In 1970, I went to the countryside to Chiping, from the city to the unfamiliar countryside, and many things were added to my memory, and the winter in the countryside made me taste the cold. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The house is the same as the peasant house, with no glass on the old-fashioned panel doors, and newspapers pasted on the wooden window lattices. In November, the temperature drops sharply to minus 10 degrees Celsius, and it doesn't feel good during the day, but it is difficult to endure at night. The door is purely deaf to the ears - it makes not much difference whether it is closed or not. As for the window paper, today it will be broken tomorrow, it will be broken, it will be broken, and in the end, it will not be pasted, and it will be blown by the wind.

The most hateful thing is that the wooden bed, covered with straw, can hardly withstand the cold wind, the cold wind is like a knife, penetrating the thin mattress and piercing the skin. During the day, the heat generated by a few nests and radish pieces was carried away by the cold wind, and it was even more sleepless at night when it encountered a cold snap. At night, I had to rub my feet desperately, and after a while, it was hot, and when I stopped, it was cold again.

On several occasions, I impulsively wanted to use the firewood and grass used for cooking to light a fire to keep warm, but in the end, reason prevailed over impulse, because firewood and grass are limited, and it really wants to cut off the smoke of the revolution and damage the honor of the educated youth. In the end, under extreme fatigue, I still fell asleep, and the next day I opened my eyes and touched my feet with my hands, startled, my feet were too cold.

By chance, I went to the cowshed of the production team. As soon as I entered the door, I felt something strange, the warm wind gently swayed on my face, and after a while, my constricted arms were loosened, and my whole body became hotter and hotter. If you look closely, it turns out that there are more than a dozen cows grazing peacefully, snorting from time to time.

There is a big pot in the house, boiling steaming cotton cakes and bean cakes. The fireworks in the stove are being discharged through a fire kang, and when you touch it with your hand, the fire kang is hot.

I immediately decided that this was the warmest place in the entire production team.

Finally, one night, I quietly broke away from the group and fled to sleep in the cowshed. But that night, I couldn't sleep because the kang was too hot. "Alas, there are only blessings that cannot be enjoyed, and there are no sins that cannot be endured." I laughed at myself.

Living in the cowshed was not all smooth sailing, and the production team leader criticized me, saying that it had a bad impact on the production team. I used Lenin's words to stop him: "He who does not know how to rest does not know how to work." And said reasonably: "Living in the dormitory, the cold is not well rested, which affects production, living in the cowshed, resting, and the motivation is naturally enough." ”

The production captain blinked twice, and he didn't care about it in the future.

In the countryside for three years, when the coldest time of each year, a few of our educated youths gathered in the cowshed, so that we could calmly study at night in the cold night, and completed the high school studies that we had not completed due to historical reasons, which laid a solid foundation for us to step into the university gate one after another.

In the future, whenever I encounter difficulties and ups and downs, I often use the cowshed to motivate myself, so the difficulties have come over, and what difficulties can not be overcome!

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