Mama Stone's Diary:

I was 17 years old.

I graduated from high school in 1968.

We and the three junior and senior high school graduates in '66 and '67 are collectively called the old three.

Because of that huge movement, caused the accumulation of middle school students in the school at that time, and by 1968, there was a unique miracle of six middle school students graduating in the same year, and the old three basically became educated youths after leaving school, and only a few students joined the army as soldiers.

Because of my father's mysterious disappearance, I was strictly ordered by my mother not to join the army, and thus broke my dream of defending green.

Going to the countryside is probably the only destination for the vast majority of us in the old three sessions.

I should also be grateful to go to the countryside, otherwise where would I have met Shi Dad.

Most of our classmates were born around 1947, entered high school in 1963, and graduated from high school in 1966. I have completed three years of high school, faced the college entrance examination, and my dream of college, plus the **** suspension of classes for more than two and a half years, and I have been in school for more than five years in high school. It can be regarded as the oldest and most read class among the three old students.

It is not surprising that each generation feels deeply, affectionately and nostalgic for "its own generation". However, people born in the 50s can be said to be a "special generation", their spiritual structure is made of "special materials", and has been dismantled, shaken, eroded, and replaced, and the whole can be called an "idealistic" generation, and a small number of cultural people are now "residual idealists". As a generation, they are a bridge between the mid-20th century, a bridgehead for the fierce display of old and new ideas, most of whom have paid a heavy price for the transformation of society towards modernity.

If it is said that in China, the people of the fifties are made of special materials, absolutely no one will object, because the people of the fifties. It is a generation that absolutely pursues risks, and the people of the 60s are people who explore their own life positioning in confusion in the extreme contradictory state of the ideal of serving the country and the extreme contradiction of "going to the countryside to re-educate" with their backs to the loess facing the sky.

After going to the countryside, I was in Lingdong Village.

Every day, facing the loess with his back to the sky, the palms of his hands, which were used to holding books, grinded out blood blisters and grew calluses.

After going to the countryside, reading has become a luxury, and there are only a few books in the collection. It has been turned over by the students who came to the countryside.

He was in Lingxi Village. Although the name seems that the villages should not be far from each other, but in fact, the traffic is seriously inconvenient, and there is a natural cliff in the middle of the east and west of Lingdong, and the two villages have to walk for four hours if they want to meet face to face.

It wasn't until the second year after we went to the countryside that we met in the township.

At that time, he was really handsome. Of course, the word handsome is the way it is said now, just like the neighbors now say that my stone baby.

Half of the food he saved was used to exchange books with the teachers in his village and give them to me.

but he himself is always hungry. I didn't know until a long time later.

I couldn't help it, and I didn't listen to him, so I had to use roasted sweet potatoes to supplement his nutrition.

At that time, sweet potatoes were really sweet. Especially when I watched him eat.

In the third year, we fell in love.

Soon it became home, our own home.

When we got married, we were still poor. But we never complain, and we still work happily and live a simple life every day.

I often count the stars in the yard with a stone in the night of power rationing, and tell him those fairy tales of a thousand and one nights, the fatigue of daily labor, the hardships of life, these pressures, as long as I see the little smiling face of my little stone, I can happily ignore all this.

For some reason, my four-year-old son liked a story, and asked me to tell it repeatedly, and I told it more and more times, and I also had a different way of thinking about this story:

The king had seven daughters, and these seven beautiful princesses were the pride of the king.

Their long, shiny black hair was well known from far and near, so the king gave each of them a hundred beautiful hairpins.

One morning, Princess Celestia woke up and straightened her hair with a hairpin as usual, but found that a hairpin was missing, so she secretly went to the second princess's room and took a hairpin.

The second princess found that a hairpin was missing, so she went to the third princess's room to take a hairpin;

The third princess found that a hairpin was missing, and also secretly took away one of the fourth princesses' hairpins;

The fourth princess concocted the same method and took away the hairpin of the fifth princess;

The fifth princess took away the hairpin of the sixth princess; The sixth princess had no choice but to take away the hairpin of the seventh princess.

As a result, the seventh princess only had ninety-nine hairpins left, and she was very sad.

The next day, the handsome prince of the neighbouring country suddenly came to the palace, and said to the king: "Yesterday my lark brought back a hairpin, and I think it must belong to the princesses, and this is really a wonderful fate, I don't know which princess has dropped the hairpin?" When the princesses heard this, they all thought to themselves, "I fell off, I fell." But there were a hundred hairpins pinned to his head in his entirety, so he was very annoyed in his heart, but he couldn't say it.

Only the Seventh Princess came out and said, "I dropped a hairpin." As soon as he finished speaking, his beautiful long hair fell apart because of the lack of a hairpin, and the prince could not help but look stunned.

Next, it is natural that the prince and princess live happily ever after.

I know that no matter how beautiful a dream is, there will be a moment of waking up;

No matter how dreamy a fairy tale is, there will always be a mediocre day.

The ending of every fairy tale seems to be:

The prince and princess finally lived happily ever after.

Hehe, every time my son hears the last sentence, he can almost recite it with me, and then he asks me:

Can they really be happy forever?

Perhaps, I naturally can't tell my son the ending other than the first answer:

No. 1: The prince and princess finally live happily together.

No. 2: The princess cries lonely in the cold castle. Because the prince went to look for his Cinderella, but did not know that his princess had broken his heart for him.

The 3rd: The princess slowly gained weight under the favor of the prince, and the prince was tired of her, and married the daughters of 2 ministers....

Number 4: There can actually be more endings.

Until my father finally found us, the balance of our family's ordinary happy life was finally broken. (To be continued.) )