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I almost eat dirt.
Sell turtles, crabs and chicken flowers,
I accidentally became a leader.
The right to become a Zhao Xiong has allowed me to confide in my alumni without being superficial.
Like many alumni, I spent three years in Lipu, two years in high school on campus and one year in Lipu review class.
Every time I go to Sizhai's hometown through Lipu or go back to Hangzhou, even if I don't have time to stay at the school gate, I can't help but catch a few more eyes from the window. It seems almost 10 years. After the Reese line is straightened, it no longer passes through Lipu Town. But as long as I'm not in a hurry, I habitually walk around the town. Every time I feel that this road has narrowed, maybe my heart has widened. Life is like a dream, and years are like songs. I don't know whether it is a dedicated and selfless teacher as soon as possible, a generous and naive classmate, or Zhong Ling Yu Xiu.
All my uncles and aunts graduated here, and a cousin who studies very well but has a disabled leg also studies here.
It is not easy for a teenager to leave his family, friends who live together day and night, and familiar environment for the first time, and suddenly come to this strange town, learn to live independently, learn to get along with strange teachers and classmates, and learn to arrange his own study. After two or three years, I almost completed a transformation of my life, or went to college for further study, or stepped directly into the society and quickly turned over the next page of my life.
I always feel that the flowing water in Lipu Creek is not ordinary water, but thick ink, which breeds the feelings of middle school students in Lipu. They leave Lipu one by one and go to the world, writing magnificent, legendary or plain articles with passion, career and plain life, and gathering into an indispensable small chapter in the grand chapter of the great era.
At that time, the green tailings of Mario copper mine were deposited in the stream, and a stench floated in the stream all the year round. I also found duck eggs with green shells twice in the stream, which really surprised me for a long time. Steamed in an aluminum lunch box. When eating, peel the shell and eat eggs, envy the classmates next to you.
Cai Chen Reservoir is under construction, and Sizhai to Cai Chen is not yet open to traffic. 15 Lishan Road is full of potholes because of floods and engineering occupation, but it is actually far more than 15 Li. There is a shuttle bus from Cai Chen to the remaining 15 in Lipu, but almost every class is so crowded that it is almost impossible to get on. It's easy to squeeze into the car, and it's almost impossible to squeeze into your seat-there seems to be no traffic police to check the overcrowding at that time; In fact, it is not comfortable to have a seat, and the space in the front and rear rows is extremely narrow. I think it should be the stage when the height quickly exceeds 1.7 meters. Sit down, you must raise your knees, otherwise you can't sit in; Stand, the ceiling is low, only the transom can stand straight. When the car body flashes, your head will hit the window frame, and it will be more sour when it encounters rain and snow. Therefore, I often hope that I can't buy a ticket. It's not easy to walk 15 miles with a sweet potato pickle on your shoulder and sundries hanging on your clothes, but you can save10.5 cents to buy a ticket. Actually, you are a bit like a charcoal seller.
This kind of tossing and turning, this kind of expense (especially the expense of going out), decided to go home once every two weeks at most, and with the limitation of economic conditions, it also decided that burnt pickles (dried vegetables, also called pickles) became the main course, and raw pickles (pickles) and bean sprouts became rich food. The wisdom of life tells me that lettuce should be compacted (pressed) at ordinary times to cover it with a layer of vegetables, otherwise the vegetables will rot (oxidized and moldy) if exposed for a long time, so tea bottles are a necessity. One year after Tomb-Sweeping Day, I went home, dug a lot of shallots, pickled them, dried them, pressed a tea bottle, and walked more than 30 miles to Lipu, but my steps were as light as Hua Laoshuan's "eat while it's hot", and my heart was full of joy. After more than a week, the kitchens were all in the big bedroom on the second floor, attached to the newly-built three-story staff dormitory. Every meal time, the creaking wooden floor is mixed with the smell of shallots.
It is strange that there are no photos of tea bottles on the Internet, as if they have never appeared in the world. I asked my hometown for help and almost went to the museum to take pictures. I found a similar one at home. It's basically like this, except that the glaze was cyan, and the groove was shallow and the surface was smooth.
