The family home is a magical place. It has the nostalgia of a traditional rural area and the infrastructure of a modern community. The adults are all colleagues, and the children naturally become playmates.
In the circle of friends, I am relatively small. Generally speaking, my sisters have the final say on what to play and how to play, and the final decision-making power basically belongs to the most domineering young lady. She was usually a housewife when we played house, and we went to pull weeds in the hot sun. When we came back sweating profusely, she elegantly cut them into small pieces and let us eat them. Sister Jun is very clever and she taught me origami patterns almost every day when I was a child. I am now considered a handicraft enthusiast, and I think it has a lot to do with her cultivation back then. At that time, she still had a lot of riddles she heard from somewhere, such as "a pot, two halves, and a rat's nest in the middle." The answer was - butt. (Sweat...)
Sister Xiaoxue is three years older than me. She likes to teach me how to wipe my mouth the way White Snake does, which is to put a handkerchief on your finger and dot it around the mouth. She also likes to play with me in the game of bastard drawing. After all the pairs are thrown, she will say: "Here, I will give you the whole card, and make it into a fan shape like mine." Of course it is strange in the end, because I lose. Now whenever I can't hold the cards in my hand, I will think of her who was considerate back then.
I was very perceptive when I was a child. Sometimes adults would have conversations like this: "Why haven't I seen you playing cards in the past two days?" "I have something to do." At that time I When I was in kindergarten, I often skipped school. The teacher asked: "Why didn't you come to school yesterday?" I said: "I have something to do." I went to buy grapes with the adults, and the vendor said: "It's very sweet. If you don't believe me, try one." I suddenly realized it. I went to the cake shop where I often hang out, pointed at one of the cakes and asked: "Grandpa, how much does it cost to buy one?" He said: "One yuan." I asked again: "How about trying one?" "... also One dollar. ”
I am not only savvy, but also greedy, and I will do anything to cheat and kidnap you. One time when my father was cooking, he found that there was no MSG, so he asked me to buy it at the nearby store. As a result, the vegetables were all cooked and there was still no MSG. When I went out, I saw that I was walking and eating chocolate.
At that time, there was an intersection near the school, and there was a very tall TV tower in the middle of the road, which was equivalent to the Eiffel Tower in our county. There is a night market around the tower. Once, a couple at a barbecue stall caught my attention. The woman had a cold face, and the man was so attentive that he ordered a large handful of mutton skewers. I've never seen anyone order so much, and I thought they wouldn't be able to finish it, so I ate the rest. Finally, I watched all the mutton skewers being eaten and left with heavy steps.
When he was four years old, there was a three-year-old little Hao Di who was going to buy bubble gum with a dime. I said very domineeringly that sister would buy it for you, and he really obediently gave me the money. I bought it and ate it myself. Later, when I was in high school, he went to the same school as me. Sometimes we bumped into each other on the street. I remembered that I had tricked him when I was a kid, and I never dared to look directly at him.
Children's sense of taste seems to be particularly sensitive. For example, when brushing teeth as a child, toothpaste will feel spicy. One time, the little Meng girl took a can of Sprite and said, "It's too spicy. Mom asked which kid would like to drink it." Everyone took a sip and said it was so spicy that they stopped drinking it. I also took a sip, although it was also very spicy, but it was still spicy. Want to drink it. But everyone was so reserved, and I couldn’t lose my temper anymore, so I shook my head heartbrokenly and said I wouldn’t drink anymore. It was a rare moment of restraint for me about food, and I was very impressed.
Dad said I can’t afford to feed you because you are so good at eating, so I should sell you. I said, then sell me to Sister Xiaohuan’s house. He asked why, and I said it was because her family opened a canteen. This joke is widely circulated in family homes. When I was a child, I always thought that Sister Xiaohuan's family was the richest, and I also made up the story that her father lived a luxurious life and blew bubble gum every time he pooped.
