In the countryside of the 80s, life is simple and there is a little happiness, and the post-80s who have entered the year of confusion began to miss the life of childhood, our generation, I have lit kerosene lamps, watched black and white TV, been obsessed with riding two or eight bars, sold five cents of popsicles, five cents of saccharin, two cents and five cents of white rabbit playing cards, took corn stalks as sugarcane, stole melons at home, caught fish in the river, dug birds' nests in the trees in the village, drilled wheat fields, caught grasshoppers, all this seems to be yesterday, but it has become a distant memory.
The watch that was drawn on the wrist when we were children, it never walked, but it took away the best time of our childhood;When I was a child, I wanted to buy everything in the village shop, but I didn't have a penny in my pocket, and when I grew up, I could buy everything in the supermarket, but I didn't know what to buy to be happyWhen I was a child, I cried and cried and laughed, and when I grew up, I laughed and laughed but cried ......, the hometown that I wanted to escape from the most when I was a child, but when I grew up, it became a distant place that I couldn't go back to.
In those days, there was a wheat holiday, every year when the wheat was harvested, the school would be closed, and when I saw the adults take out the rusty sickle, dip it in water and wipe it on the whetstone, I knew that it was ready to cut the wheat, and the wheat field under the scorching sun was empty, and the temperature was so hot that the hands full of wheat rust and blisters endured to finish cutting the wheat. When night fell, the adults used a cart to transport the wheat back to the wheat field.
The sweetest moment is in the hot summer, can eat a five-cent popsicle, but for us whose pockets are cleaner than our faces, we can only secretly rummage through our mother's basket, or use the wheat and beer bottles we have picked up to exchange for one, and the moment we eat it in our mouths, the hot temperature seems to become cool and pleasant, and I am particularly envious of our partners who can take out a dollar from their pockets, and feel that they have realized the freedom to eat snacks.
At that time, the keen book was the story meeting, everyone's yellow canvas schoolbag, always have to put a few books, the story inside is fascinating and envious, the classroom is often greeted by the teacher's chalk head, and then it is confiscated, standing on the wall outside the classroom, at that time I particularly hated the confiscation of the story of the teacher, so I gave each teacher a nickname that I thought was interesting, and everyone was very happy in private.
At that time, the marriage in the village was very simple, the parents and close relatives of both sides met in private in advance, and it basically became, whose little daughter-in-law was handsome or not, but the banquet and the movie shown at night were particularly high, the banquet meant that you could finally eat drooling braised pork and sweet soup, and the evening open-air movie was the most anticipated thing in childhood, on the day of the screening, the small bench was carried early, sitting in front of the curtain, everyone stared at the white cloth happily, when the incandescent light was lit up, the crowd of people was suddenly silent。
On a hot night with mosquitoes flying, lying on a wooden bed surrounded by a fence, counting the stars in the sky, my mother fanned her fan, while telling the myths and stories she had heard, and when she opened her eyes again, it was dawn the next day. Thirty or forty years have passed in a blink of an eye, but the childhood time of the 80s has gradually become clear, everyone has their own childhood memory fragments, has it set off ripples in your heart?