Zhou Sheng's father, Zhou Hua, is a white-haired teacher. In his biology class, he clearly pointed out that people need to eat carbohydrates, fat and protein every day. In fact, many students only eat carbohydrates, not fat, not protein, and cooking without oil. They put the enamel cups in a big steamer and steamed them several times to soften them. I once went to the school hospital of Silkworm Farm, and my tongue hurt. My aunt, a short-haired and chubby school doctor, saw that her tongue was cracked, saying that her nutrition could not keep up and she could not recover after taking medicine. Several students with the same symptoms have seen it. Sure enough, the crack in the middle of the tongue is still there.
Bean sprouts are good things. Money is a handy bean sprout that can germinate. He can improve from time to time as long as he brings a cup of soybeans from home to school. Once after the lights were turned off, he was still arguing with his classmates, claiming that "the nutrition of bean sprouts is four times that of soybeans", which became a topic for a while. He also hid a big bottle of sugar under the quilt. I searched with my classmates and each of them secretly added a spoonful of sugar.
Sufu is also a good thing. Occasionally, businessmen come to the school to promote their products, but they only supply faculty and staff. I asked Mr. Si Shunwei to buy me half a cup and had fun with several good classmates for several days.
There is a tofu shop on Lipu Street. A few cents can buy a big piece, but only the resident's account can give you an invoice, so my cousin's tofu ticket for working in Lipu Hospital is often searched by me. Teacher Zhu Yali's wife is also an employee of Lipu Hospital. She has short hair, white hair, slightly fat, and wears glasses. She is very kind. Once I met Mr. Huang Yazhen in the tofu shop during the morning self-study, and I was very scared. I didn't expect that she was very polite and didn't blame me at all.
What is the best thing? Cooking with oil residue! One night, I just opened my lunch box and was ready to leave. Miss Alice asked me to take the lunch box to his dormitory on the third floor. He has just finished cooking suet in a semi-tin pan on the kerosene stove, and the vegetables have been cut. He put the pot in front of me, and the squeaking voice gripped my restless taste buds, and the aftertaste was endless in March.
Let's talk about dinner after dinner. White rice? That's not much! The house is short of fields, so it is short of rice. I have been eating grain for many years. I'm afraid I'll never forget early rice, one catty 10, one catty 10. In other words, white rice is bought with money and can be saved. Although there are not many private plots, there are still some miscellaneous grains, so the staple foods are all baked sweet potatoes, porridge, sweet potato rice, shredded radish rice, and even better, pumpkin rice, dried grass rice and dried Cai Meng rice. Studying in Lipu, what I eat most is sweet potato rice. Every time you buy rice, you should figure out which day to eat, how much rice to put in each meal, and how many sweet potatoes you must mix. Fu Junhui once saw me peel sweet potatoes and asked me for them. I refused and asked for more, but I still didn't give it to them. I'm not cheap, because it's a staple food, not a snack. Of course, I didn't explain. Now add: Sorry!
If you eat too much sweet potato, sour water will overflow from your stomach to your throat, which is very uncomfortable, so you must eat more rice in soup and press it. Many years later, when the cold wind passed through the streets of the city and brought the smell of baked sweet potatoes, my colleagues were always impressed by my indifference. Dear, do you know that I ate so many sweet potatoes in those years just to have the freedom not to eat sweet potatoes when I don't want to eat them one day?
Now many alumni send their children to study abroad. If the amount is counted alone, I am afraid that the children studying abroad will spend enough money to support the students of the whole school at that time. I wonder if they feel the same way.
Also after work, one day after work, the meal was served first. By the time the food was served, I had swallowed half a bowl of rice. The daughter asked in surprise, Dad, the rice is tasteless. How can I eat it? The generation soaked in honeypots can't eat the "taste" of white rice, but this is Tami (also called Tami, which means pure rice). There are no melons and vegetables mixed, and it is late rice, which tastes better than the previous year.
