The courtyard has good scenery, clean environment, tree-lined, quiet and orderly. Barracks and family homes are all brick houses, and roads are all plank oil roads and cement brick pavements. Compared with the 768 railway system in rural and quasi-rural areas (with the feeling of shanty towns), it is simply a paradise. Every morning, noon and evening, melodious bugles will be heard from the loudspeaker on time, floating in every corner of the compound. I didn't feel anything at the time. After leaving the compound for many years, I realized that the seemingly monotonous sound of the bugle is actually the most pleasant and kind voice in the world.
play
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 of all, there are few street lamps, and it is dim everywhere. Second, there are fewer people and more trees in the compound, and the wind blows trees to create an atmosphere. I always feel that there are bad people hiding inside, so I have to stay at home honestly. Movies are always shown in the auditorium, and war movies are my favorite. The people's liberation army was invincible and the enemy fled everywhere. It was a pleasant experience! But what impressed me was the horror film. People at that time were timid. Seeing the mysterious giant Buddha and chasing it is enough to scare me. Look at the tramp in India, the villain shouted with a ferocious face: steal, rob, kill and let go! It still rings in my ears. Seeing the black triangle and Lingyuan playing the old lady peeping in the dark made me shudder, not to mention the scene where the man standing by the window was knocked down at the touch of his body, and I almost closed my eyes. The peak is the painted skin. Whenever night falls on the camera, something will happen. When watching this movie, I almost closed my eyes half the time, eagerly looking forward to the appearance of the daytime scene, which was a waste of resources. Hong Kong people are really abnormal in filming, and only they can make the film so horrible. Fortunately, there is no such movie as Midnight, otherwise I would be scared out on the spot. In fact, it is 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 1980s.
1982, Shaolin Temple was shown in the audience for the first time. It's a sea of people, unprecedented. It has never had such a great visual impact and never seen such a beautiful movie. Suddenly, the word martial arts is deeply rooted in people's hearts, and war movies can only rank second.
Once, watching a movie in the auditorium, I was suddenly told that all the cadres had to gather in the loudspeaker urgently. We think something is wrong. Later, we learned that there were two groups of soldiers fighting in the corn field outside the west gate (that is, pickaxes and shovels made of local materials, and it was still difficult to get control knives), and a large number of officers were needed to stop them. It seems that we have never heard of any serious consequences.
During the Spring Festival, there are also Spring Festival entertainment activities, puzzles and games in the auditorium (or the house next to it). I was deeply impressed by a turntable, and different prizes were written on each grid. The last prize "a piece of candy" was the easiest to exchange, which was enough to make me happy. Our neighbor Guohua's father is a cadre in the auditorium. We sometimes sneak in to watch some civil war movies, such as Napoleon, Navy and Isoroku Yamamoto. I don't know much about it except the scene of the war. This scene looks like a sunny day. It seems that peeking at internal movies is not our patent.
We spend most of our time in the garden except at home and school. Although the garden seems to have few flowers and irregular lawns, it is divided into many areas with trees, whether high 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 a game of water fights. Every time I play the basket vest, I get soaked, which is very enjoyable. Now it seems that we don't care much about water resources. Let's reflect.
Many delicious things sold in the army make our mouths water, and we all yearn for them. However, the pocket money on hand is limited, and our parents are very strict and don't let us go often, so we still look at the ocean and sigh. My mother is a staff member of the service agency, and all my aunts seem to know me. I only know a few. At that time, I was very timid and shy. I was 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 although I wanted to feast my eyes, I stopped to go to the garden next to me most of the time. I will never forget that once I waited for my mother to get off work in the backyard of the service agency, and my hands were dishonest. I touched this and that, and saw a small iron gate on an old boiler, so I pulled it up. As a result, the small iron gate was broken and there was no shaft blade. The little toe of my right foot suddenly became the victim of the free fall of the small iron gate. Suddenly, my blood flowed and my pain was unbearable. I cried. So far, the nails on that toe are still irregular.
There is also a young man named Xiaozi who sells meat in a service agency. He has heavy eyebrows and big eyes, is strong and strong, and has long hair and beard. He likes wearing white nylon stockings and leather shoes, and riding a big motorcycle. He definitely belongs to a fashionista of about 80 years. He likes to bully children and grab one in his crotch pants. We are all a little afraid of him. I read someone else's reminiscence article the day before yesterday, saying that he was beaten by a more powerful boy left by a 70' s walking school. It's really gratifying! Unfortunately, it took 30 years to learn the news, and it is even more regrettable that there was no live witness to this exciting scene.
