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I want to talk about my bitter prose in those days.
The college entrance examination forty years ago seems to be yesterday. There are many past events, just like a song in my heart.

cold

The school is more than 20 miles away from home, and walking to school is early every day. The winter before the exam, the headmaster said it was a waste of time to go to school and had to live on campus. The general dormitory is Datong store, with more than 20 people. Take care of our four top students, plus 1 son, deputy director of the commune (now township), and live in the best small single room in the school.

This single room is a veritable "four-walled home" with a kang and a kang hole all over the house. Nothing else. Forget the table, there is not even a lame bench.

When we first checked in, the five of us wrote a rotation table with dignity, stipulating that the staff on duty would burn kang at night. However, the firewood is too wet to burn easily. It takes a lot of effort to heat the kang, and it will also make the smoke roll. Everyone cares about learning, and no one wants to waste time, so everyone unanimously decided not to burn kang at all. All winter, there was no spark at all, and the water in the washbasin was frozen into ice.

The deputy director's son can't stand this crime. He lived in the house for a few days and ran away quietly.

The four of us, all children of farmers, are against the construction. In the evening, I lie on the cold' heatable adobe sleeping platform' and concentrate on solving problems. I can't seem to feel the cold. Every night before going to bed, my legs cramped and my legs and stomach were pulled into a hard knot. This classmate just finished rubbing his legs when he cried again. Don't try to have a good sleep.

He was only 17 years old at that time. Sleeping on a cold kang for a winter doesn't make you sick. It's really an old saying: a stupid child sleeps on a cold kang because he is strong.

hungry

The school is at the foot of Xishan Mountain, which is two miles away from the street. Live on campus and eat three meals a day in the canteen. There is an arm-long railing hanging on the eaves in front of the canteen. When having dinner, the host skillfully knocked on the railing. The sound of the track is nice, but the food is really not so good.

Breakfast: a big tortilla with five fingers, a bowl of soup without oily smell, and a few old cabbage leaves floating; Lunch: a bowl with a few Chinese cabbage leaves floating in it, soup without oily smell, a big cornmeal cake with five fingers printed on it; Dinner: a big tortilla with five fingers, a few old cabbage leaves floating in a bowl, and no oil soup.

Today is a cookbook, tomorrow is a cookbook and the day after tomorrow is a cookbook. As far as I can remember, I haven't changed my appearance all winter.

Whenever the tracks ring, the students don't run to the canteen, but walk slowly to the canteen. I'm still hungry without eating. Eat, it tastes terrible. Without nutrition, once you pee, your stomach will be flat. I'm too thin to weigh a bag of cement. Sometimes my pants slip and always fall off.

At that time, I was hungry all day.

Sleepy

There is a motto on the wall:

Why do you need sleep in your life? Rest in peace after death.

Every day, four students don't chat and study silently. I study until 2 am. The room is cold, my hands are too cold to hold the pen, my feet are numb with cold, and my nose is cold and red. We ran around the playground. It was very hot, so I went into the house and lay down to sleep.

When I was running, my classmates asked me, what do you want to do first after the college entrance examination? I swear: do nothing and sleep for 7749 days.

At that time, it was a sleepy.

complain

The headmaster stood at the front desk every Monday morning exercise and vowed, "If you pass the exam, you will reward everyone with a radio!" " Below, there was an uproar: wow!

1979, the radio is equivalent to our peasant children's laptops. The temptation is too great. I decided to buy a radio for my father.

Principal, from winter to summer, even the day before the exam.

After the college entrance examination, the scores came out. The headmaster is both happy and sad. Happily, almost half of our class was admitted. Sadly, I didn't expect to be admitted so much, and the school was poor and couldn't afford it. The headmaster never spoke on the stage again, let alone on the radio.

I complained then.