Young people, not overwhelmed by such a severe material situation, not only persisted, but also successfully completed their mission. Without strong spiritual support and tenacious perseverance, it is unimaginable. Come to think of it carefully, those three years of spiritual life were not only not poor, but also rich, which benefited me for life.
It may be that my father sent me to school at the beginning of the second semester of senior one, with a pair of liberation shoes, a git, a net bag, a burlap tofu bag and an alarm bag (a simple cloth bag popular in Zhejiang left over from the war years, with a drawstring sewn at the mouth, which naturally tightens up when picked up, and is said to be an artifact of "avoiding the Japanese"). The big bedroom is still locked. Teacher Sun lives on the first floor of a new three-story building, wearing a brand-new navy tunic suit and shiny hair. A "wave" let us into his small dormitory and arranged for us to eat.
Teacher Sun has obvious preference for me. Once I quarreled with Jiang Jinsuo. He stood silently on the back of the golden lock, but he didn't find it. I felt strongly supported by my teacher. I didn't expect Mr. Sun to shout loudly and carry me to his dormitory, leaving me standing and reflecting for a long time. When I came back, I said, do you think today is worth it? Go back!
Mr. Smith has just been assigned to the school and hasn't started classes yet, so he asked me to see him. To tell the truth, I really don't remember seeing him in Sizhai Primary School many years ago. At that time, I only heard his name. After many times, the teacher asked me to take a walk after dinner, which became a sour stalk in Zhao's mouth. "Ha ha, take a walk!" "Talk for a long time. Shamefully, I didn't embark on the road of literary creation that Mr. Smith had high hopes for, which may be my lifelong regret. However, is there a life without regrets?
Teacher Zhao Songji taught me Chinese in Grade Two. One morning when doing morning exercises, he called me to the playground to have a heart-to-heart talk and plan my study, college entrance examination and work direction. The whole school watched this scene and finished the morning exercises, but it was not finished yet. Knowing that my family was poor, Mr. Zhao helped me win the first batch of scholarships, three 2 yuan tickets and a brand-new green ticket in the history of the founding of the People's Republic of China, which is still fresh in my memory.
Physics teacher Huang, with curly hair and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, looks dignified. In fact, he is very kind and used to address others by their surnames. In the first physics class shortly after the first year of high school, Mr. Huang called the roll: Yan Jun! To! At the same time, two students, a man and a woman, looked at each other, blushed and sat down at the same time-there were two Yan Jun in the class, one surnamed Zhang and the other surnamed Weng, and the whole class burst into laughter. This kind of seed took root and made us happy for almost 40 years.
Mr. Zhou led a team to Chengguan to participate in the county language and number competition, passing by Zhuji photo studio, and he proposed to go in and take a photo (front row: Chen, Mr. Zhou, Guo; The second row: Yu Peican and Cai; The third row: Ma, Li Hongshan), washed one for each of us, without charge. I don't know whether it is Li Zhong's public expense or Mr. Zhou's personal pocket. To tell the truth, if I had to pay for it, I couldn't afford it at that time. Afterwards, we almost included the top three in language.
When I was a liter higher, the storm began. Traditionally, two classes have to be rearranged, one for arts and one for science. But that year, both classes were assigned science, stipulating that even students preparing for liberal arts exams should not be absent from physics and chemistry classes, including exams. This really shocked me, repeatedly expressing that I can only eat liberal arts meals (liberal arts direction). This matter has always been strange. Moreover, we are the last two-year class, and the college entrance examination will be held after finishing the second year of high school. By the end of the first semester of senior two, with the efforts of the teachers of the liberal arts group, the school arranged for Zhao Xingjiang, Huang Yuyan, Weng and me to join the liberal arts review class. I was lucky enough to listen to Mr. Jiang's article in my history class. Actually, I don't know much about Mr. Jiang I just heard from Feng Guoxing that Mr. Jiang is a maverick with great personality. Whenever someone reaches for chopsticks in his lunch box or soup bowl, he will never eat any more.