Miss Xiaohuan has been taller since she was little. She is gentle and steady, and her family situation seems to be better. She is really like Xue Baochai. For her birthday, all I have to do is give her a silly painting, and she can have a huge piece of cake.
One year in leap May, she celebrated two birthdays, and we also ate a lot of cakes. At that time, I felt that my life was really good, like a young lady from a rich family. Of course, she also has silly moments. Once everyone discussed what the lyrics of the previous line of "The water of the West Lake~my tears~" were. Some people said it was "Ah ha ha ha ha~" but Sister Xiaohuan insisted that it was "I told you to take it, I told you to take it~" I couldn't figure it out at the time, what should I be asked to take.
She seems to be very kind to me. She often plays table tennis with me, who is a poor player, and she also saved her breakfast money to buy me ice cream. One day I used gouache to draw a girl with thick glasses and a depressed spirit. I was very rebellious at that time, so I resentfully named it "Contemporary Middle School Student" (haha, embarrassing). After the painting, I felt it was awesome and I was so proud that I covered it with a one-foot-square plastic foam frame to create a picture frame. She also liked it very much and made lace for the picture frame with me. You need to draw a line drawing first, then color it with gouache, then cut it out and glue it to the frame. This is really a delicate job. We have been busy for a long time, and before we knew it, there were stars outside the window.
Opposite the east side of the family courtyard is the school playground. Among all kinds of sports equipment, the most popular one is the swing, which is very high, like the Korean ones. Sometimes two people are facing each other and pedaling staggered, and some good people can even level the swing. I am one of them. Under the setting sun, the higher the swing swings, the closer people are to the clouds in the sky. When it was almost flat, some people below started cheering: "Look! It's flat!" At this time, the people on the swing were so proud that they pedaled a few more times, then slowly slowed down and jumped off handsomely. There are also swings in the community now, but I don’t play much. First, it’s silly for me to play with it as an adult, and it will be hated by children. Second, the swings now are very short. For me, the happiness given by the big swing is no longer enough. Beyond – What kind of protein is tofu to someone who has eaten meat?
My favorite piece of equipment right now is the parallel bars. Every time I sit on it, it becomes a time machine, taking me back to my childhood. At that time, everyone invented various tricks, such as "hanging upside down on the golden hook" and "riding a bicycle". When we encountered adults drying their quilts on the parallel bars, we would hide inside and play around. When I was tired from playing, I lay on the soft quilt to bask in the sun, and fell asleep after a while.
At that time, role-playing games were often played, and the scripts were adapted from popular TV series. Rock, paper, scissors, if you win, you can play your favorite role. If Miss Jun wins, she will usually play the role of the White Snake, the King of the Daughter Kingdom, or the Guanyin Bodhisattva. If I win, the most I can do is Xiao Qing, Bi Lian, and Nezha. Losing is even worse, you can choose scorpion spirit, centipede spirit or white bone spirit. If she loses, we will give her the lead role in a very stupid way. Sometimes it will be performed in the school auditorium, and those who have not been assigned a role will perform in the audience, and they have to consciously applaud from time to time. Sometimes it is performed in a pavilion. The pavilion with its cornices, brackets and carved beams can easily arouse people's classical feelings, so most of the performances performed here are costume dramas. If there are several people surrounding the empress when she goes out, a stone lion will be needed at the door. I usually squat there to act as a lion.
When sericulture was popular, mulberry leaves were in short supply. There is a mulberry tree in front of the teaching building on the east side of the school. It is so tall that no one can climb it. To pick mulberry leaves, you have to go up to the second floor and knock the leaves off with bamboo poles. It is a very technical process. Brother Xiaoyang is the tallest and has the longest arms. He often carries a bamboo pole and picks mulberry leaves surrounded by us, like a reckless hero.
