48 years after graduating from high school, 63 people in the class, 17 people passed away!
*It is not a substitute for memory, but it can preserve everyone's memory. Yes, every moment of life deserves to be cherished. Looking back on July 1975, we said goodbye to the campus, 48 years of time, time is like a sharp knife, ruthlessly cutting away the traces of memory, and now look at those old **, I find that there are very few old classmates who can remember their names.
There are some things that were once fresh in their memories, but now they are blurred, and some people don't even have any impressions, as if we never crossed paths.
In those days, every one of us did our best, and many of us got up at three or four o'clock in the morning every day, studied hard in the classroom with kerosene lamps in hand, and some even went back to the dormitory until midnight.
At that time, those of us children from the countryside knew that only by passing the "single-plank bridge" of the college entrance examination could we change our destiny. However, a movement ruthlessly shattered all of our dreams, and most of us went home to farm.
I was no exception, and after more than a year of farm work at home, in December of the following year, I put on my military uniform and became a soldier. In the first days, when I looked at the graduation photo from high school, I could clearly remember the name of every student in the class, who sat on the blackboard, who was closest to which window, who had been "educated" by the teacher, who had a crush on which female classmate, who was at the same table with whom, who was in a group with whom.
When I opened the graduation photo again, I found that there were only a few names left. Forty-eight years later, in early July, our class president took a lot of trouble to organize a large-scale class reunion.
During the meeting, I learned that 17 of the 63 members of our class had died. After getting to know it, I learned that my hometown is one of the places around me with the highest chance of cancer.
My hometown is a large agricultural county with a dense population. Although the urban framework has expanded in recent years, the industrial economy is still unable to support local development. Many young people choose to go out to work.
While attracting investment has brought some jobs, it has also brought serious environmental problems.
I used to make small talk with taxi drivers on the way home in a taxi. He told me that in recent years, many businesses have sprung up in the county, making many people rich. However, some companies do not comply with regulations and discharge wastewater in violation of regulations, causing the river water to become turbid, and some companies even dig deep wells and use high-pressure pumps to discharge sewage into the ground, seriously polluting the groundwater.
If this continues, the number of people with cancer will only increase. Of my 17 deceased classmates, two died in car accidents, one fell off a scaffolding on a construction site, one committed suicide, one was killed by a fan blade of a wheat threshing machine while working on the farm, and one was electrocuted for stealing electricity, and the rest all died of various cancers.
In fact, our class is all post-50s, the oldest is 71 years old, the youngest is 67 years old, according to the average life expectancy of Chinese, this age should be regarded as the age of retirement.
But such a death rate is probably the highest of any class. Whether my old classmates have left the world or are still there, they are a very precious memory in my life.
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