This may be my darkest day at school. Although my circle of friends has gradually expanded from Qiu Xiaojin and Zhou to Cai Naiwu, Zhou Guoyu, ..., I still can't adapt for a long time.
The atmosphere of the liberal arts review class is depressing and weird. It is not as foolproof and noisy as the vegetable market in freshmen's dormitory, but similar to driving the whole village to the yard under the big locust tree before the Hundred Regiments War or after the Japanese entered the village. In the raging fire, they forced the villagers to the place where the underground party was located with bayonets. The people gnashed their teeth, but they dared to speak out in anger. The famous scholar Xu was too nervous to sleep well. He beat the wooden bedpost, sobbing and crying: "I'm not familiar with being trapped in the wild, I'm not familiar with being trapped in the wild ..." (I can't sleep at all). The pronunciation of the word "cooked" is similar to a stunt "unique", with the second sound. In the second year, Xu was admitted to Fudan as he wished.
Several students began to be factional, and one student lost his watch. Two days after Mr. Zhou Jinxin was scared, I actually touched it in the gap next to my git, although I hadn't touched it several times before. So, when I was alone, a classmate deliberately leaned next to me and looked into the distance, slowly saying a philosophical sentence: "There is necessity in accident!" " And roared off.
My classmates get up early, but I sleep much longer than them. When everyone "came to study under the tree in the early morning along the familiar path on campus", I was unaware of it, and I was always awakened by the sound of everyone rushing to eat after returning and the knocking of lunch boxes. The review class is held in middle school, and the boys' dormitory is in the fence outside the playground. A row of straight fast-growing Camptotheca acuminata trees was planted along the wall, which was planted with us by Teacher Sun a year ago. "The rising sun shines on my face and on this little tree beside me." Listening to this, I will cry. In this way, 1983, I took the college entrance examination. History may be 17, and geography 56 is very clear. Among the four "top students" who entered the class, only Zhao Xingjiang, a young English major, was admitted to Hangzhou Normal University directly. He is really not a mortal.
The third year was spent in the review class in Lipu. I continued my physical difficulties, but my spirit was extremely rich.
It seems that there are about 160 people in the two large classes. The head teacher of our liberal arts class is Ma Juying, a beautiful woman, and the head teacher of our science class is Wu Xiguang, who is older and has a grim face. A man and a woman are tall and thin. Teacher Wu lectured loudly: Students, you should remember that all the sufferings you suffered today are worthwhile and will be the wealth of your life! Today, you knocked on the ice to wash your face, eat pickles and read books in the cement pool. You can bear all the pain. I believe that there is nothing in this life that you can't eat!
The classroom on the upper berth is a borrowed brigade room, with two large rooms, one on the ground floor, one classroom on the first floor and one bedroom on the second floor. The gable on this side of the intersection is cracked. 1983 During the typhoon season, the teacher arranged several older boys to keep vigil at any time to avoid accidents. It's my neighbor Bao Xing's turn. He is next door to my hometown.
The last semester began, exactly, on the fifth and sixth day of the first month of 1984, when it was snowing heavily. My father can't scrape together 50 points of tuition in 39 yuan. Hesitated for a while, he took out two cigarettes sent by others-big red flowers and interest groups (? Let me find a primary school classmate who just joined the south goods counter of the supply and marketing cooperative to do consignment, but failed because of his thin skin. My father hated iron and steel, so he had to lend me 5 yuan and hurried to the upper berth.
Also this year, many mad dogs bite people. On the Qingming Festival on April 4th, I hurried to school from Sizhai, passing by the reservoir site, and suddenly a dog jumped out and bit me. Later, I heard that this dog is still very "famous". It has bitten several people before and after, and it can be confirmed that it is a mad dog. Later, relatives and friends from all walks of life helped to get antiviral serum, find vaccines and pound herbs ... It can be said that nothing was left afterwards, otherwise I might not live today; Only one and a half dog tooth marks were permanently left on the anterolateral side of the left thigh near the knee.