The shooting range is a good place. We did two things there, 1. Picking up shells, mostly AK47 shells, a few are 54 pistols, and the latter has become a treasure. I also picked up a bullet from a 54 pistol that was not fired, indicating that management was negligent at that time. 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, and it is not illegal. From preschool to grade 3-4 of primary school, it's all right. But one day, a classmate accused me of being a student cadre, climbing trees and picking mulberries, and not caring about trees, which was not in line with my cadre status. So he was ordered by the teacher to write a review. I feel very wronged, and I don't think this is any wrong behavior, but I wrote it against my will under pressure.
The fourth division and our compound are neighbors, but we need to climb over the wall. There is a small lake outside the south wall of the primary school. When it freezes in winter, it becomes our skating rink. We make all kinds of ice carts, such as the Ice Thousand. One is a "monorail" ice car, with a wire on the ground and two feet squatting on a small board. I envy the speed at which older children skate. It's a pity that I have never learned it. Sometimes the soldiers of the fourth division patrol and drive us away, causing us to lie on the wall and spy on the sentry. Only when it is safe can we dare to jump, just like guerrilla warfare.
The processing factory is close to my home, so I'll go for a walk if I 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 touched sparrows several times, which was very exciting. Although we didn't catch them, we were quite satisfied. There is a color TV in the meeting room of the processing factory. This is a treasure in an era when television is not popular. I often go there to watch TV at night, and every time it is crowded with people. We can hardly see the faces of the people behind the small TV. Even so, we still insist on watching it with great interest.
This is a plastic processing factory, and Li Jianwei's father is the director of our northern room. 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 burrs with a small knife, which was very decent.
I went to the tofu shop in the processing factory to buy tofu, and I passed a house where freshly slaughtered pork was often piled up. The meat was still shaking, which made me confused.
There is also a deep well near the processing plant, where frogs croak. We used to roast frogs, and the thigh meat was delicious. At that time, there was a shortage of materials, and we were full of yearning for food. In addition to toad meat, I also ate tree oil under the peach tree in front of the logistics department (it looked good, like jelly, but it didn't taste much), Sophora japonica next to the school (a little sweet), dark sky on the roadside (delicious) and dog tickets (delicious). The mulberry mentioned above is naturally delicious. On the way to Ximen Foreign Military Hospital, my mother picked some edamame on the roadside and cooked it for us. It's delicious, but the picking process is a bit scary. After all, "smooth".
Jintun in the north of the compound and 768 (600 households) in the west are the places we often go. What attracts us is mainly the department stores there. The 768 is relatively large, with several floors. Jintun's is very small, just a rural shop. But as long as there is food and firecrackers to sell, it is a great temptation for us. I clearly remember that in the cold weather outside the 768 department store, I bought a few cents of syrup, stirred it with two sticks (which must not be disinfected and used repeatedly) and put it in my mouth. Suddenly a strong wind blew the sticky saliva of syrup on my clothes, and my mouth was "full" by the clothes without eating much. How painful! 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, with my son, the Monkey King, painted on them, and a lightning bolt that was just listed at that time for 60 cents. On the way to Jintun store in the north gate of the compound, there is a small shop selling Piaget, which often attracts me to stop. At present, there are still the fruits of sweeping goods at home: a thick stack of brand-new paintings, from the biography of Yue Fei (the most beautifully made) to the romance of Sui and Tang Dynasties, are quite new and complete, all full-page, and they are not willing to cut into small discs. This thing has been extinct for years. I wonder if the collection market can fetch a good price now.
There is a railway outside the west gate and a small metal processing factory to the north of the railway. We used to go there to steal iron pieces. The shape and size of iron pieces are similar to those of flat ice cream sticks. Up to now, we don't know what it is for. I once owned a tin plate like this, and I couldn't play any tricks. I just have a lot of things that others don't have, which is a kind of show-off capital. I remember that the wall of that factory was not short. I was outside in the yard when my neighbor Guohua, who is two years older than me, jumped in to get the iron sheet. As soon as he jumped out, guards came after him in the distance, scaring us to flee everywhere. Some of them put the tips of their long nails on the rails, and when the train wheels run over them, the tips become flat diamonds, just like Yang Erlang's Tian Fang painting Ji, and there is another treasure in his hand that others don't have, let alone how beautiful it is. But I am timid and a good student in the traditional sense. My intuition tells me that this is wrong (I am not sure whether it can cause a rollover), so I have never practiced it myself.
Old hero
The most famous figure in the compound is Yong Shunyi. Dong's fellow villagers and comrades-in-arms are also heroes of the national war, and they are not entirely dependent on Dong's aura. His grandson Zhijun and I are classmates and good friends. I often go to his house to play. His house is a row house for divisional cadres, with two floors, upstairs and downstairs, which is very imposing. The most important thing is that his family has a toilet, which makes us envy.
