Changes in clothing
It was winter in 1967. Grandma made a pair of cotton trousers for her father with the cloth tickets of the whole family, which were too fat. She changed it too thin herself, so she had to buy him cloth to make it. Grandma said, "Don't blame him. Everyone has a heart for beauty. " The Spring Festival is coming soon, and there is no money and cloth tickets at home. Grandma took off our three children's clothes, bought a bag of dyes, dyed them in a large iron pot, and turned them over to sew them on.
"We also have new clothes to wear!" The children are very happy.
Today's children have many sets of cotton autumn clothes and trousers when they are born, but I didn't wear them until I went to college 1980. Before that, the sweaters and pants I wore were hand-knitted after I took off the work gloves issued by my mother's unit. One cold winter, grandma tore off the old sweater and knitted me a scarf. The wool is too old. It was knitted by my grandmother when she was editing. It was not until I went to college that my family bought me a catty and a half of chemical fiber wool sweater. Maybe I wore enough black, blue and gray when I was young. I bought a dozen sweaters in recent years, red, green, yellow and colorful. Clothing is not only to protect the body from the cold, it represents the cultural atmosphere and aesthetic taste of an era and is a symbol of a country's national civilization. Isn't it? If nothing else, even people's backpacks are telling the recovery and growth of civilization consciousness. Men, women and children used to like grass-green satchels. Now, look at those small bags. They are also charming. The rounded corners are soft and gentle, and the rectangle is generous, simple and solemn.
Clothes, hats, jewelry, backpacks are all talking. Isn't it? You are a girl who is in love for the first time, wearing a floral skirt and carrying a red bag. Your enthusiasm and yearning for a better life in the future need not be conveyed to others by your words. In a well-made black bag, everything is in good order, which proves that you are a rigorous person. In the early days of reform and opening up, anyone who wears flared trousers will be surprised and disgusted. Walking in the street now, you will see that in winter, girls will wear a pair of boots, tights and wool skirts, which are worn by men, women and children, or elegant or handsome, without weird eyes, only praise and learning from each other. Beauty is the common pursuit of mankind. With the progress of society, clothing will naturally become colorful.
Changes in diet
What impressed me most when I was a child was that adults worried about eating every day: "Alas, I don't have enough to eat this month." Our family supplies grain 14 kg per month, of which 60% is coarse grains. We were growing up. At that time, schools organized labor in rural areas and factories almost every day. From the age of thirteen, I sometimes eat more than twenty kilograms of grain a month. Grandma's dexterity makes sorghum flour and white flour into gold and silver rolls, and sweet potato flour into cakes, even acacia flowers and alfalfa can be made into vegetable cakes to eat. It's really not easy to think about old people! Now we can buy steamed bread, noodles and semi-finished products of various vegetables in the supermarket. At that time, everything had to start with raw materials. I often go to the mill in the suburbs with the old people to grind sorghum rice and corn into noodles. Cooking needs fire. In the county seat, it is a firewood stove. After school, my sister and I also went to the fields to collect firewood like rural children. We cooked and made the room full of cigarettes, and there was nothing we could do about the clean girl and daughter-in-law. Later, when I moved to the city, I burned briquettes. The smoke in the room is slow. It took less than 20 minutes to turn on the stove, and the fire couldn't get up at all. It's no use worrying again. The Spring Festival is coming, and family members are more worried. They only have a catty of meat, half a catty of sugar, half a catty of peanuts and a catty of hairtail. They should also repay the money and rice borrowed from others. At that time, every family had to buy 3500 Jin of Chinese cabbage in winter, and a family had cabbage, carrots, pickles and potatoes in one winter. The Chinese New Year is coming, and the family can finally have a meal in jiaozi.
Now, I sometimes "worry" about the food at home, not because I don't have enough to eat, but because there are too many colors and varieties, and I am tired of eating delicious food. Every day I ask my husband and son, "What do you want to eat?" I don't know. It's up to you. "This worries me:" What do you want to eat today, the shrimp and grilled eggplant you ate yesterday? Make a steamed pork with rice flour? " "You'd better not talk to me about meat this week, ok? I'm afraid of eating. "My son said, I had to check the latest recipes online.
Change of residence
In 2006, my family finally moved into a new building of 1 10 square meter, with a large living room, a big kitchen, large French windows and natural gas. There is hot water all year round, and there is a big bathtub in the bathroom, so you can lie down and take a bath. Just like taking a bath in a public bathhouse when I was a child, washing a big pool is like wrapping jiaozi. The water turned black and thick dirty mud floated on it.
