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Mondo Social Updated on 2024-02-26

Our generation has tasted all the bittersweet and sour, and after ups and downs, it is the most hard-working generation and the proudest generation!

In the fifties, sixties and seventies, the life of that era was in a mud house, with a table of eight immortals. Dazhai of agriculture and Daqing of industry.

At a young age, he can work and grow vegetables. Talking radio, favorite to listen to the radio.

Scooters, permanent and flying pigeons. All tickets are used for shopping, and food stamps are used for food.

Little sisters of the grassland, deeds are told every day. It's hard, but it's full of sweet memories!

Everything is distributed (such as: brown sugar, kerosene, meat stamps, cloth stamps, lard stamps, grain stamps, etc.), only buy two catties of pork during the New Year, sometimes I don't eat pork during the New Year, I am too poor, and I am tied to the production team every day for 365 days a year to do work without being idle (without resting) for a day.

Although there was poverty in that era, the human affection was very true, pure, and real.

Hunger is caught up when you give birth, boycott when you go to school, unemployed when you go to work, late marriage when you get married, and family planning when you have children. It just so happened that I was caught up with the layoffs, and I was unemployed, my children went to school and the tuition fees were high, and the price of medicine was raised when my health failed, and I looked forward to retiring and paying pension insurance. 6-7 thousand per year.

It was a time that is hard to forget. It is really not easy for us post-50s people, who have experienced the test of several sports and starved. Decades of ups and downs,

Self-hatred of the years of gains and losses, old and new can not be mentioned, after the hope of the past, when is our generation enough, the dawn of the East, the moon in the West is low, unconsciously into the cemetery.

The truest and most beautiful poem, let me go back to my childhood, laughing with tears when reading, and it became a story after the clouds.

Our generation has had a hard time, and we have endured bitterness and bitterness. After a long and bumpy road, I look back on it with tears in my eyes.

Our generation, hard work and opportunity create elites, after half a century of spring and autumn, in the blink of an eye, they have become old men and old ladies.

In our generation, when the grain is harvested in the autumn, every family is happy, and the rice buckets used to threak in that era are now remembered in my heart.

Our generation, childhood every day to look forward to the year, good food and drink and new clothes to wear, young people do not know the taste of sorrow, although lack of food and clothing, but life is carefree, nature is beautiful, boys and girls do not distinguish each other, pigweed, seedlings, and on the seedlings to find eggs, pick cotton, dry grass to feed cattle, are all to earn work. In summer, I swim in the water every day, fishing for fish, shrimp and crabs.

In the past, there were fish, shrimp, turtles, crabs, insect larvae, frogs, cicadas, dragonflies, clams, razor clams, snails, river mussels, stinky turtles, snakes, and so on in the small ditch, but now they are all extinct.

There are only a few books in the whole village, borrowed and passed around, every time like a treasure, hungry and thirsty, sacred, "bitter cauliflower", "Fire King Kong", "Railway Guerrilla" these old books were borrowed at that time, the new book is "Xia Island", which was bought by my father, and I read it under the kerosene lamp I don't know how many times. People are full of desire to explore, and they will not be satisfied with the status quo, because the status quo is full of existential crises.

The second set of renminbi issued in 1955, 10 yuan was the largest face value at that time, and a pound of rice was 0$146 and the smallest denomination of the coin.

The sugar gourd of that era was really long, and I hadn't eaten it anyway.

The game of the past, the jumping band, the hearty voice, 256 257 28 29 31 Doesn't it feel all too familiar.

These are unforgettable memories of the fifties and sixties! (Worth cherishing).

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