There are several cartoons 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 family-the telephone, which I yearn for infinitely. I couldn't help but pick it up several times. There immediately came the voice of a female wiring soldier. Excuse me, where can I pick up the head? I dare not say a word. I stuffed my mobile phone back in a hurry, worried that others would trace it, and left his house at once. At that time, only Gao Qian had a telephone in the compound. In our eyes, the telephone is a luxury and mysterious. There are always fresh things in his house. His uncle is in the Air Force, and brought back some airplane models and machine gun bullet casings for him to play with. I like them and take the opportunity to play with them. I saw many new things in his house for the first time, such as wands and instant noodles. At that time, there was a bright and attractive prawn printed on the packaging of instant noodles, which made my mouth water, but I couldn't find the shadow of prawn inside, which puzzled me. At that time, the oil bag was different from now. It's salad oil in a plastic shrimp model. We opened it and tasted it, but it didn't smell of shrimp at all. This is very 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 everything, we put on heavy wooden slippers and walked to the big pool, shivering with cold. My father is very active sometimes. I don't know what the relationship is. He took my brothers to the single room and took a few baths. Once he met a shift manager or superior leader, shouting in the corridor that he would fire those who did not meet his status. My father fought many battles and didn't take it seriously, scaring my brothers to hide behind the tightly inserted door.
The old hero is a famous good husband, and he is very good to his original wife who is paralyzed in the lower limbs from the countryside. They stayed with him until death, 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 seeing an old hero sweeping the fallen leaves on the road in the early morning aroused my enthusiasm for loving labor and doing good deeds. Frankly speaking, I haven't seen it once. This is a natural result, but it can't hide the greatness of the old hero at all.
go to school
The primary school in the compound is called Xiangdong Primary School, which seems to be called Wuqi Primary School and Beidaying Primary School before and after. I stayed there until the end of last semester in the fourth grade.
The primary school and kindergarten are connected together and look like a rectangle in the air. It seems that this turned out to be the landlord's compound (Zhang's aunt's residence? ), it is also said that it was built by the Japanese. Part of the kindergarten is carved with beams and painted buildings, and the wooden floor is beautiful. After school, I went to see a puppet show of Jinzhou Puppet Troupe with my children, and I liked it very much. Sometimes I go to their yard to play the slide, which is very happy. It can be seen that my hobbies in the first few years of school are still inseparable from the "low taste" of kindergarten, or it may be because I have never been to kindergarten for a day and have been full of curiosity and yearning for it.
There is a quiz before entering school. Take out some pictures for me to recognize. I saw a picture, saying that it was for shoes and clothes, but I didn't give the standard answer of the store accurately. Unfortunately, the rest were correct. In fact, all wrong answers will not have any impact on admission. After all, there are only a few students in the compound.
/kloc-the head teacher of grade 0/-2 is an old and kind teacher, Liu Yalan. We sat on the bench with our hands behind our backs, and her loud voice lingered in our ears. I still clearly remember the scene where she led us to clap our hands and jump up and down to do unarmed exercises. Her tall figure moves flexibly.
Teacher Liu has cultivated two habits for me: one is to write after extracting beautiful words, and the other is to record the polyphonic words in each class to form words. I insisted on these two things until I graduated from primary school, but at that time I was too young and my brain was not flexible enough. I took the trouble to write them down one by one, which made me tired every time.
What I like most in Chinese class is the reading of different roles. Every time I raise my hand, I pray that there are not too few dialogues assigned to the characters. Once, in front of the whole school, a girl and I read the text of the different roles of Swallow. I am a swallow, and she is a mother. I feel that she has taken advantage of me, and my heart is slightly uncomfortable.
My Chinese has always been good and my composition has been well received. What impressed me most was describing a military parade in the city on National Day. At the end of the article, I wrote, "On the way back, I was still immersed in the wonderful scene of the military parade …", which was rated as a stroke of genius by the teacher. Actually, I quoted it.
This composition is still posted on the blackboard for everyone to see.
We were still learning abacus at that time. On the way to and from school, the big abacus rattled in the schoolbag. At that time, the formula of "three times, five times and two times" made my fingers beat. Unfortunately, I forgot all about it now.
The school also held a dictionary look-up competition. The Xinhua dictionary with blue plastic skin turned over quickly, and I almost got full marks. Because of a polyphonic word, I only wrote the pages where the first pronunciation was, ignoring the second pronunciation, so I came to the second one.
In a Spring Festival performance, I told someone a cross talk. This joke is about new teenagers. Cats and mice are used to advocate eating more vegetables to avoid night blindness. One of the lines, "How nice it is to have a flashlight", is still impressive. For this reason, I also tried to recite lines for many days, which is more difficult than reciting texts.
During recess, we often play the game of occupying the city, draw two big boxes and divide them into two groups. In the meantime, we have to cross the middle aisle and be pushed into the city by the other side, and we are out. If the last survivor occupies the other side's corner, which side will win. There are also jumping diamonds, kicking pockets, skipping rope, beating kidnappers and stepping on them, all of which are our favorite.