On the first day of moving into my new home, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep. The past plays in my mind like a movie. Before I was ten years old, my family always rented a house and moved a lot. Fortunately, there are not many things, and two flatbeds will solve it. In the 1960s, five people in my family lived in a farmer's woodshed, which was only 12 square meters. They eat and drink Lazar inside, with a heatable adobe sleeping platform, sleeping with grandma, mom and our three children. Grandma loves cleanliness and beauty. She washes clothes and sheets with a washbasin almost every day, one big basin at a time. But no matter how you wash, in that room, the coal stove is next to the sleeping heatable adobe sleeping platform. How can you love smoke and ashes? What can you do? The newborn baby brother sleeps in hot sand pants, and the kang is covered with sand. In the 1970s, my family moved from the county seat to the downtown area of Cangzhou. My father's office was divided into two bungalows, and we finally had our own home. My parents live in a room with my younger brother, and my sister lives outside the dining room and living room. Grandma and I had to live in the kitchen that we couldn't lift our heads. In order to cook, we have to build a small earthen house in the small yard. Now our three brothers and sisters have all become families and bought a big house of several hundred square meters. The dormitory is a dormitory restaurant and a study. There are flowers and green grass in the community all the year round. The location and design of my parents' house are the best. They have worked hard all their lives, but when they buy a house, they want to buy the most expensive one here. Now many people know the word "privacy". Living in a complex, a family lives in a house for three generations, how can we talk about privacy? What about living civilization?
Change of line
My hometown is in the countryside 60 miles away from the county seat. I remember the first time I went back to my hometown to visit my grandparents in a sunny spring. My parents borrowed two bicycles, put my sister and me in two bamboo baskets and tied them to the back frame of the bicycle. My parents rode back to their hometown. Later, there was a bus modified by a big truck in the county town, so we rarely "sat" (in fact, it was a station, and there were no seats on the bus) because one's parents could not bear it.
Traveling far is a very important and difficult thing. I missed the night train when I came home in my first year of college. After changing the bus the next day, I stood in the waiting room all night. It was an unforgettable night. How crowded is it? Your feet are numb. Lift them up and have a rest. When you put them down, there is no room. Now I'm going to Shijiazhuang, Tianjin and Beijing on business. I can take the early bus to and from the same day, because the train is speeding up and there are many cars. Freeways extend in all directions. It takes three hours to drive from our city to Shijiazhuang to Beijing and one and a half hours to Tianjin. My brothers and sisters all drove their own cars, and my wife also wanted to buy a car. I don't think so: "It's not the money, but I think we all work in the city, and it's only 10 minutes by bike." If we buy a car, we should have a place to put it, maintain it and consume a lot of gasoline. I don't think our country should encourage cars. 65.438+0.3 billion people, 280 million families, each family has a car. How many expressways will be built? What about the garage? What about the parking lot? What about air pollution? Is it enough to occupy hundreds of millions of acres of farmland? So I just don't encourage buyers to use cars. It's good to walk and ride an electric bike. We will not hesitate to take a taxi for anything, because the cost of taking a taxi is much less than owning a car. Why not take a taxi? Always frugal parents also arrange trips once or twice a year. Who knows that the traffic is so convenient now? " Lushan Mountain is particularly beautiful in autumn. "They are going to visit Lushan Mountain this year.
People who live in sweet days like flowers! Don't forget the martyrs, don't forget the great decision of reform and opening up, and do well.
It was winter in 1967. Grandma made a pair of cotton trousers for her father with the cloth tickets of the whole family, which were too fat. She changed it too thin herself, so she had to buy him cloth to make it. Grandma said, "Don't blame him. Everyone has a heart for beauty. " The Chinese New Year is coming, and there is no money and cloth tickets at home. Grandma took off our three children's clothes, bought a bag of dyes, dyed them in a large iron pot, and turned them over to sew them on.
"We also have new clothes to wear!" The children are very happy.
