I still remember that my father was riding a large-size bicycle and took me from the village to the township. He changed his car several times and traveled to strange cities. He rushed for 2 days and 1 night before he arrived at our new home. During the night he passed by the Yulin stayed in the hotel, my dad took me to the busiest road to watch the coming and going of cars. Now, when I think about it, it was my first trip in my life. I never thought that in more than 20 years, I would become a travel expert.
80s were undoubtedly full of energy and prosperity. When I arrived at the coal mine, it happened to be the afternoon, and it was the time for coal mine workers to go to work. I saw groups of people wearing blue work clothes riding the same large-size bicycles across the road, galloping away, disappearing at the end of the street, leaving behind a series of loud laughter and cheerful call. Every day afterwards, my father was also among the group.
At that time, I was only 6 years old, and I was the age of enrollment. My father took me to the school to report. When I saw the campus, I immediately fell in love with this beautiful garden-like school. It was painted green school gate and white walls. Flowers were blooming in the flower beds. The national flag was flying on the basketball court. Someone ran from the court to the faucet beside the wall, and sucked a large handful of water to rush on his face. The crystal water droplets were still flashing in front of my eyes. It was really clear!
Later, I was a campus correspondent for the first time. Every day, I went to various classes to interview who did good people and good deeds, and who got the money, and wrote an article and got it to the campus radio station to play;
won the award for the first time by hand creation. The work was that I placed the candle on the base made of shells. After using it again and again, the candle covered the shells and dripped into a rugged mountain. In that era, power outages often accompanied us to study at night.
The first time I joined the art special training class through my own efforts, I went to school to learn sketching every weekend, which is a great joy for me.
Perhaps it is precisely because of these firsts this school gave me that later, I became a journalist in a magazine and still maintain my love for painting. These pure experiences from the 1980s brought me joy and unknowingly affected my choices in life.
80s people should have an ice cream cart in their memory. Every few days, a car full of ice cream and snow strips arrives at the intersection. The sound of the loudspeaker seems to be like this: ice cream and snow strips! Ice cream, snow strips! The ice cream cart carries the happiness of children. At that time, snow sticks cost 8 cents each and ice cream cost 30 cents each. The taste was the pure sweetness unique to that innocent era.
80s memory, there is a spring outing organized by the school every semester. Before leaving, my mother would make a basket of small buns for me. At that time, I always didn’t understand. As a southern mother, the buns made by her are very hard and it’s always hard to eat. Why did she just do it herself? Later I realized that it was a unique love as a mother. Sometimes it was clumsy, but she wanted to do her best to do it well.
The 1980s have passed, and the 1980s have left us, and my father has stayed a few years ago, but the memories are so vivid, those laughter, scolding, those low houses, and people running seem to be yesterday.
88 Years of fragrance - My story with time, thanks to Guizhou Xijiu for this event, which gives me the opportunity to share my story from the 1980s with you...
