Walking on the road to Xiaoliang King in the countryside, breathing in the fresh air, the autumn fields are so colorful. Kiss the crops in the field, the dark leaves of corn and sorghum beat my head, as if to tell something; Millet and soybeans shook my hand as if to give me strength. When the autumn wind rises, the whole field, whether plants, weeds, or leaves, is swaying, smiling, and whispering.
I was promoted to Xiaoliang Wang Pupu High School to study, and a school district was added. Although one-third of our junior high school classmates went to county high schools, those who were not recommended stayed in the local area, one-third of them graduated from junior high school and became commune members, and the other one-third chose the same as me. But I think that being able to enter high school is something I didn't even dare to think about before, and my high school dream has come true, and I feel that this day is new.
Go out of the village to the west, turn into the provincial 104 road and go north for more than four miles and turn westward, and you will arrive at it for five or six miles. There is a river near Xiaoliangwang Village, which leads to the river of Wentong. The source of the river to lead Wen Jiyun is in Gangcheng, the 17th Ningyang water division of the Ming Dynasty Zhang Sheng in 1474, the current Gangcheng dam built by changing the site, dug a canal of 9 miles to the south at the outlet gate, known as the Xiaohu River, and the water is still murmuring.
King Liang is the legend of the five dynasties after Liang Zhu Huang (name Wen, Quan Zhong), once stationed here, so the king of Liang as the name of the village, and then divided into two villages, big and small Liang Wang. Walk west along Xiaoliangwang Street, and the west end will arrive at Xiaoliangwang Lianzhong, which sits in the north and faces south. Inside the wooden nailed gate, there is a large orchard to the west, and our classrooms are in the first row to the east.
Although it was boring geometry, the two eyes still radiated positive energy, and the high-pitched language was very attractive, and the students saw hope. The teachers of Chinese, physics, and chemistry all graduated from high school, and some have not graduated for a long time. The parrot stammered, and before he could understand what he said, the teachers started a nameless fire: "You students, you are as stupid as pigs." "It is difficult to make it clear to men because of its faintness.
The field of hope is yellow again. I got up in the morning, traveled more than ten miles to the school to attend classes, ate some pancakes for breakfast, and drank the school's paste. I came home from school at noon with my stomach growling. After crossing the Xiaohu River Bridge, I did not go straight, and ran diagonally to the southeast at the intersection of the Xuhe River, stepping on the yellow earth that had just sown wheat, and the provincial highway 104 formed a right-angled triangle, and the hypotenuse was shortened by two miles than the two straight sides. On the yellow earth, 10,000-volt high-voltage lines are erected, and porcelain bottles on telephone poles sparkle in the sunlight. The students had nowhere to go, so they picked up the garbage on the ground and threw it at the four-meter-high porcelain bottle. Bang, it's broken. Bang, it's broken again. The construction workers found out and drove us away, and they dispersed, knowing that this could not be done anymore.
There is no road in the world, and the road is formed when people walk more. This hypotenuse slowly got an imprint, and the footprint became thicker and thicker, forming a trail. After eating at home at noon, go back to school and go home in the afternoon. More than 40 miles a day, I was thin and small, not practicing, but malnourished. The wheat seeds sown by people did not give up germination, the loess became green, and the green became more and more intense, but the hypotenuse we stepped on was still faint, and the path that was obliquely inserted in the wheat field attracted the attention of adults. The two villages of Huanheya and Xiaoliangwang sent people on duty from both ends, and when they were blocked, they asked him to hug the wheat field with a nail rake and hug it again, and he was tired enough. It worked, and it forced us back to the right path.
Looking back, the road to school is like starting the crank of a Jiefang car, and the road out of the village is like a section of the hand, sending out power. In the middle is Provincial Highway 104, a section of the boost. A long stretch of afterburner, straight into the school. The driver's master clenched the crank, down-to-earth, held his breath, picked up his arms, and the car turned quickly like a full clockwork. But our school seems to never be able to turn around, just a deflated ball, wilting. Shake and shake, but it didn't make a name.
The spring of 1978 still came. When the notice came, I don't know whether it was happy or worried, the universal high school was revoked, I went back to the village primary school and junior high school to study, and participated in the county's high school unified examination, and I was fortunate to be admitted to the county No. 1 middle school. Teacher Wei, who teaches Chinese, assigned the title of the essay "New Day", and I improvised it:
Going to high school is my dream, and walking into Ningyang No. 1 Middle School makes me elated. After the report, I lay in bed at night and couldn't sleep with excitement. The lush cypress trees divide the campus into many pieces, the European-style lock skin hall building of the teaching office is so quaint, and the bottles and cans in the laboratory are dazzling...
Learn mathematics, physics and chemistry, and you are not afraid to do it all over the world. "That's what my grandfather said. How can I learn? Languages, politics, geography and history, so many new books, double the study.
Dadi-tock--" The loud trumpet sounded. I dimly dressed and went to the playground to look at the rising sun in the east. A new day is coming.