In the memories of those born in the 1960s and 1970s, the most profound impression is the unique tranquility of Fengjie, their hometown. The sky is so blue that it makes people feel dizzy, the clouds are white, and the sun is dazzling. Living under such a sky, the days seem parti

Fengjie In the summer of the old town, cicadas chirp

The steps paved with bricks are glowing with green light...

Time in the old town

Dedicated to the memories of those born in the 60s and 70s in Fengjie!

In the memories of those born in the 1960s and 1970s, the most profound impression is the unique tranquility of Fengjie, my hometown.

Across the distance of time and space, the youthful years of the past, even if intertwined with sadness and melancholy, still present an indescribable warmth.

The sky at that time was a pure sky, so blue that people were slightly dizzy, with white clouds and dazzling sunshine. Living under such a sky, the days seemed particularly long and long, flowing calmly like a river in winter. At that time, the small town lived by the water, with fresh air and leisurely tranquility, like a landscape slowly unfolding in front of the scroll of a painting.

In the summer afternoon, there are cicadas chirping one after another, and the whistle of pigeons disappears and disappears. It is gentle and long, and gradually gets closer. It flutters over the low roof, and then gradually gets further away, like a ball on the horizon. There are flying confetti, the smell of flowers and plants heated by the sun and the smell of bricks and stones in the air. The sun dances and flows in the wind, and the steps paved with bricks and stones are glowing with green light.

下街(gai)上

The children's faces are as bright as sunflowers, with fine beads of sweat hanging on the tips of their noses. On a sultry afternoon, people gather together to make a circle with strips of bamboo, fix it on a long bamboo pole, and fill the circle with spider webs. Then they go to the street in twos and threes to catch dragonflies; or they hide in the shade of a tree and use a Huang Mu made a pistol and a car, used an abacus to make wheels, and then raced on a small street with a slight slope to see who could make the fastest car... There were black stains of sweat, and I was reluctant to leave until I heard a voice calling me home from far or near.

After dinner, the front doors of every house were splashed with water. When it felt cooler, the children took out small bamboo stools and sat on the street to enjoy the cool air. They listened to the old man next door talking about hanging monks upside down and Xu You lighting lamps. Story, the air is filled with the faint scent of jasmine flowers and the smell of old leaf cigarettes. The sound of someone's erhu breaks the silence of the alley, and floats melodiously through the depths of the alley.

Nanmen Crossing

After nightfall, the bright moon is in the sky. On both sides of the street and in the small courtyards, there are bamboo cooling boards set up by two benches everywhere. After wiping them with water, they can sleep on them to keep cool. Lying on the bed and watching the shining green light pouring down from the sky, the stars twinkled, and occasionally meteors passed quickly, causing the children to scream. Some adults pointed to the stars and taught the children to identify where is the Big Dipper and where is the North Star. Some children The chatter kept pestering the adults to tell the story of Chang'e flying to the moon and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl until late at night, until the children babbled in their sleep. At this time, the night breeze is cool, like a gentle big hand, gently passing over people's bodies. Amid the cries of crickets, people peacefully place themselves in the embrace of nature, and sink into the sweetness of the small town. Dreamland...

Time slips away like a thread between the peaceful and leisurely movements of the stars and the alternation of the sun and the moon.

Nowadays, those days of living with green bricks and ancient tiles, wearing wind as clothing and water as clothing, have become memories that no longer exist. When the days are gone and Huadu becomes a wandering place, these beautiful pasts have become the most precious memories of those born in the 60s and 70s. These small thoughts are enough to fill their hearts with warmth.

People born in the 1960s and 1970s are already around 50 years old; a group of people who are a little proud and a little inferior; a group of people who have had lofty ideals; a group of people who like nostalgia; a group of people who have begun to pay tribute to their youth people.

They are the last group of people to celebrate June Day and must wear white shirts and blue trousers and sing "We are the successors of communism".

was also the last group of people who squatted at street bookstalls and spent 1 cent to rent books about little people...

The games we played at that time

Doing Jiajiajiu

Squeezing the oil residue

Shuttlecock kicking

Skipping

Turning the fork

Rolling hoop

Throwing the handkerchief

Marbles

Pumping and chasing children (top crutches)

Playing the board

...

The delicacies of that time: popcorn, and 4 cents a piece. Old Popsicle

The old man who fried the fried buns on the street

Do you remember this? We called Mimier

At that time, parents did not need to pick up and drop off kindergarten, and there were no school buses. After school, we would gather in the playground first and line up according to the street. A teacher would lead the children, and the children would hold the lapels of the children in front of them. Any safety incidents occurred.

At that time, the main subjects of study were Chinese and arithmetic. The first lesson I learned was "Long live Chairman Mao", the second lesson was "Long live the Communist Party of China", and the third lesson was "Children unite and learn to be the masters of New China" ...People in the 1960s learned to distinguish between hate and love from an early age.

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The Movie "The Chicken Crows in the Midnight" Zhou Papi We have been familiar with our family history since we were children, and we are at odds with big bullies like Liu Wencai. Our hearts are filled with infinite love for socialism and incomparable hatred for the old society. The role models to learn from at that time were Luo Shengjiao, Qiu Shaoyun, Huang Jiguang and Ouyang Hai, as well as heroic figures such as Liu Wenxue, Dai Birong, and the Little Prairie Hero Sisters.

The cultural life at that time was extremely poor. Movies can only be seen from North Korea and Albania. I remember that "Flower Girl" and "The Fate of Jin Ji and Yin Ji" made many kind-hearted Chinese people shed tears of sympathy.

Later, there were "Five Golden Flowers", "Liu Sanjie", "Tang Baihu Spots Autumn Fragrance", and the favorite film of Fengjie people, "Waiting for the Mountains Full of Red Leaves", which was filmed in Fengjie.

In 1974, Fengjie got its first Beijing brand 16-inch black and white TV. At that time, there were only a handful of households that could afford a TV. Those who had a TV always placed it in front of their door or in their yard, and welcomed neighbors from far and wide to watch. Although people still needed to constantly adjust the home-made long pole antenna. There are always more snowflakes than images, and people still enjoy watching them.

These people born in the 60s and 70s watched Momei Yamaguchi's "Blood Doubt" and checked their arms every day to see if there were red spots, worrying that they might also have leukemia. They were obsessed with Fei Xiang and deeply sympathized with him in vain. The person who took the blame for the Daxinganling fire; the person who watched "Garrison Expendables " with excitement.

At that time, during the Spring Festival, the family always took a motor boat trip to Baidi City .

In March, the family took cold noodles and braised vegetables to the moraine at the mouth of the small river. The children were always excitedly scooping tadpoles and flying kites by the river.

At that time, Baidi City was connected by mountains and mountains.

The current Baidi City is a bonsai in the river, an isolated island.

We have pursued, struggled, hesitated, and been injured, but we have survived. The dreams of the past are stored in a quiet corner of my heart, and I will leaf through them quietly in my spare time. We pretend to be mature in front of others and dare not shed tears. When I was troubled, I asked myself countless times, who am I in life for? Calm down your mood: you are still willing to be a coward. Whether it's in class or at home. We seldom pretend to be ourselves in our hearts. These are the people born in the 60s and 70s who are stupid in the eyes of others.

text: Mao Xiaoyan

picture: network

editor: Kui Meier