Today, in the twenties of the 21st century, the social civilization is highly developed, and the great China has entered an unprecedented grand situation, but the three-year epidemic has intensified the economic contradictions in the society, I used to be an Internet worker with a good income, unemployed at home, and I have more time to think and reminisce at home, I was born in 90, recalling my childhood life, just like an old movie, the kind of movie on the big white cloth, vague and real, longing and confusion, interesting and comfortable, China in the 90s has just started, at that time, whether it was urban or rural, China had no mechanical noise and noise, the sky is also more clear and refreshing, I was born in 90 and accompanied my parents from the countryside to the county seat to Beijing, and experienced a lot of memories of the days, developing families, and developing countries always have a lot of bitterness and bitterness, I think 23.74 million people were born in 90, or 1 was born in the 90s7.5 billion people will have memories with me, I can't write, but at this time I want to share it, so that people of the same age can look forward to that rare peace in this era of rapid development, and I hope that all those who read will slow down their speech and return to that peace.
If you are willing to read my articles, please don't be afraid of boring, slow down your speech and your thinking, from the noise of work to calm, from the traffic of the city to peace.
I don't know exactly when and where the timeline in my memory started, but what I remember very clearly is my grandmother's family and my village's home, my family has my parents, my brother and my brother, and then my brother has a daughter-in-law and two dolls, and I also married a wife, and my life is quite happy.
My father was a judge, and my father's life was plain but meaningful, and I think my father's life was actually very exciting, but my father was not good at expressing it, and I only knew bits and pieces.
He was born in a big family, he had four older brothers and two sisters, and maybe five older brothers (they all said that there was an uncle who died young, but I just heard that), the first ten years after liberation had not passed, in those days, such a big family did not have enough to eat, but because his grandfather had a carriage but was identified as a middle peasant, so his father grew up and suffered a lot, and he was also thin and small.
Mother is not far from the village, the Zhuangzi is smaller and smaller Surrounded by mountains, like a swallow's nest, the mountain is not high but light, the mother is the eldest daughter of the family, so she must be strong everywhere, and after helping this and that, it can be regarded as supporting a piece of the world. My mother has a younger sister and three younger brothers, and it is also an incredible thing that my mother is not thin in a poor peasant family.
Father 17I went to be a soldier at the age of 8, more than ten years of military career, my father is the Air Force, it is said that he has made meritorious contributions on the battlefield [self-defense counterattack against Vietnam], I also vaguely received him with a third-class merit written on it, and an enamel cup with a big red award word, many years have passed, only some old-fashioned military uniforms and hats from my father, some collar flowers, many don't know to go** I have been listening to my father tell the story of his army since I was a child, and after graduating from university, I also joined the army for two years, although I did not make meritorious contributions, but I was also awarded many times and won the title of outstanding soldier.
I don't know how my mother and father met, but occasionally I remember my mother's memories and my father's work as a worker in the army, in their 32nd year, with me, the whole family was surprised everywhere, my appearance brought a lot of changes to the family, I also blamed myself for this, my brother is no longer an only child, my father's promotion has just succeeded, because my appearance has to face a choice, and finally my parents still changed jobs and returned to the place, where I was born, and where they were born.
Here I listen to the story when I don't remember, my own chaotic life, why is it a chaotic life?At the age of 33, I feel that I am still ignorant, it may be the difference of times and experiences, I yearn for the justice in my heart, the utopia in my heart, but the reality is always hazy, the past is not willing to forget, but can not change, I want to strive for the joy of tomorrow, but I can't change.
My parents were the same age, and when I was 33 years old, I was born in the summer, and I didn't know it, and I began to remember it, and I often heard them talk about it when I was a child, and my father returned to that village after changing jobs.
There are many contradictions in Dad's family, but I also hear about it, but the final result is that our family is in this village, but we do not have our own home, we rent an old house of my grandfather's neighbor's house, an old mud house, an old house that leaks rain from time to time, yellow courtyard walls, yellow roofs, and the creaking sound of the small dark wooden door, under the window of the east house, I clearly remember the lush moon tree, yes, it is the moon tree, many branches, maybe more than one and a half meters in diameter, taller than my father, and the flowers bigger than the face are very fragrant
I still vaguely remember a lot of things at home, two big boxes, camphor wood boxes with tiger head locks, it is said that when my parents got married, they were still there, a set of sofas brought back by my father's Cong Army, it was originally a set of very strong, but the largest half was given to my uncle's house, only two single sofas with armrests left, and the armrests were covered with a cloth like a pillow towel on top of which was indeed a layer of lace cloth, and there was a small shop coffee table between the two sofas, and there was a clock on the coffee table, the kind that would ring the bell, and a coral ornament that was not high upright, and the villages in the north were sleeping on the kang, and the loess pad was also neatI remember that the stove of the kang broke down once, and my father bought loose hair and wiped it with yellow clay and wheat stalks, but the dilapidated kang still occasionally emitted choking white smoke. In winter, when the fire is not burning, I use electric mattresses, but this is very dangerous, and I have seen the scene of electric mattresses on fire at home.
I remember that there were three rooms on each side of the rented hut, and I couldn't remember what was put on the west side, we lived in the east, and in the middle was what we called "stove fire underground", that is, there were two stoves, and this land was stored in pure soil, and the brother who went to school, as well as his two little brothers, always spit "water" on it here, and see that the water droplets did not spread out, dripping and making a lot of money, and then slowly seeping down from the water droplets. The wooden doors and windows weren't so familiar, and I remember my brother could easily open the window with a small ballpoint refill, and he would open that kind of pinball lock, which his two playmates did, pick the lock, let him out, lock me inside, and go over the wall to play, leaving me in the house (well, it wasn't easy for me to grow up).
It was my first home and the first place I remember.
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