My father had six brothers, and he was the eldest and the first to go to college and stay at the university to teach. My parents were busy with work, so I became the first generation of left-behind children, so my parents had no relationship with me. When I was at my grandfather's house, the other five uncles had not yet started a family, either teaching or going to school. In addition, my grandmother only has a son, so the whole family dotes on me as a little girl, and my education is earlier and stricter than that of children of the same age in rural areas, and I went to primary school at the age of five.

During the winter vacation when I was two years old (as my grandfather said), my father brought back a big radio for my grandfather's house, which became the only one in the village. My grandfather's family is full of scholars, and they all care about national affairs, and this radio broadcasts on time during breakfast, noon and dinner. At this time, our whole family squatted or sat in the courtyard with a bowl, listening and eating intently, and they never communicated. Sometimes the uncles and brothers in the neighborhood come to listen to state affairs with a high bowl of rice and a black nest. I also like to listen to it as little as I do, and I listen to it just like the adults. In this way, the habit of listening to the radio is still maintained to this day. Now, though, it's about listening to TV.

In the second year of having a radio, I have already attended the Yuhong class in the village, and I am the youngest in the class, and I already know and can write *** long live. In addition, there are a lot of comic book villain books at home, so I read them myself, and sometimes my uncles also tell them to me. Therefore, if you are two or three years younger than your friends, you can keep up with your homework.

The Yuhong class in the village has left me with indelible memories. I remember sitting with two grades facing each other in a classroom, a group of children moving a small stool from home, climbing on a long table made of adobe and mud, listening to another teacher from the production team, my name Uncle Fuwa, writing on the wall for class, and more often reciting limericks and counting. We don't have textbooks, and the learning task is to count to 100 when we leave the Yuhong class to go to elementary school, add and subtract single digits, and write *** long live and our own name.

In order to be able to count, each person's schoolbag has a string of sorghum stalks, from 10 to 20. Our little schoolbag was always bulging, and there was always this skewer and pencil inside, as well as a homework book, most of which was sewn with brown paper. Mine is the one on the back of the homework book used by my uncles.

Later, I heard that our Gaozhuang Village was the only one in the commune that had always had a red class. Because of this, my Uncle Fuwa later became a public teacher. That year, he had been teaching the Yuhong class for nearly twenty years. This cannot but be said to be a miracle. Some people also say that it is because our whole village has a high surname. The whole village advocates culture, huddles in a group, and works together to run the school, and builds three large classrooms with tiled houses on the sand hill in the middle of the village. The location is on the sand hill because there is a large natural sand field under the classroom, and you can play between classes. Although most of the children fish for three days and dry their nets for two days, there are always about 20 children in the classroom.

Uncle Fuwa is very serious in teaching, when teaching a large class to write in a small class, he has to stop lecturing from time to time, come and take care of whether he writes well and plays crazy, the class is always a noisy and lively, and it will always be a happy paradise.

I spent two happy years in the Yuhong class, and I miss that classroom very much. Over the years, whenever I return to my hometown, I will definitely go to Shagang to see and relive the wonderful time of my childhood.

Two

My childhood was probably more colorful than my friends, and I could listen to the radio in addition to school. One day, there was a radio on the radio that "in that dark old society, the working people lived in misery...... I listened to it and looked up at my uncles, and when I saw that the adults didn't look at me, I stopped talking and continued to lie on the table to eat, but my heart was very uncomfortable. My grandparents were working people, and I felt that it was so difficult for my grandparents who were born in the old society to farm in the dark without the sun.

Later, when I heard this phrase often, I would fall into deep thought. I would often be alone in a daze, imagining the scene of my grandparents working in the dark without the sun, imagining what they would look like when there was a moon when they were harvesting crops in the field, and what would I do when there was no moon? This question haunted me when I was a child. When I was more than five years old, I walked into the stove room and asked my grandmother, who was brushing the pot, "Grandma, in the old society, there was no sun, it was all dark, can you see the land clearly? I didn't say a word and went back to the yard to think, thinking that what my grandmother said was wrong. The radio talks about "dark days" all day long.

In this way, this heart-wrenching scene stayed with me throughout my childhood, and I didn't know it was an adjective until I was eight years old, when I was in the third grade of elementary school. I remember that when the Chinese teacher explained this sentence, I immediately smiled easily, and at the same time felt that my face was very hot.

However, creation makes people. Soon after, the radio repeatedly said that "the 10-year catastrophe has caused many young people to ...... their footing"

When I heard this, my heart was heavy, and I was very anxious. I feel that at a time when the whole country is happy, there are so many young people who have lost their feet and need treatment and help. However, the good news is that there is no one in our village. Then, there will be a lot of runaway young people on crutches on the streets of big cities.

Thankfully, this question didn't bother me for long, and about two months later, I read it in the newspaper and understood that it meant big brothers who did bad things and made mistakes. But to describe it as "stumbling", I still think it is inaccurate.