The school’s science and technology building has three floors and a spiral staircase. We all call it the Mahua Building. There is a classroom on the third floor that is a herbarium. There is a bird skeleton model in it, which is really impressive. Anyone who wanted to be a hero at that time would boldly propose: "I'm going to the Mahua Building to see the skeleton, who will come with me?" I also went there once or twice, and I was very scared. Even now, that building still has a mysterious and depressing aura to me.
We often catch grasshoppers on the lawn behind the auditorium. One time I was lying on the lawn and felt the grass pricking me. One of my sisters suggested bringing a silk scarf from home. We ran swaggering with silk scarves waving all the way, sometimes pretending to be butterflies and sometimes fairies. But my silk scarf is so ugly, I feel like a monster rather than a moth.
During the summer vacation, the school is empty. At night, you can enjoy the coolness on the table tennis table. Under the moonlight, everyone lies on the bamboo mat, listens to crickets, counts the stars, and talks in sleep. The voices of the adults on the side gradually fade away.
There was a time when I liked to squeeze mud. Once I made a teapot and someone saw it and praised it. I squeeze the teapot every day, and I like to go to crowded places. Every day I squat in front of the teaching building, prepare some mud, and start kneading it as soon as the bell rings. Of course, I will soon be watched and praised. When the bell rings, some people turn around every step of the way.
Once, Sister Jun and I were reading fairy tales at home. The book said that the princess made a fire in the forest to keep warm. Our two princesses were sick and also learned to burn things. At first it only burned a few pieces of paper, but then the fire got out of control and burned my dad's bookshelf as well. I was so frightened that I burst into tears. As expected, Miss Jun was one year older than me. She rushed to the next door and shouted, "Uncle, you are attacking your house!" At that time, my dad was playing chess with Uncle Yaqiang. Run quickly to put out the fire. I was frightened, but after seeing my father, I quickly speculated whether I would be beaten later. In the end, my father neither beat me nor scolded me, and even bought me a relatively expensive pack of bubble gum. There happened to be a party at school that night, and my father took me to watch it. Some adults also knew about the danger just now. Seeing me crying stupidly, they smiled gently and comforted me softly. Amidst the crowd of stars, I took the opportunity to be a bit pretentious and started to have sex again.
The school is full of our amusement parks. The iron windows of Soviet-style buildings have two layers, one layer of glass and one layer of frame. Sometimes, regardless of whether they were in class or not, we would climb up the window sill, sit on the frame and swing. Everyone in the classroom must be speechless. When I pass by an art class, I will eat the fruit they use for sketching.
Sometimes the children outside will ask their parents to accompany them to play for a while, but they have to go home before dark, and we can play until any time. Every time I see the aggrieved eyes of those children, I feel a hateful sense of superiority.
After dinner, as the sun sets, the adults will sit under the paulownia tree in the yard and chat. Some go to the playground to exercise, and some like to walk very fast alone, while others chat and walk in twos and threes, and some even like to walk backwards. Sometimes people who pass by playing ball will stop and take a look, and from time to time they will say: "Hey! What's your level?" or "Good shot!" No matter which sentence the person being spoken to hears, he or she will smile sheepishly.
The school runs a kindergarten for children in family homes. Every year on Children's Day, kindergarten students perform organized performances in the yard, followed by friendly guest appearances by graduates. At that time, all the talented people have arrived, young and old gather together, singing and laughing, and there is endless discussion. Later, a children's group was organized for us and red hats with "Little Master Children's Group" printed on them were distributed. During that time, everyone had a special sense of collective belonging. They wore red hats when playing, and some even wore armbands with their job titles printed on them. I went to Fengtu Yicang once when it was founded, and then nothing happened...
Earlier, my family lived in Tongzi Building opposite the teaching building. Sometimes when I go home, no one is around and I don’t have the key, so I sit at the door, hugging the railing, and cry with my face on it. The evening self-study is about to begin, and the students have to start singing the school song. While I was crying, they sang: "To the east is the Yellow River, to the west is Mount Hua... Dali Normal University, Dali Normal University, dedicate your efforts to the cause of education, dedicate your efforts to the cause of education... "The louder they sang, the harder I cried. With tears in his eyes, the lights in the classroom opposite also became blurry, converging into a large light spot that continued to change shape with the amount of tears.
