When I was very young, I thought that photography was a very common thing.

That's because since I have a memory (in fact, judging from the existing photos, it should be said that since I was born, but I don't remember the events at that time, and I can't make it up, so I put the time point at the beginning of having a memory), and at the point that my parents think is very important, they will lead us to the photo studio to take a photo.

I can't remember how much it cost to go to the photo studio to take a picture at that time, but it will certainly not be a small amount in comparison, and this relative comparison is compared with the price I can remember at that time, after all, pork was only a few dimes a pound in those days, and a few dimes were definitely not enough to take a photo.

In general, this kind of photo will write the date in the upper left or right corner, and sometimes write a few words to explain the reason for the photo (some are written on the bottom or right side of the photo, with a long strip of space specifically set aside for writing, I don't know if there is writing on the left or top, at least there is no such thing in these photos I kept). For example, the photo of the one with "77.9.4" and "study well" and the red scarf on my back recorded the scene when I was in the first grade of elementary school.

There are many things that can be seen in the photos.

For example, I entered in (19)77.

For example, I was changing my teeth at that time.

For example, when we went to school in those days, we didn't need to carry much in our school bag, and compared to the big schoolbag when my daughter was in elementary school, it was almost like going to school empty-handed (my wife threw away a lot of things that my daughter had when she was a child, and by the time I found out, she had already thrown away some things for some ages. Actually, this is not right, there must be something that will cause memories and become more cherished when she grows up).

Another example is that I was sure that I was one of the first to join the Young Pioneers.

At that time, unlike now, joining the team was just a ceremony, and basically the whole class could enter. In those days, you needed to apply to join the team, and there were only a few people at a time. I remember that there were still classmates who didn't make it until I graduated in the fifth grade.

Now when I write this, the melody that we are the successors of communism will still ring in my ears.

A bright red scarf flutters on the chest......

I miss my white shirt, blue pants and white sneakers, which were the standard attire for various school activities when I was a child, whether it was a sports day, a school opening ceremony or even a labor, it was the same for many years, and it did not change until I was in junior high school.

There is no comparison with today's children, at least now they still have two options: school uniforms and sportswear.

In general, the biggest advantage of going to a photo studio (or a place where scenic spots are specially photographed) and then inscribed directly on the photo is that it can cause us a lot of memories and remind us of a lot of information when we see it later.

At that time, the level of photography masters in the photo studio was really not ordinarily high, and there were almost no false focus in the photos I left, and what was even more amazing was that I didn't close my eyes, I don't know how they were taken.

Even the photographers in those scenic spots are very skilled.

Looking at those albums now, you can be sure that there are some experiences that you wouldn't remember without photos.

For example, this photo lets us know that we have been to Hupao Spring in Hangzhou's West Lake. At the same time, I will also recall that you can throw coins in the Tiger Run Spring, and after throwing them, the coins will not sink to the bottom quickly, and you can float on the water for a long time with a whirl.

Of course, it will definitely sink to the bottom of the pool in the end.

The large number of coins at the bottom of the pool shows that there are many tourists throwing them, and some of them have thrown more than one, and those who know me should know what I thought back then.

For example, there is a photo that lets us know that we have been to the Three Pools and the Moon. This scenic spot, which is one of the "Ten Views of West Lake", is often confused because it is easy to associate it with the famous erhu song "Erquan Reflecting the Moon", but with this photo, you will basically not be mistaken.

Yes, can people who take pictures every day by the West Lake be mistaken?

For example, the Humble Administrator's Garden in Suzhou, which was praised by the famous architect Mr. Liang Sicheng as the "crown of oriental gardens". It's a pity that when I went there, I was too young, and I didn't have any awareness of the pavilions, platforms, buildings, pavilions, and pavilions there.

But because I've been there, it's still kind to see other people's travelogues.

Similar to this is the Lingering Garden in Suzhou.

For example, it was built in the Southern Song Dynasty and is now located in Wuxi, which is called Liyuan because there are many ponds and waterways in the garden. Seeing this photo reminds me that my sister once told her second brother seriously on the edge of the West Lake in Hangzhou, you have to be careful, you can't fall into the water, she fell into the water and drowned when she was a child.

