This is a beautiful era, and it is also a sad era for our post-80s generation.

We are a victim of the times, and we are in a marginal zone of development.

We have not caught up with the national planned economic welfare and housing and land distribution, but we have just caught up with the southward work, high housing prices and high economic burdens!

We have become the pillars of society, and our generation has elderly people to take care of and children to feed. We have had ignorant love, and we have had cardamom years. There have been all kinds of temptations and all kinds of parting ways.

Everyone chooses a different path, and the future life can't help but be the same. In my memory, I may only remember being carefree there. Ignorant water moon when I was young!

My life, love story, maybe you will feel the same way as you.

I was born in the East China Plain, a small city with heavy resources, a natural village near the Huai River Valley. There are beautiful scenery of Lianghuai, and it is a small resource town with coal and power power.

In my hometown, there are rows of plane trees on both sides of the road. My family lives on the edge of the Huai River dam, and in the yard in front of my house, there is a 30-year-old plane tree.

The sycamore tree is also called the phoenix tree, which means "there is a sycamore tree at home, attracting the golden phoenix", which entrusts people's good wishes. Legend has it that the phoenix "does not inhabit the sycamore".

The sycamore symbolizes the noble and beautiful character in the story, and the ancients used the sycamore to grow wildly and wear the brilliant morning sun to symbolize the noble and beautiful character.

Legend has it that the sycamore is a male tree and the tung tree is a female tree, they grow and age at the same time, live and die at the same time, and in the poet's pen, it has also become a symbol of loyal love.

In ancient poems, the sycamore has the meaning of symbolizing noble and beautiful character. In the Book of Songs, the ancients used the phoenix to sing and sing to the hills, and the sycamore grows wildly, wearing the brilliant morning sun to symbolize the noble and beautiful character.

Blowing leaves, raindrops and sycamores, the bleak scene, the sycamore has become a symbol of loneliness and sorrow in the literati's pen. For example, in a poem "Seeing Joy" written by Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, it vividly describes the desolate scene of the deceased monarch living in a lonely deep courtyard

My story began under a plane tree, which is not only a bond for me for many years, but also a source of my memories. In the days when spring and autumn came from spring to autumn year after year, I would return to my hometown whenever I had time, sweep the leaves of the plane trees, and stand next to the collapsed hut for half a day.

In the 80s, we belonged to the status quo of poverty and backwardness. People have just just solved the problem of food and clothing.

I don't know when, maybe as long as I can remember, my father planted two sycamore trees on the side of the backyard behind the ancestral house.

I only remember that I happily carried the small sycamore tree sapling behind my father, my father dug two big deep pits, and after planting the sapling, I stood in the middle of the two trees, and my father smiled and said that the sapling was not as tall as his son.

My mother shouted my father's name from afar, and my father carried me on top of my head, and I babbled and said it was funny. That would have felt like the father was very tall.

In 90, I was four years old, my sister was born in this month, and I vaguely remember that before my sister was born, people often went to my grandparents' house to ask where my father and mother went, I never understood the whereabouts of my father and mother in those two years, and I never understood that people always came to my grandparents' house to ask where their parents went.

It wasn't until after my sister was born outside that my father came back with my mother, and I didn't see him for more than a year, and I don't recognize my father and mother, but I remember that when my mother went to bed at night, she put me upstairs tightly, and it was the most fragrant night I slept in a year. I woke up crying a few times in the middle, and I felt the warm embrace and fell asleep again.

My father earned some money as a bricklayer in the city for the past two years, and went back to the village to build four bungalows in the backyard behind his ancestral house. After the family built a house, the parents took their sister to the city after the New Year. I was left with my grandparents. I wish my parents would take me with me. The two plane trees next to the house have also become two vibrant little trees.

In the early nineties, families who could build bungalows in the countryside belonged to wealthy families. Most of the families in the countryside lived in thatched houses, and those with better family conditions were only a few tiled houses.

My uncle's house is on another backyard behind the thatched ancestral house, and four large tiled houses have been built. My grandfather's family had four children, and the youngest boy in my family's family was two months younger than me, so after the family planning population plan, family planning began to spread throughout the country.

On the wall at the entrance of the village, there are often slogans such as "One child is in the ring, the second child is sterilized", and "Fewer children are eugenic, and a happy life" is like.

For a child born in the 80s, China's family planning policy has accompanied us for more than 30 years.

My cousin and I often follow our friends in the village to run around the village, and my brother and sister are not yet old enough to go to school, and after my brother and sister go to school, we often hide under my brother and sister's desk and talk to my brother and sister secretly.

In those days, each family had two or three children, and after my parents went to work in the city, we had to be taken by my grandparents, but there were too many children to take care of, so my cousin and I had to follow my older brothers and sisters every day and pretend to go to school, and then hide under the table.

I still remember that the teacher at that meeting was a very old man, with all white hair and wrinkles on his face. Sometimes we find out that we let a few of us come out and let us run to the school playground to play, but there is no playground.

Sometimes on rainy days, he acts like he didn't notice us, and as long as we don't make trouble, he keeps lecturing. I thought we were well hidden.

In those days, although we had nothing, our parents were no longer around, and in a world of five or six-year-olds, we felt happy every day.

We dig birds' nests, fish for crayfish, catch crickets, fight crickets, play in the mud, often a few children team up in the middle of the night to steal taro to roast and eat, and often a few friends run to the pond behind the village to bathe and fish.

I remember many times when I fished in a pond called Xiaoliangtang behind my house!

At that time, we didn't dare to go to deep places, because although we were familiar with the nature of water, if we encountered leg cramps in the water, and then went to a deep place, it would be life-threatening!

I once encountered a dangerous situation in Xiaoliangtang!

It was a summer afternoon, and a few of us habitually ran to the small cool pond to fish and take a bath!

When I swam to the opposite place where there were many aquatic plants, my leg suddenly ached sharply, and then I felt my body sinking!

I heard the old people in the village say that there will be water ghosts in some wild ponds! I was looking for children to support my soul, and when I saw that my head had overflowed the water, I choked on a few mouthfuls of water with my breathless nose and mouth, and my hands fluttered on the water!

In the end, my cousin gently tugged at me, and I swam to shore quickly!

The place where the legs were red was all red! A few of the older children said that they were dragged by water ghosts, which scared us children to run away with slippers in hand!

Now that I think about it, it was actually a local artery cramp in the leg, but where did the child understand at that time!

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