time is when the cat came back from the outside with a mouse in its mouth. The window was its door. When it couldn't open the window, it would knock on the glass with its claws. At that time, my mother asked me to open the window. Because the glass was old, and it was dark outside and bright inside, I didn't notice that the cat was holding the mouse. When I opened the window, the cat jumped in and scared me directly.

The house in my hometown is made of mud, which is warm in winter and cool in summer. It is very comfortable, and the roof covered with slate is quite antique.

At that time, I didn't know how to appreciate the beauty of winter. The snow covered the brown branches, and the sky, underground and mountains were all white, which was quite like a landscape painting. People from outside were very curious about these, so they took out their mobile phones to record this beautiful moment.

I belong to the post-1970 s people, who are at the junction of poverty and wealth. When I was a child, I could certainly dig up some interesting things in my memory. At that time, the winter was colder than the winter now, and the freezing in the river was thicker. There was a big pond not far from my house. I heard my mother say that this pond was a well dug by the whole village in the past when it was dry. Because it often collapsed and the silt was cleaned up, it collapsed into a current pond. I remember that when I was very young, I caught a big fish from the pond and gave it to my mother's sick cousin to eat. It's freezing in winter, and there are several little boys in the outer village. They seem to be picking hay, right? I can't remember clearly. They just squatted on the frozen ground and sang while knocking on the frozen ground with their sickles. We study, and the school calls us to bring the tools of labor, that is, the dung dustpan. When we go home after work, another girl from our village and I also go home from the river ice. She sits in the dung dustpan and lets me push it on the ice. Later, I sit in and let her push it. There are also the peddlers who enter the village. As soon as we hear the rattle, we quickly run out to see the goods in the barbed wire of the peddler. They are all some appliances for women to make shoes, or some girls tie them. I once watched a famous person in Taiwan Province on TV. He talked about a painter named Zhang Zeduan in the Song Dynasty who made a picture of a peddler on a fan, indicating that this peddler business has a long history. My girlfriend and I in the same cluster will collect some junk together, and wait for the peddler to take it out and exchange it for something tied to the head. We will share it between us. At that time, when we were poor, not everyone would trade with money, but we could also trade with scrap metal. I don't want to, and the more I think about it, the more things I can't finish.