There are so many things worth remembering.

In spring, cows bow their heads in the fields and farmers who control them;

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

Members of the people's commune bent down to mow the grass under the scorching sun, and laughter interrupted during recess.

And our eleven or twelve-year-old children, mowing the grass, collecting firewood and throwing mud, fishing birds, shooting slingshots, listening to loud voices on the threshing floor in summer nights and wearing open-backed pants. ...

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

Although the material life in the countryside was very hard at that time, 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 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 coming to us step by step with the society in need!

When I think of my childhood life in the countryside, 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 will slaughter useless old cows, and everyone will wait around the fire and share the cooked beef. Sometimes when people are 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 only saw it once. This is a performance held by the troupe to celebrate the birthday of the members' fathers. It seems that this play is the story of the white snake. For the first time in my life, I watched a stage play at close range, with my chin against 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 in rural neighborhoods more. I remember my cousin's sister-in-law once told me that if I didn't go to his house several 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 can change. .

In the northern countryside, you get drunk when you think about it.

I judge by my picky tongue,

Fresh edamame and peanuts,

Every grain is real,

The sweetness of popcorn,

How hard it is to find in this troubled dust!

In the lush years,

Our fun little toys.

And, and,

A pure country girl,

Shy and charming,

Makes me think I should write a love song every day.

It's like going back to the first love.

Old house, memories

There are too many things that people miss in the countryside. After living in the countryside for more than 200 years, I can't forget many things! Rural people born and bred face their hometown, which is the place where they were 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 spring, the busy figure in the rice field, under a piece of green, people bow their heads and work! The big buffalo tied with a plow and rake is also our childhood partner. Three or two partners are playing with cows in the field. These are all memories of a wonderful childhood, and they are all nostalgic youth!

Maybe even if you don't have as many toys as children in the city in your childhood, you have a group of grown-up children, and many people don't know what it's like to grow up. Is that 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 the countryside, and every age group has an "unbearable" past. With the increasing pressure of life, the post-80s, who are in an awkward age group, are old and young, struggling to survive in the cracks, and more and more miss and cherish the present time.

For the post-80s generation, the most unforgettable time is a happy childhood. Although the conditions are difficult, there is no limit to happiness. I hang out with my friends all day. I'm hungry, and my parents will naturally shout when they cook. I live a confused life all day.

With the growth of age, I have children of my own, and my parents are old, leaving traces of time. At present, I am faced with the most difficult choice. I want to spend more time with my parents at home, but the conditions do not allow. After all, I have to earn money to support my family. As a post-80s generation, I really can't tell you how bitter it is. So I miss our youth 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.

What can be missed will never be forgotten. This question reminds me of my childhood in the countryside. Although I have been away from the countryside for more than 20 years, I still clearly remember my childhood in the countryside.

Spring: We use homemade kites to fly kites in the mountains. About three or five friends, each holding pots and pans, have a picnic outside.

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

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

Take a bottle to catch tadpoles in the river in summer, then bring it back to home and watch tadpoles slowly turn into little frogs.

When I was a child, I would go to the river to play in hot weather and swim like my brothers. My brother didn't feel safe, so I went to play by the river with my friends and got beaten.

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

In winter, shovel up the thick snow with a shovel, and then step on it with your feet to shape the stage. After the stage is built, you and your friends take turns to perform on the stage, and sometimes you will fall into the hole without stepping on the snow.

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

Besides, it's my native cat. I have had cats at home several times. The most unforgettable time was when the cat came back from outside with a mouse in its mouth. The window is its door. When it can't open the window, it will 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 the cat catching the mouse. When I opened the window, the cat jumped in and gave me a fright.

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

At that time, I didn't appreciate the beauty of winter. Snow covered the brown branches, and the sky, underground and mountains were all white, quite like a landscape painting. People outside are very curious about this and take out their mobile phones to record this wonderful moment.

I belong to the post-70 s, at the junction of poverty and wealth. When I was a child, I could certainly dig out some interesting things in my memory. The winter at that time was colder than the winter now, and the ice in the river was thicker. There is a big pond not far from my home. I heard from my mother that this pond was dug by the whole village when it was dry. Because it often collapses and the silt is cleaned up, it collapses into the current pond. I remember when I was very young, I caught a big fish from the pond and gave it to my mother's sick cousin. It's freezing in winter, and there are some 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, singing and beating the frozen ground with sickles. We study, and the school asks us to bring the tools of labor, which is the dung dustpan. When we came home from work, another girl from our village and I also came home from Hebing. She sat in a dung dustpan and asked me to push it on the ice. Later, I sat in and let her push. And the vendors who entered the village. As soon as we heard the rattle, we ran out to see the goods in the hawker's barbed wire. It's all women's shoes, or some girls' shoes. I once saw a famous person in Taiwan Province Province on TV. He talked about a painter named Zhang Zeduan who drew a hawker on a fan in the Song Dynasty, indicating that this hawker business has a long history. My girlfriend in the same cluster and I will collect some junk together, and wait for the vendor to take it out and change something tied to our heads. We will share it between us. At that time, we were poor, and not everyone would trade with money, but we could also trade with scrap iron. I don't want to, and the more I think about it, the more I can't finish it.