For example, there is a photo that reminds me of when I was climbing the Liuhe Tower, and I ran very fast. Liuhe Pagoda from the outside, there are 13 floors, the actual tower is calculated by level, there are only 7 levels, every two floors for one level. Seeing this picture made me remember that I ran to the top and saw that they hadn't come up yet, and then I ran down to find them, and found that they hadn't even reached half of them, and then I continued to run up, and then I came down, and then I went up again, and I ran back and forth a lot. I remember that my grandmother was there at the time, as if she also said that Xiaoyu was still physically strong or something, and now I only remember it when I see the photo, and I can only remember it when I see the photo. Now let me climb 13 floors again, I don't know how many times I will have to rest, but for sure, I must not run up and down without stopping.

In order to test my memory, I also deliberately found this photo left by my grandmother when she went to Suzhou and Hangzhou in my album, which was taken by her and her uncle, but unfortunately this one was not dated. In this way, a lot of past events are slowly pulled up and recalled.

Another reason why I think it's normal to take pictures is that my parents would often bring back a camera and lead us to take pictures.

For example, I remember taking us to No. 1 Middle School to take a lot of photos, and in the photos I was wearing an octagonal Red Army cap, with a belt around my waist, and a wooden pistol pinned to the front (we called it a pot-bellied box back then, and this pistol had a small hole drilled in the front of the barrel, so that the dismantled firecrackers could be put on and lit individually), and everything carried the imprint of that era.

The guy in the middle of the back row in the photo is my uncle, and my impression of him is only in the photo, which is not accurate, but I can't think of a better word.

What I want to say is that I only remember his face, but nothing else. Other memories come from parents.

He studied very well, and was admitted to Dalian University of Foreign Chinese in the small town of that year, but he said that he did not do well in the exam, and he did not like this major and wanted to retake the exam. The family disagreed, after all, there had never been a college student, and in their opinion, a college student was a college student, and there was no professional distinction.

It's no wonder that they don't know anything, college students are very far away for people of that era, and it is generally good to be able to admit a few students in a county every year.

But my father's knowledge is different, but unfortunately at that time he was in Shanghai to lead his younger brother to see a doctor, and the information communication was not smooth, and when he came back to see his uncle's study notes and the like, he was deeply sorry, saying that if he was at home, he would definitely let him reread it.

There are no ifs. My uncle was misdiagnosed by the hospital.

For me, he only stayed in the picture.

There is also a photo of the family of Aunt Cui I mentioned earlier, and the one on the far right is the old brother who painted the Shaolin Temple for me. The house behind them is the same as we used to live in. The one behind my brother was called the next house, in fact, I prefer to call it the scare house, it's very dark inside, there are no windows. There is a bean cake in the lower room of Cui Niang's house, which is a round cake-shaped thing as big as the tabletop, and the thing in the picture below is. It is the oil cake left over after soybean oil extraction, which can be used as feed, fertilizer, and people can also eat, and we sometimes run in to get a little food.

That photo reminded me of my home in Hailun County, when each house was a small courtyard enclosed with a board.

A simple small gate is opened from Itashoji, and when you enter, there is a very small courtyard. I have a few rows of vegetable patches, and then on the northeast side of the yard near the door of the house is a thorny plum tree with thorns on it, which has pierced me more than once. On the west side of the yard is a chicken coop, and there should have been a few chickens laying eggs in the house. The outdoor toilet is in the corner of the lower room.

Once you enter the house, it's basically a kitchen. First of all, there is a water tank, which is covered with a round water tank lid made of two wooden sticks spliced with several wooden boards, and next to the water tank is a cabinet that we called the bowl shelf, next to this bowl shelf should be a cabinet for rice, and the opposite side of the cabinet is a simple stove built of adobe.

This is what the kitchen was back then.