A great advantage of being a teacher’s child is that there are many people who will love you and be kind to you. Some students went to have supper after studying in the evening, and they often carried me on their shoulders. Although I am young, I have a good memory. Every move of these boys and girls under the night is deep in my mind. Their looks at each other are all thought-provoking, and their conversations are all thought-provoking.
So adults, you must be careful what you say and do in front of children! Every graduation season, many people want to take photos with me. At that time, I usually developed two photos, the other party kept one and gave me one as a gift. But I got too much too easily, and I didn’t cherish any of it, and I didn’t keep any of it.
When it comes to what benefits you most from growing up in a school family home, I think it should be the sense of security and confidence in the interpersonal environment. I have had so many acquaintances since I was a child, so I am less defensive and friendly to people; I have been used to seeing many people since I was a kid, so I am confident and cheerful, and I never have stage fright. I remember when I was in the second grade of elementary school, the teacher sometimes asked everyone to perform on stage. The students were very reserved, but I had to raise my hand every time. Every time the program was "Singing Erxiao Cowherd", And I only sing half of it every time... Now I don't have the guts - but I can sing other parts.
The teachers in the school are all college students in the 1980s, the true pride of heaven. There is an uncle whom I particularly admire, not only because he is well-read in poetry and books, but also because of his quick thinking, romantic humor. When I was in high school, my family had a cat. Once it ran away from home, and my parents searched for it all night without success. Unexpectedly, it came back on its own the next day. My dad was so angry and funny that he said to his uncle: "If it runs away again , I won’t look for it anymore, but if it comes back on its own, I’ll just keep it.” After hearing this, my uncle said, “How is this the way we treat women?” Another time, my dad couldn’t find a lighter, and he scolded him. : "Did you steal my lighter last time you came here?" The uncle laughed, leaned back on the sofa, and said to him: "You old guy, you treat me like Prometheus."
Dali Normal University was established in the 31st year of Guangxu (1905) and has experienced more than a hundred years of ups and downs. In the hottest years of the 1980s and 1990s, the best junior high school students went to normal schools, and only the top students in each township were admitted. The big reason why it is so popular is that graduation packages are distributed, urban household registration is divided, and commercial grain is eaten. Many children from farm families hope to jump into farming. Later, with the educational reform and the decline of technical secondary schools, Dali Normal University also declined. A few years ago, it merged with the normal schools in several other counties to form a junior college in the city. The normal school became the current Tongzhou Middle School. The Tongzi Building where I lived became a girls’ dormitory, and most of the people in the family courtyard also All moved to the city. Now, several families with whom we are close still live in neighboring communities. We still go for walks together on the fields in the evenings, and talk about literature and gossip under the street lights. Si Yuan has passed away, but the way of life can still be maintained. This is a blessing.
After living abroad for these years, I was about to go home once. I was so excited that I searched for information about the school on the Internet and found that it was a mess. When a person is preparing to let go of the grievances he has endured for all these years, he discovers that his home is gone. It is like you are preparing to kick the final goal, only to find that the goal is missing. The anticipation and excitement of the return trip all turned into a joke. I think that when I go back in a few days, I must take a good look at the few surviving monuments, take pictures, and pay homage to them in the setting sun.
But now my mood has calmed down. Color is empty, what can be seen and touched is not important, and the flowers fall away helplessly. This is certainly sad - even if they are all still there? Things are different and people are different, which is another kind of sadness. In the final analysis, human experience is inner experience. Now I have carefully sorted out the bricks and stones of many memories, and then built them up to rebuild my hometown. Just like the Bodhisattva enlightening a blessed land, I also imbued my hometown with sincere feelings. Since then, it has regained its vitality in my heart, and it is fearless in wind and rain and will live forever.