The courtyard has good scenery, clean environment, tree-lined, quiet and orderly, barracks and families' houses are all brick houses, and roads are all paved with plank oil and cement bricks. Compared with the 768 railway system in rural and quasi-rural areas with dust and sewage, it is simply a paradise. Every morning, noon and evening, melodious bugles will be heard from the loudspeakers on time, floating in every corner of the compound. I didn't feel anything at that time. It was many years after I left the compound that I realized that the seemingly monotonous bugle call was actually the most pleasant and kind voice in the world.
Playing
The public security in the compound is very good. Except for occasional petty theft and fighting with children, there is basically no crime. But I still dare not walk in the distance alone at night. First, there were few street lamps and it was gloomy everywhere. Second, there were fewer people and more trees in the compound, and the wind blew the trees to create an atmosphere. I always felt that there were bad people hiding inside, so I had to stay at home honestly. Movies are always shown in the auditorium, and war movies are my favorite. The PLA is invincible and the enemy is running around. That's an enjoyable experience! But what impressed me was the horror film. At that time, people were timid and timid. Seeing the mysterious giant Buddha and the chase scared me enough. Look at the tramp in India, the villain shouted with a ferocious face: steal, rob, kill and set fire! It's still ringing in my ears. Seeing the black triangle, the scene where Ling Yuan plays the old lady peeping in the dark makes me shudder, not to mention the scene where the man's body standing by the window is knocked down at the touch, so I have to close my eyes. The most pinnacle is the painted skin. Whenever the night falls in the camera, something will definitely happen. When watching this movie, I almost closed my eyes half the time, eagerly looking forward to the appearance of the daytime scene, which is a bit of a waste of resources. Hong Kong people are really abnormal in filming, and only they can make the film so scary. Fortunately, there was no such movie as the midnight bell, otherwise I would have been scared out on the spot. In fact, it's no wonder that there is no film grading system in China until now, so that my young mind was repeatedly destroyed in the cinema in the 198 s.
In 1982, the Shaolin Temple was first shown in the auditorium. It was a sea of people, and it was unprecedented. It had never had such a great visual impact. It had never seen such a beautiful movie. Suddenly, the term martial arts was deeply rooted in people's hearts, and the war film had to take second place.
Once, while watching a movie in the auditorium, all the cadres were suddenly and hurriedly told to gather in an emergency from the loudspeaker. We thought something was wrong. Later, we learned that two groups of soldiers were fighting in the cornfield outside the west gate (that is, pickaxes and shovels made from local materials were still hard to get, and controlled knives were still difficult to get), and a large number of officers were needed to stop it. It seems that we have never heard of serious consequences.
Every Spring Festival, there are entertainment activities, puzzles and games in the auditorium (or the house next to it). I am deeply impressed by a turntable with different prizes written on each grid, and the last prize "A piece of candy" is the easiest one to switch to, which is enough to make me happy. Our neighbor Guohua's father is a cadre in the auditorium. We sometimes sneak in and watch some civil war movies, such as Napoleon, the Navy and Isoroku Yamamoto. I don't understand much except the scene of the war. This scene is very similar to a sunny day. It seems that peeking at internal movies is not our patent.
besides home and school, we spend most of our time in the garden. Although the garden seems to have few flowers and no regular lawn, it is divided into many areas with trees, which are tall or short, and the area is quite large. We often play hide-and-seek in it, catch spies or something, or climb trees to play, or wander in it. Sometimes, when no one is around, I go to the water room next to the spy company to play the game of swishing water. Every time I play with a basket vest, I get soaked, which is very enjoyable. Now it seems that we don't care much about water resources. Let's reflect.
There are many delicious foods sold in the military service that make us drool, and we all yearn for them. However, the pocket money on hand is limited, and parents are very strict that we are not allowed to go often, so we still look at the ocean and sigh. My mother is the staff of the service agency, and all the aunts inside seem to know me, but I only know a few of them. At that time, I was very timid and shy, afraid of being recognized by my aunts every time (this is basically not difficult for them), and I didn't want to call Aunt Zhang and Aunt Li, so even though I was eager to feast my eyes on them, I stopped and went to the garden next to me most of the time. What I will never forget is that I once waited for my mother to get off work in the backyard of the service agency, and my hands were dishonest. I felt this and that, and when I saw a small iron gate on an old boiler, I pulled it when I went up. As a result, the small iron gate was broken and there was no shaft blade connected. My little toe on my right foot suddenly became the victim of the free fall of the small iron gate, and I was immediately bloody and painful, and I cried. So far, the fingernail of that toe is still irregular.