Life in Lipu review class is so tense that many students with special skills spontaneously come forward to teach singing. Cheng Lan's Indonesian folk song Baby, Wang Xiaoqun's Milan, Luo Shuying's Early Morning on the Trail, Xu Chengfeng's Boxwood Pole, Li Yan's The Great Wall Will Never Fall, and Cai Zhiliang's Cars and Horses Sing All the Way to Spring have enriched the students' spiritual life.
The liberal arts class has a party organized by students spontaneously. Cai sang the theme song "An Unforgettable Song" of "Time Wasted", which really admired him. It was such a long song that I remembered the lyrics and melody clearly. It's my turn to stand up. I said at the beginning, "I didn't start the team until I got together." Only a dozen people, seven or eight guns ... "The class was filled with applause and laughter. Speaking of it, Shi Yong knew him long before he entered middle school. 1978 that summer vacation in junior high school, I was lucky enough to attend the "First Summer Camp for Middle School Students in Zhuji County" held in Wuxie Farm. According to the notice, I chose mosquito nets and straw mats from home, lived on the second floor of the pig farm run by the farm, and spread the floor on the wooden floor. Get up in the middle of the night to pee, stand on the escalator and sprinkle it directly on the pig's back, waking up a group of pigs. By the way, there is ginger among the campers.
It is a great encouragement to receive letters from students who took the exam last year. Qiu Xiaojin, a law student at Hangzhou University, and Zhang Guangwei, a law student at Peking University, received the most letters. Unfortunately, I lost it because I didn't cherish it many times after work. I only remember Qiu Xiaojin's sentence: "Meat is available every day", so I won't remember a word wrong. The yearning for this beautiful life is also an important weight for me to choose Hangzhou University later.
20 18 February 18, the third day of the first month, after the reunion dinner, I sat still. When there were a few students left, Mr. Hou and Mr. Ma Juying had not left. I stepped forward and hugged them both. This is a solid bear hug. At that time, I could hardly speak, just like now.
That special era left incredible memories.
There is a magical medicine called "brain tonic juice". The scientific name seems to be vitamin phosphorus rehydration juice, and a bottle is as black as a 500 ml pesticide bottle. Now I think it's nothing more than a syrup and some ideas. However, in families with poor economic conditions, many students will bite their teeth and buy one or two bottles when they face the college entrance examination at home. Therefore, whenever the lights are turned off in the dormitory, the voice will gradually become quiet, and there will be sweet juice absorption in the thick smell of dried vegetables, which will inject much-needed nutrition into the students' brains.
I am rich, too. A few days before the college entrance examination, I am going to earn the last dollar in my hand and go to Lipu Street to buy food! There is a blind old woman sitting in the street, with half a dish of blue eggs in front of her. Squat down, I asked, one is 1. 1. I bought nine and handed her 1 yuan notes. I told her: 1. 1.9 = 9.99, and 1.00. Keep the change. It's really generous.
Without Lipu's reading experience, it is impossible to understand the true meaning of "Three Tans of Pickled Sauerkraut", which is even better than Fenghua Taro, which is equally famous as "Three Rivers and Six Wharfs".
Life is very long, three years is very short, but only three years, there are too many things worth remembering, maybe three days and three nights can't be finished.
I have dozens of WeChat groups, and I can only "talk nonsense" in class 8 1 in Lipu Middle School. No classmates will blame me, but there are many like-minded "poisonous heads" who talk nonsense together from time to time. More students who don't make much noise at ordinary times hardly feel inappropriate, and some often look at the nonsense in the group and snicker. This group will hardly be silent, unlike many groups who have been silent for ten and a half months, people will be afraid to stay-this is the harbor of my soul. In a sense, these students are my second family.
In an instant, everything turned into a cloud of smoke. Many "new generations" in the 1980s have grandchildren. Artificial intelligence has replaced labor in many fields. Self-driving cars are on the road. The motherland with "large population and weak foundation" has entered an aging society, and its economic scale is second only to that of the United States. Chang 'e V took off a few days ago and will return from the moon ... but one thing will not change. (165438+ Hangzhou Xianlin 20201early morning of October 29th)