Three

Time flies, and the stars change. A few years later, I became a mother. When buying children's books for children, I pay special attention to those adjectives, and I will explain in detail any description that I feel that the world of young children has not experienced until the child fully understands.

However, when the child was three years old, he was playing with toys in bed and I was listening to TV. Suddenly, the child's expression was angry and he said while playing, "Love the child or is it sick?"

Oh, I laughed dumbly. Then hurry up and think about solutions. My child is very illiterate, but he can read the shapes of the fonts. So, I held the child in my arms and said the words "love son" as I wrote. Is the word "AIDS" completely different? Also, the tone of "Zi" and "Zi" is also different. Therefore, the meaning of the expression is completely different, and it has nothing to do with loving children.

Then, I told him that "AIDS" is a disease named by foreigners, the full name is English pronunciation, it is composed of letters, and we use Chinese transliteration abbreviations to indicate it. Therefore, "loving the son" is not a disease. Do you understand?

The child said "um" and continued to play. After a while he said, "I see, the tractor painted on the literacy picture is not a big rooster." ”

Hey, I hugged the kid and smiled happily.

Soon, the child and the four-year-old child Tian Tian were playing at my house, and "Journey to the West" was playing on TV, and both children had watched it many times. Suddenly, Tian Tian said, "Uncle, where did we come from?" and the child's father smiled and said, "You two are monkeys." I laughed. I don't think it's appropriate, but there's no better answer. Fortunately, the two children were very happy when they knew that it was the monkey who had changed, and they both said that they were changed by Sun Wukong.

Still, I'm still paying attention. It just so happened that there was a teacher upstairs who was about to give birth. One day, I pulled the child to say hello to Xiao Zhang. Then, pretending to say casually to my child, "Aunt Zhang has such a big belly, and she is about to give birth to a baby." The child did not react to my words.

A month later, Xiao Zhang gave birth. I took my son to visit after the full moon. When I went in, I happened to have a baby breastfeeding. The child looked at me in shock, held my hand tightly, and I quickly said goodbye and left. As soon as he walked out of the room, the child was full of tears and said silently: "Mom, Aunt Zhang's baby was born by an aunt." Why am I a monkey, didn't you give birth to me, why didn't you give birth to me?" I hugged him tightly and said, "Of course you were born by your mother." That day, your father saw that you two liked Sun Wukong, so he teased you. The son was clearly frightened by the quick reversal. The child wiped his tears and asked, "Isn't that Tiantian a monkey?" and I said, "Of course." All of us have mothers. I was born to your grandmother, and your father was born to your grandmother.

The son sobbed and said, "Then I'll go and tell Tiantian......

Time flies, and the sun flies.

A few days ago, my son, who was studying in New York, returned home from vacation. He said: Not long ago, I met my childhood friend Tian Tian, who immigrated to Canada with her family at the age of nine in New York, and she came to see me at school. During this time, she apologized to me, saying that when I was a child, I cried and went to her house, and told her what she looked like, which made her linger for so many years, and it was very uncomfortable to think about it. Because, she went back to ask her mother that day, and her mother said that my father was playing. However, she didn't come downstairs to tell me right away, and she didn't know what to do when she saw me crying and telling her.

The child cried when he said Tiantian, and he couldn't remember it himself, and he praised Tiantian's memory was too good, and he could remember things at the age of four.

I said yes, and I remember it. Tian Tian remembered that it was because she was recalling this incident repeatedly, so she remembered it tightly, and her mother clearly remembered some things before she was four years old, and those things also left a deep impression on me.

The child said: I also remember the first time I watched the Paralympic swimming competition on TV, at the beginning of the competition with one arm missing, and then I had no limbs, and I was biting the rope with my teeth and waiting for the start, which made me feel very uncomfortable......

Of course, I remember it, and the past is vivid. The child was more than three years old that year. At first, I watched with him and clapped my little hands and shouted cheers. As the level of disability increased, the two of us watched silently, and the atmosphere was also very solemn. When I saw athletes with limbs disabled preparing for the competition, I couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so I went to another room. The child soon came to me with an expression of extreme fear, and said in a trembling voice, "Mom, is there a headless game next?"

I was sad and guilty and told him, "You can't live without a head, this is the final competition of swimming." The athletes are amazing, they are strong, they bring glory to the country! Let's go and applaud them. ”

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Time is like flowing water, but those things in childhood are forever left in our memories, and these indelible past events are big things for us at that time. It is these things that seem to be very naïve when we look back on them as adults, but they make us unforgettable and beautiful childhood when we grow up. At the same time, it also tells us the importance of early childhood education.

Today, I write down the childhood memories of two generations that I have been keeping in mind all these years, and I would like to use this document to pay tribute to my childhood and the childhood years that accompanied my son.

2018/1/8