I was a monitor in primary school and a captain in the third grade. All aspects are very active, and the number of castor seeds and pupa shells handed in is among the best. The teacher in our class also called on everyone to save pocket money, which saves the most money (no matter what parents want). Because my home is near the school, I will be responsible for opening the door tomorrow morning. What is more painful is that I didn't arrive at school until after 6 o'clock in the morning in winter, and I was the only one on the whole campus. I sat quietly in the classroom, listening to the sound of running water in the heating pipe, thinking about the haunted story of this school and kindergarten, and I was afraid.
Of course, there are happy times. At dawn, I was walking in the silent forest in the north of the school when I suddenly heard Kuang Kuang's voice. I looked up and saw a woodpecker pecking at the trunk on a high branch. I can't help but stop and watch. I have read about animals in books before, but now I am really happy to catch insects in the trees overhead.
Our class is engaged in the identification of small red flowers (study+labor+synthesis). My little red flowers have always been the most, and the second place is often a girl named Wang Xiaohua. Once I went to the city with my teacher to participate in a Young Pioneers' activity in Taihe District, where I heard the drum band for the first time in my life, which was the most commonly played song by all primary school students at major events. What I felt at that time was two words: shock, specifically blood boiling and excitement. This shows how closed our primary school is. We don't even have a drum band, and we seldom have contact with other schools. As a student cadre, I only have such an opportunity to "see the world" occasionally. On the way back, the teacher gave us dry bread to eat. By this time, it was past noon. This bread was really delicious when we were hungry, but it was a pity. There was no water or drink, and we were all a little choked after eating. It would be perfect if there were water or drinks.
At that time, we also called on Lei Feng to do good deeds, so I naturally couldn't fall behind. On a chilly day, I led some classmates to the pigsty of the army to clean, but there were no soldiers there, only a few dirty pigs stared nervously at the broom in our hands. We were afraid that the pig would bite us, and its nest really couldn't go down, so we had to sweep around and go back. Without witnesses, there would be no letters of commendation, but my composition added a real material.
The school in the compound also has a feature that other schools don't have, that is, "Xiangyang Garden", which means that the army sends several soldiers with excellent academic performance to be our holiday counselors and take us to carry out various activities. The most interesting thing is to go hiking in Zijing Mountain in the east. We carried a military kettle on our backs, brought some dry food such as biscuits and bread, and lined up for a long journey to Zijing Mountain, where the forest is deep and lush, and there are many invisible animals in the yard. We often catch some slugs to play at home. Every time we take part in this hiking trip, we are very excited, although we are very tired after walking all the way.
Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, we will put on white shirts and blue trousers and March to the very nervous statue of Liang Shiying in Jinzhou Martyrs Cemetery to pay homage to the martyrs' tomb. We regard this as a hiking trip, because we can see the sky outside and eat cookies that we can't usually eat. It can be seen how easy we were to satisfy at that time.
Another big event that I remember deeply happened in our primary school, that is, two children in the compound went swimming or playing by a small lake next to the shooting range. One of them accidentally slipped into the depths of the lake and never came up again. Later, everyone vividly described it as the bottom of the lake in the shape of an iron pot, so it was easy to slide in. When the children frantically called on the soldiers to save lives, what they fished out was a cold body. This incident touched the school very much, and the whole school held a meeting to criticize education. I clearly remember the child who survived by the lake, standing in front of everyone, burying his head deep in his chest and listening to the criticism of the school leaders on the loudspeaker. The central idea of the criticism meeting is that we will never be allowed to go to the wild bath again. I have followed this principle to this day.
I am also responsible for collecting some students' holiday homework and sending it to the teacher's home for correction. The advantage of this is that it can not only urge everyone to write their homework on time, but also reduce the burden on teachers to correct all their homework at the beginning of school. At that time, we didn't make up lessons and didn't have much homework, so there were many happy hours after school, which the children couldn't imagine.
There are only two classes in each grade, with less than 30 students in each class. Because there are so many children of cadres, it is really small class teaching, hehe. Teachers are family members of cadres, and it is best to have a normal background, otherwise the culture will be higher. In short, it is to piece together such a stall to solve the problem of difficult enrollment of cadres' children. However, the shortcomings are also obvious. First, limited by the scale and nature, there is a lack of teaching equipment, even basketball stands and football doors, insufficient teachers, insufficient communication with the outside world, and the overall teaching level is low. Only better than schools in neighboring rural areas such as Jintun, and can't compare with primary schools in the city. Second, because there is no middle school in the compound, most of the children in the fifth and sixth grades of primary school try their best to study in the railway system in the west or in primary and secondary schools in further cities, so as to keep up. In this way, there are only a few students left in the East in 1956, which is really scary and the evening scene is bleak. I'm fine. I successfully "escaped" in the fourth grade and didn't have the opportunity to experience the life of traveling long distances to borrow books.