Then from the kitchen you can enter two rooms, one of which is my cottage back then. It was small, with only one door, one window, a pit not much bigger than a single bed, and a partition against the wall on which my two wooden boxes for books were placed. Outside the window of the hut is the stove, almost every night to press coal, this should be a technical work, the humidity should be suitable, too dry at night easy to burn, too wet easy to extinguish the fire, both of these conditions have to be re-ignited the next day (the morning fire is definitely a time-consuming and laborious work), only the moderate dryness and wetness can be used the next morning with a thing called the stove hook along the middle of the stove a thing called the stove grate back and forth a few times to make the fire in the furnace burn.

The stove hook is a special tool made of thick iron wire, bent at one end into a 90-degree arc, and bent at the other end like an ear, to make the fire in the stove burn more vigorously. The grate is similar to the square sewer cover used in the sewer on the side of the road, which is used to have a place to circulate under the coal, and at the same time to facilitate the coal ash formed after the coal burns to have a place to fall.

In short, people who have never seen it can't imagine what the stove at home was like when I was a kid and how it was used.

The other is the big house. A shop through the kang, the side of the kang is a kang qin. On the west side of the basement are two wooden cabinets, the south one with a lock and the north one containing the family's seasonal clothes.

Near the window is a table where homework and meals were all located. Next to the table is a sewing machine with footrests. In the middle of the house is a small cellar with a wooden lid on top of which contains potatoes in winter.

There is also a stove on the ground near the side of the kang, and then the stove barrel is used to keep warm in winter.

The roof of the house is thatched, and you have to go up and tidy it up every year, or it will leak the next year, and we still have a fake to wipe the wall back then, basically in this season, the weather has warmed up but the rainy season has not yet arrived.

The reason why our students are also taking this holiday is because the teachers take it.

The same is true of the houses where the teachers live, and they also need to be cleaned up every year.

At that time, I was happiest not during the holidays, because I was not tired from school.

But when I was wiping the wall, I would use a second kick to collapse into the kang, and I humbly asked my father what this was for. The reply was that the kang that had been burned for a year would be hung with soot on the wall of the flue inside, which would affect the heat dissipation, and the heating would not be good in winter, and the ash would be shaken off by exploding.

Ordering that second kick was the happiest moment of my entire ondol and wall scraping holiday.

Today's children should be like listening to heavenly books.

When I was a child, the house I lived in was a whole row, unlike the current villa, which was surrounded by its own yard on all sides. We can only circle three sides, so we are separated from the left and right houses by a shoji.

My neighbor's surname is Gao, and the hostess of the house, my name is Aunt Wang, and she is very good to me.

I drew a floor plan from memory. The time is too rushed, and I will draw an accurate one when I am revising, and it should be said that the general thing is not bad, basically the place where I lived back then is like this.

The gray and green part of the picture is my house, and the light gray part is the house.

Now it seems that in addition to leaving a large number of photos at home, having a camera at home has another benefit, which makes us feel that it is a normal standard to go out and bring a camera. It's like I have to hold a pen to read a book.

This feeling and operation of having to bring a camera when I go out to play makes me have a lot more memories than others. Because back then, unlike now, you can have a camera (mobile phone) in your hand and record various scenes at any time.

At that time, cameras were really not available to ordinary people.

Not to mention that a camera is expensive, photography alone can stump a large number of people. Before the power of mobile phone photography, all shooting with a camera was absolutely a technical task. At that time, the aperture shutter needed to be manual, and because it could not be seen immediately, only God knows what it would look like, especially in group photos, whether anyone closed their eyes, whether there was a poor expression, whether someone turned their head instantly, or was accidentally blocked by someone in the front row, it was all fate, and it could only be known by washing it out.

Speaking of film, a roll of 120 film can only take a maximum of 16 photos, and if you choose a larger size, you can only take 10 shots, and then you have to change the film. Only cautious and more cautious.

Stand up, get in a pose, shout here, press the shutter there.

After the photograph, you have to find a place to develop and expand.

Definitely a big expense.

As a result, photography was niche back then.

The reason why the title of this section is also written that there was a usable camera at home when the environment was young is to show that what I got from my parents was not only those photos from those days, but also the awareness of using cameras.

This is the most important thing.

It made me realize that important activities require a camera to keep a record.