Chapter 055 Diary, My Debut Show

November 9, 1982 (Cloudy to sunny)

Just after the beginning of winter [yesterday the beginning of winter, it is the busy season of autumn planting, I am fifteen and a half years old, for me who is precocious in body and mind, it is not small], the weather suddenly cooled a lot, and gradually got colder, my first diary, starting from today.

When I woke up in the morning, I put on yesterday's clothes, but it was still cold. I hurriedly added a sweater, and immediately felt a lot heavier. Because it was the first class after the holiday, the class was naturally late, and I went out at six o'clock, which was obviously too early. As soon as I went out, I immediately rushed into layers of cold air.

Yo, what a big frost. Like this in previous years, the fog and dew of late autumn are mixed with the frost of early winter, and the eyes are everywhere, and the whole world is screened, all of which are all-encompassing. Layers of smoke are as deep as a layer, and there is no trace of anything in the ditch.

The warmth was suddenly placed in the cold screen, and I suddenly felt comfortable. In winter, it makes sense to run two or three miles in the morning. So I forgot about the fog, saw the way, and rushed to it.

The cold currents on both sides poured back from my cheeks, the cool and moist breath came from all directions, and the treetops and bamboo leaves were still falling on the 'pearls'.

The road to the school was familiar to me, and although it was quiet and dark in the morning, the road under my feet and the road to be run were more obvious, so it was no wonder that I ran fast. The slight sound of a few pearls falling through the branches and leaves was obviously on the head, while the sound of the pearls hitting the fallen leaves on the ground was resounding a few meters behind him.

After a while, the "bumpy run" was already about to go uphill. The ridge next to my grandfather's house on Tuesday was high, steep and slippery, and I still used to run. The "bouncing run" helped me to run uphill and still have the energy to continue my "low-speed run".

In a few minutes, the sky opened up a lot, and the frost and fog were obviously much thicker. It's just that the dirt road mixed in the middle of the fertile soil is more earthy, and no matter how thick the fog is, it can't hide it.

The road was sunny after the rain, and there was still water in most of the deep foot sockets on the road.

On both sides of the road, there may be a lot of various branches that grow horizontally, high and low on the road, mainly wattle strips and various tribulus branches, these branches are covered with splashing mud, the wind forms a hard shell after the wind, and then becomes sticky and soft after being soaked in fog and dew, as long as you are not careful, you will leave a strip of 'whip marks' on the trouser tube. But I'm not worried. It's not because I'm still wearing sandals, but because of the combination of my "running method" and "low-speed fast running", I can avoid these branches.

What's more, on this road, I am the only one now, I go out early, and I am enjoying this road to school alone. There are so many places to settle down, and I certainly won't bump into those dirty branches that have no other trials.

The footsteps were spinning, sometimes vertical and sometimes lifting, and the branches with different images kept me behind me in my running. I haven't forgotten my "compound work method", I like poetry very much, and I was soon able to read a few poems from "Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties".

"The fog is good for the body, and the air is refreshing. The branches on the side of the road are relatively easy, and the foot sockets are not wet and delicate.

There is no wind and clear intentions.

Wet the road, know more than the legs. In the early winter, the more you are shaking, what kind of pride is it?

Hurriedly drove the fog boat and groaned. ”

Downhill, running here may disturb the tranquility of nearby homes, and these dozens of hundreds of steps of ridges are naturally walked over.

When you get to the other end, you go uphill again, and you will naturally run again.

After a while, I climbed over the slope and went down to the bottom of the ditch, and the school was on the other side of the ditch, and it was still very quiet. "I must have been the first to arrive early. I thought proudly.

I never thought about it, just ran down the hurdle, wanted to stop, and suddenly heard a low shout of "Hi!", the voice was old and crisp. When I saw it, there was a person in the red soil on the right, who was pushing the hoe forward, and his thin hand lifted a large bunch of fat red roots, and as soon as he sent them, they landed on a large pile of red roots.

It's Uncle Yu. I thought I had come early, and the old man had already dug up a lot of red roots. He used to be a cadre in the brigade, and he always liked to tell stories to us students, and he knew us very well. The story he told us the other day stopped when the protagonist fell into the water. A few of our little brothers couldn't stop shouting, "Oh, hurry up!" to ask him to continue, but he never went on.

Package production to households, annual output to labor. unexpectedly rejuvenated his youth, and Nuo still got up early to work early at an old age. He dug up the red weeds and unearthed some wheat. Behind him, a small clearing was spread, and white smoke was rising from the freshly turned dirt.

…… Anyway, it was still early, and the classroom didn't open, so I ran into the dirt and grabbed the hoe with a smile. I'm also a fifteen-year-old young man, and the work on the hoe is already strong enough to make up the work, and the old man should have gone to the red lotus......

The day is getting brighter, and the weekly song on the radio is the duet of Wang Jieshi and Xie Lisi - "Morning on Campus".