There is also a young man named Xiaozi who sells meat in the service agency. He has heavy eyebrows and big eyes, is strong and sturdy, has long hair and beard, loves to wear white nylon stockings and leather shoes, and loves riding motorcycles. This was definitely a fashionista around 8 years ago. He likes to bully children and grab a handful in his open-backed pants. We are all a little afraid of him. The day before yesterday, I read someone else's reminiscence article, saying that he was beaten by a more powerful boy left by a step school in the 197 s. It was really gratifying! It is a pity that the news was learned 3 years later, and it is even more regrettable that there was no live witness to this exciting scene.
shooting range is a good place to go. There we did two things: 1. Picking up bullet casings, which were mostly AK47 bullet casings, and a few were 54 pistols, and the latter became a treasure. I also picked up a bullet from a 54 pistol that was not fired, which shows that the management was relatively negligent at that time. 2. There are two rows of mulberry trees beside the shooting range, and we like to pick black and sweet mulberry seeds (mulberries) to eat. This is all wild, nobody cares about it, and it's not illegal. I picked it from preschool to grade 3-4 of primary school, and it's all right. But one day, a classmate accused me of climbing trees and picking mulberries as a student cadre, and I didn't care about trees, which didn't meet my cadre status. So I was ordered to write a review by my teacher. I felt very wronged and didn't think it was any wrong behavior, but I had to write it against my will under pressure.
the fourth division and our compound are neighbors, but we need to climb over the wall to get there. There is a small lake outside the south wall of the primary school. When it freezes in winter, it becomes our skating rink. Everyone makes all kinds of ice carts, such as Ice Thousand. One kind is a "monorail" ice cart with a wire on the ground and two feet squatting on a small board. I am very envious of the speed with which older children slide. Unfortunately, I have never learned it. Sometimes soldiers from the fourth division patrol and drive us away, causing us to lie on the wall and spy on the sentry's movements. Only when it is safe can we dare to jump, just like fighting a guerrilla war.
The processing factory is very close to my home, so we go for a stroll if we have nothing to do. There is a big barn in it, where we go to catch sparrows. In this relatively closed space, sparrows are no longer unattainable. We have touched sparrows several times, which is very exciting. Although we haven't caught them, we are quite satisfied. There is a color TV in the conference room of the processing factory. In the era when TV is not popular, it is a treasure. We often go there to watch TV together at night, and there are crowds of people every time. We can hardly see the faces of the characters in the back of the small TV. Even so, we still insist on watching it cheerfully.
This is a plastic processing factory, and Li Jianwei's father is the director of our room in the north. My classmate Kuang Xiaojun's mother works in it, and often takes some plastic products home for processing, which seems to be piecework. I used to cut off the burrs with a small knife in a decent way.
I went to the tofu shop of the processing factory to buy tofu, and I passed by a room where freshly slaughtered pork was often piled up, and the meat was still trembling, which puzzled me.
There is a deep well near the processing plant, and frogs croak at the bottom of the well. We once roasted frogs, and the thigh meat tasted good. At that time, there was a lack of material, and we were full of yearning for eating. Besides toad meat, I also ate tree oil from peach trees in front of the logistics department (it looked good, like jelly, but it didn't taste much), Sophora japonica flowers next to the school (a little sweet), black days on the roadside (delicious) and goupiao (delicious). The mulberries mentioned above are naturally delicious. On the way to the military hospital outside the west gate, my mother picked some edamame at the roadside and cooked it for us. It was delicious, but the picking process was a little scary. After all, it was "smooth".
Jintun in the north and 768 (6 households) in the west of the compound are our frequent places. What attracts us is mainly the department stores there. 768' s is bigger, and it has several floors. Jintun's is small, just a rural shop. But as long as there is food and firecrackers to sell, it is a great temptation to us. I clearly remember that in the cold weather outside the department store in 768, I bought a few cents of syrup, stirred it with two sticks (which must be unsterilized and used repeatedly) and put it in my mouth. Suddenly, a strong wind blew the sticky saliva of syrup on my clothes, and I was "full" by the clothes without eating much in my mouth. What a pain! There is also a grocery store, which is a good place for us to buy fireworks before the Spring Festival. I often buy two skirting boards wrapped in thin kraft paper, which are painted with my son in Liuyang, the Monkey King, and a flash thunder that was just listed at that time at 6 cents. On the way to Jintun Store at the north gate of the compound, there is a small shop selling piaji, which often attracts me to stop. Now there are still the fruits of sweeping goods at home: a thick pile of brand-new paintings, from Yue Fei Chuan (which is the most beautifully made) to the romance of Sui and Tang Dynasties, quite new and complete, all full-page, not willing to cut into small discs. This thing has been extinct for many years. I wonder if it can be sold at a good price in the collection market now.
