Qi Fan Qi Micro Lessons Part (110) Word Count: 2319 Cumulative Word Count: 199544 It has been 25 years since my father left us. If he were still alive, he would be a hundred years old in two years.

As long as I can remember, my father has had silver hair.

At that time, my father was a cadre who had returned to his hometown in the 1960s. He had retired from his position as commune secretary and returned to his hometown to work in farming.

With his hard-working hands, his father led a group of people to establish a forest farm of more than 1,000 acres for Murakami.

Since then, the village has had its own forest farm, including economic forests, timber forests, grain fields, and orchards.

At that time, I often went to the forest farm with my father. He led the workers to work while I played on the side.

Autumn is the happiest season because there are endless fruits to eat, such as apples, sand fruits, plums, peaches, etc., as well as fragrant roasted sweet potatoes.

For as long as I can remember, I have been following my father to the Jiangchagou Forest Farm three miles away from home and enjoying all the delicious food. In that era when there was not enough to eat, I was never hungry.

Because my father is the founder of the village forest farm, everyone takes special care of me.

When I was old enough to go to school, my father took me, put on the cloth schoolbag my mother had made for me, and sent me to the village primary school.

Only once, I went back to school by myself after school.

When I was in the third grade, I had a severe toothache and was unable to go to school. My father took me to the village clinic every day to see a doctor.

This section of the road was also more than three miles long. Because I had a toothache and couldn't eat, I couldn't walk very far. My father picked me up and continued walking.

At that time, there was no good treatment for toothache. They only prescribed some Western medicines such as metamizole, tetracycline and analgesics, plus the folk remedies of drinking alcohol in the mouth and stuffing Sichuan peppercorns between the teeth. Although it did not have much effect, it did not

There's no better way than this.

In my memory, the drugs I took the most as a child were metamizole, tetracycline, and painkillers.

Metamizole was a white and large tablet. My mother was afraid that I would not be able to swallow the medicine she bought, so she helped me break it into two or three pieces.

Tetracycline is okay, slightly smaller, swollen pills, wrapped in a layer of yellow sugar coating, and it's a little sweet when you lick it.

I have some skills in taking medicine. I put it all in my mouth and took a sip of warm water. I swallowed it in one go without raising my head. This should be attributed to the practice I gained from drinking metamizole and tetracycline when I was a child.

In the two years from 1983 to 1984, my father retired from the forest farm. He still retired and took me to plant pitch pines on the barren hill diagonally opposite our home.

It turned out that he had already cultivated a nursery on the hillside of the forest farm, cultivated a large number of Chinese pine seedlings, and planted hundreds of acres of Chinese pine forest in the village.

There were some not so good seedlings left. I dug them up one by one and carried them to the barren hill diagonally opposite my house. I planted more than 3,000 seedlings among the bushes.

That year, I was twelve years old.

Another year later, I graduated from the village primary school and entered the commune junior high school with third place. In the winter of the same year when I entered junior high school, the location of the school was changed from the people's commune to the town.

When the commune was converted into a town, the new town government invited a theater troupe to sing in the auditorium, and a seven-day material exchange meeting was held on the street, which was very lively.

Come to celebrate the founding of the town, marking the end of the people's commune era and setting sail on a new journey.

My father took my mother to the town to watch a play. After the play, we wandered around the streets and bought sesame seed cakes for me to keep. After school was over in the afternoon, he personally delivered them to me at school.

When I went to school in the town, I had to walk more than 30 miles home. There were no cars at that time, and the most common ones were tractors. Even better, the green Beijing jeeps used by government leaders.

Families with better conditions began to have bicycles. To make it easier for me to go to school, my father bought a piglet for ten yuan. My mother went out to collect pig grass every day. After a year, she fed the pig and sold it for one hundred and eighty yuan.

, bought me a Hongqi bicycle, and from then on I had my own "Hongqi bicycle".

I don’t know how to ride a bicycle yet. After returning home from school on Saturday, my father taught me how to ride a bicycle on the road outside the village.

He supported me from behind, and I rode on first, then trembled and walked forward on the road.

I can’t remember how many times I fell down. My father encouraged me not to be afraid and come again.

The wheat field at home was completely bare after harvesting the wheat.

My father often helped me learn to drive in the wheat field.

Unfortunately, I'm just too stupid to learn.

Once I had a dream at night, dreaming that I was riding a bicycle on the road.

When I had nothing to do the next day, I pushed the car on the road to practice.

God gave me the advantage of being a tall person. I raised my legs and rode up first. Then I pushed my feet hard and the car started smoothly.

Unexpectedly, I finally learned to ride a bike.

In the third year of junior high school, due to my poor hearing, several teachers in the junior high school taught in very low voices, which caused me to fall behind in my homework.

I had no choice but to drop out of school and go home.

My father didn't blame me, but told me that there is always a path, and if I can't go to school, I should go home and work hard.

Because I dropped out of school, I felt depressed for a long time and even thought about committing suicide, but fortunately I didn't have the courage to commit suicide.