Labor of years

50 years ago, I started to study in primary school, and also started to participate in the agricultural work of the production team. Such as holding valleys, transplanting seedlings, raking fields, planting rape, etc. After 10 years old, the school built a new classroom, and the teachers and students walked 10 kilometers away from the platform of the three armies, picking sand with shoulders, shoulder poles and dustpan. During the Cultural Revolution, teachers often led students to do voluntary work. Help farmers hold millet and plant rape. When I went to high school, the school had a school-run farm with 120 mu of land, planting wheat and rape, all of which were dry lands. Each class arranges to work on the farm for a week every semester. High school read 5 a semester, the students in our class went there for agricultural labor for 5 a week. The past is like smoke. The experience of the past 40 years seems vivid in my mind. Agricultural labor is tiring and dirty. But I attended in person, and the tiredness and dirt were thrown out of the sky. No shit smelly, which flower. This is agricultural proverb. Students studying agriculture means directly participating in agricultural labor. Labor cultivated the habits of hardship and frugality of our generation. Later, my hometown was divided into fields and households, so I would not suffer great losses if I worked! Who has a good land, who has food to eat. Take care of everyone, regardless of the official affairs. It is very bad to eat and wear in the days of labor. In high school, many students brought pickles to eat from home and had no money to buy green vegetables. The bitter days have come through, just like walking through a long march of 25,000 miles. My father left me a silver gray spring dress. I wore it longer when I was in high school, and it fitted me when I graduated. I always feel that my father is very concerned about me. I don’t wear a good dress by myself, but leave it to my son to wear. How lovely! The years of Labor are very hard. The era of large collectivity is an era that farmers don’t like. The main reason is that the productivity is very low and the living conditions are very difficult. Many children don’t read books to high school. I went to high school in the spring of 1972. In that year, it was stipulated that children of landlords and rich peasants were not allowed to enter school, and those over 17 years old were not allowed to enter school. A class with 50 students only sent 17 students to the district to study in high school! 40 years later, I entered the autumn of my life. Recalling the days when I participated in agricultural labor, I felt that being a farmer was very tired. Nowadays, farmers are very free to farm, and they can plant whatever they want. Changing from two-season rice to one-season rice reduces the labor intensity. The surplus grain of public grain was canceled, and the government gave seed subsidies and fertilizer subsidies to farmers who were farming. The production team becomes a group, and the Commune becomes a town, which makes the life of farmers change year by year. Among farmers, those who want to do business can do business, while those who want to work outside can go out to work. All peasant children can graduate from primary school to university. The country has become rich and strong, and the life of the common people is also particularly bright. I used to like talking about diligence, but now it is not fashionable. Now we talk about being a boss and an entrepreneur. Who can make money and who can do it. Everyone likes money because they need money everywhere! Society has changed our world outlook, and society has changed our values. Labor? When farmers? 2012,09,21 morning book. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Way hot way flying

Yes! It tests our patience. On a brand-new road, there was no shelter, and the old green trees were no longer cloudy. Even their children were missing. Two traffic patrol officers drilled under an umbrella to avoid the baptism of the scorching sun. 90 seconds of red light, I sat on the battery car, with my feet against the hot earth, my eyes did not dare to face up to the front, and judged the jump of the red light by the feeling around. The time was so long, so long, finally, my whole body was lit with flames, and my brain was immediately filled with blood. I didn’t have enough patience any more. I drove the car out, risking my body being hit and flying. I also wanted to escape from this terrible waiting. Yes! It tests our patience. This newly-built urban thoroughfare is full of gaps and scars! I galloped in this familiar Street, dusty and desolate. Who can say? I can’t see the red light; I turn a blind eye to the car; I just want to run away quickly and escape from the haze which almost suffocated me. I seemed to hear the sudden collision between my flying body and heavy objects. I fell like a falling leaf, buried underground and became the foundation of the road. This, where is testing my patience? This is clearly testing my life. When I see my life contending with him, which one is more important?! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…