During the Spring Festival, I went back to No.2 Middle School for a walk. I had to go with two other students that day. Well, a threesome must have my teacher. A fellow traveler is a guide. Bear and I have long forgotten our way. The quiet and dark dirt road in my memory turned into a straight cement road. There are several small factories of hardware and plastics on the road ahead, and there are many self-built houses on both sides of the road near the farm, probably because people from the village have moved in. There are still a lot of open spaces to build houses or factories, and I try my best to search the past scenes in my mind-weeds, thorns and fruit trees. Ming turned the car into Suidong Village and went straight to the school there. At the door, he pointed to the playground and said, remember, this is where we used to play the friendship basketball game. The school seems to have changed a little. I can't remember the basketball game clearly, because I'm not a fan, but I remember the March from the farm base to Suidong Primary School-after dinner, under the guidance of the teacher, there were groups of three and five, laughing and cursing, but the students were young. At the end of the game, they came back in groups of three or five, so students who didn't bring flashlights naturally had to touch the "light" of those who did. Students in seed of love, this is a good opportunity to walk on the country road "aboveboard" with flashlights. The fish ponds around the base have not changed. The kitchen used to be close to the fish pond. After dinner, we sat on the stone bench and ate in front of the fish pond. Pointing to the stone bench, we said, remember, when we were sitting there eating, vegetables or fat pork that we didn't like were directly thrown into the fish pond to feed the fish. Actually, that's what I did. The purpose of the school is to let us come here to experience life, "every grain is hard", but young people still come here to experience a "hard" life, and they are still stubborn. I spent my junior high school and senior high school in Grade Two. The farm was opened in the second day of junior high school (1999), and our class was the first to enter the farm. I tried to find the road section and "signature" laid by our class in the weeds, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I remember a reporter from Yangjiang Daily came to interview our first batch of people stationed on the farm. Now, I can only look back at the trail and the published photos of labor randomly taken in the reserved newspaper clippings.
One of the night activities on the farm is barbecue. The monitor arranged for classmates and chefs to go to the market to buy barbecue food such as chicken wings, beef and fish balls. I don't know whether they bought it or took it from the villagers. A few people, in groups of more than a dozen, burned around the stone stove with red faces. At that time, I was not interested in barbecue, so my enthusiasm was not high and my memory was not deep. The only tile-roofed classroom next to the barbecue field, where we had an agricultural class at that time, was invited by the village head of Suidong Village to give a lecture. Now it has become a building with more than two classrooms on the second floor. There is a long corridor behind the building. There are several stoves in it, and the corridor is full of firewood. Make it clear that this is what we added later, and it is designed for students to practice cooking with fire. There is a basketball court opposite the promenade. I asked when it was added, and the bear said it had been there since we came. Is it? How come I don't remember anything? On the same day, I came back from the farm to have dinner with Rui and talked with him about the basketball court. He also said that he always had it. He said that he was still there, and his classmate, Anonymous, rushed over and tried to grab his basketball. As a result, he accidentally broke his glasses. I smiled, but I still have no impression of the existence of the basketball court. It turns out that a person can turn a blind eye to things that are not of interest, and even have no memory.