there is a railway outside the west gate, and along the railway, there is a small metal processing factory. We once went there to steal iron pieces, which are similar in shape and size to the old flat ice cream sticks, and we still don't know what they are for. I once owned a handful of such iron sheets, and I couldn't play any tricks. I just had a lot of things that others didn't have, which was a kind of show-off capital. I remember that the fence of that factory was not short. I was out in the yard, and my neighbor Guohua, who was two years older than me, jumped in to get the iron sheet. As soon as he jumped out, a guard came after us in the distance, scaring us to flee. Some of them put the pointed part of the long nails on the rails, and when the wheels of the train run over them, the pointed part becomes a flat diamond, just like Yang Erlang's Fang Tian painted a halberd, and there is another treasure in his hand that others don't have, not to mention how beautiful it is. But I was timid and a good student in the traditional sense, and my intuition told me that it was wrong to do so (I was not sure whether it could cause a rollover), so I never practiced it myself.
Old Hero
The most famous figure in the compound is Zhi Shunyi. Dong's fellow villager and comrade-in-arms is also a national fighting hero, and he doesn't rely entirely on Dong's aura. His grandson Zhi Jun and I are classmates and good friends, and I often go to his house to play. His home is a townhouse of divisional cadres, with two floors, upstairs and downstairs, which is very magnificent. The most important thing is that there is a water closet in his home, which makes us very envious.
There are several comic books about Dong's deeds in the old hero's home, which gives me an intuitive feeling about how the hero bombed the bunker. There is another interesting thing in his house-the telephone, which I yearned for infinitely. I couldn't help but pick it up several times. The voice of the female wiring soldier immediately came from inside. Excuse me, where is the head to pick up? I dare not say a word. I stuffed the phone back in a hurry, and I was concerned that people would trace it down and left his house immediately. At that time, only Gao Qian in the compound had a telephone. In our eyes, the telephone was a luxury and mysterious. His family often has fresh things. His uncle is in the Air Force and brought back some airplane models and machine gun bullet casings for him to play with. I liked them and took the opportunity to play with them. I saw many new things in his house for the first time, such as magic wand, instant noodles. At that time, the packaging of instant noodles was printed with a bright and attractive prawn, which made me drool, but I couldn't find the shadow of prawn inside, which puzzled me. At that time, the oil package was not the same as it is now. It was salad oil in a plastic model of shrimp. We broke it and tasted it, but it didn't taste like shrimp at all. It was quite disappointing.
The old hero's treatment is that he can enjoy a single room when he goes to the bathhouse, but we adults and children are all crowded in a big pool, and the dressing room is far away. After taking off all our clothes, we put on heavy wooden slippers and walk to the big pool shivering with cold. My dad is very active sometimes. I don't know what the relationship is. He took my brothers into the single room area and took a few baths. Once he met a shift-changing administrator or superior leader, and shouted loudly in the corridor to expel those who didn't meet his identity. My dad was battle-hardened and didn't take it seriously, scaring my brothers into hiding behind the tightly inserted door.
The old hero is a famous and good husband, and he is very kind to the original wife who came out of the countryside and was paralyzed in the lower limbs. They stayed together until the end of their lives, which is admirable. Many media have reported their deeds, because there are too few people in Gao Qian who don't abandon their wives.
When I was a child, I wrote more than once that I saw an old hero sweeping the fallen leaves on the road in the early morning, which aroused my enthusiasm for doing good work. Frankly speaking, I didn't see it once, which was the result of taking it for granted, but it can't hide the greatness of the old hero at all.
going to school
The primary school in the compound is called Xiangdong Primary School, which seems to have been called Wuqi Primary School and Beidaying Primary School before and after. I stayed there until the end of last semester in the fourth grade.
Primary schools and kindergartens are connected together, which looks like a rectangle in the air. It seems that it turned out to be the landlord's compound (Zhang Zuoxiang's aunt's residence? ), it is also said that it was built by the Japanese. The kindergarten part is carved with beams and painted with buildings, and the wooden floor is very beautiful. After school, I went to watch a puppet show of Jinzhou Puppet Troupe with my children, and I liked it very much. Sometimes I went to play on the slide in their yard, and I was very happy. It can be seen that my hobbies in the first few years of school are still inseparable from the "low taste" in kindergarten, or it may be because I have never been to kindergarten for a day and have always been full of curiosity and yearning for it.
There was a quiz before I entered school. I took out some pictures for me to recognize. I looked at one picture and said it was a shoe seller and clothes, but I didn't give the standard answer of the store accurately. It was a pity, and the rest were correct. In fact, all the wrong answers will not have any impact on admission. After all, there are only a few students in the compound.
The head teacher of Grade 1-2 is an older and amiable teacher, Liu Yalan. We are sitting on a long bench with our hands behind our backs, and her loud voice is ringing in our ears. hitherto