Today's children have many sets of cotton autumn clothes and trousers when they are born, but I didn't wear them until I went to college 1980. Before that, the sweaters and pants I wore were hand-knitted after I took off the work gloves issued by my mother's unit. One cold winter, grandma tore off the old sweater and knitted me a scarf. The wool is too old. It was knitted by my grandmother when she was editing. It was not until I went to college that my family bought me a catty and a half of chemical fiber wool sweater. Maybe I wore enough black, blue and gray when I was young. I bought a dozen sweaters in recent years, red, green, yellow and colorful. Clothing is not only to protect the body from the cold, it represents the cultural atmosphere and aesthetic taste of an era and is a symbol of a country's national civilization. Isn't it? If nothing else, even people's backpacks are telling the recovery and growth of civilization consciousness. Men, women and children used to like grass-green satchels. Now, look at those small bags. They are also charming. The rounded corners are soft and gentle, and the rectangle is generous, simple and solemn.
Clothes, hats, jewelry, backpacks are all talking. Isn't it? You are a girl who is in love for the first time, wearing a floral skirt and carrying a red bag. Your enthusiasm and yearning for a better life in the future need not be conveyed to others by your words. In a well-made black bag, everything is in good order, which proves that you are a rigorous person. In the early days of reform and opening up, anyone who wears flared trousers will be surprised and disgusted. Walking in the street now, you will see that in winter, girls will wear a pair of boots, tights and wool skirts, which are worn by men, women and children, or elegant or handsome, without weird eyes, only praise and learning from each other. Beauty is the common pursuit of mankind. With the progress of society, clothing will naturally become colorful.
Changes in diet
What impressed me most when I was a child was that adults worried about eating every day: "Alas, I don't have enough to eat this month." Our family supplies grain 14 kg per month, of which 60% is coarse grains. We were growing up. At that time, schools organized labor in rural areas and factories almost every day. From the age of thirteen, I sometimes eat more than twenty kilograms of grain a month. Grandma's dexterity makes sorghum flour and white flour into gold and silver rolls, and sweet potato flour into cakes, even acacia flowers and alfalfa can be made into vegetable cakes to eat. It's really not easy to think about old people! Now we can buy steamed bread, noodles and semi-finished products of various vegetables in the supermarket. At that time, everything had to start with raw materials. I often go to the mill in the suburbs with the old people to grind sorghum rice and corn into noodles. Cooking needs fire. In the county seat, it is a firewood stove. After school, my sister and I also went to the fields to collect firewood like rural children. We cooked and made the room full of cigarettes, and there was nothing we could do about the clean girl and daughter-in-law. Later, when I moved to the city, I burned briquettes. The smoke in the room is slow. It took less than 20 minutes to turn on the stove, and the fire couldn't get up at all. It's no use worrying again. The Spring Festival is coming, and family members are more worried. They only have a catty of meat, half a catty of sugar, half a catty of peanuts and a catty of hairtail. They should also repay the money and rice borrowed from others. At that time, every family had to buy 3500 Jin of Chinese cabbage in winter, and a family had cabbage, carrots, pickles and potatoes in one winter. The Chinese New Year is coming, and the family can finally have a meal in jiaozi.
Now, I sometimes "worry" about the food at home, not because I don't have enough to eat, but because there are too many colors and varieties, and I am tired of eating delicious food. Every day I ask my husband and son, "What do you want to eat?" I don't know. It's up to you. "This worries me:" What do you want to eat today, the shrimp and grilled eggplant you ate yesterday? Make a steamed pork with rice flour? " "You'd better not talk to me about meat this week, ok? I'm afraid of eating. "My son said, I had to check the latest recipes online.
Change of residence
In 2006, my family finally moved into a new building of 1 10 square meter, with a large living room, a big kitchen, large French windows and natural gas. There is hot water all year round, and there is a big bathtub in the bathroom, so you can lie down and take a bath. Just like taking a bath in a public bathhouse when I was a child, washing a big pool is like wrapping jiaozi. The water turned black and thick dirty mud floated on it.
On the first day of moving into my new home, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep. The past plays in my mind like a movie. Before I was ten years old, my family always rented a house and moved a lot. Fortunately, there are not many things, and two flatbeds will solve it. In the 1960s, five people in my family lived in a farmer's woodshed, which was only 12 square meters. They eat and drink Lazar inside, with a heatable adobe sleeping platform, sleeping with grandma, mom and our three children. Grandma loves cleanliness and beauty. She washes clothes and sheets with a washbasin almost every day, one big basin at a time. But no matter how you wash, in that room, the coal stove is next to the sleeping heatable adobe sleeping platform. How can you love smoke and ashes? What can you do? The newborn baby brother sleeps in hot sand pants, and the kang is covered with sand. In the 1970s, my family moved from the county seat to the downtown area of Cangzhou. My father's office was divided into two bungalows, and we finally had our own home. My parents live with my brother.