26 years ago, I went to high school in a small town in the sweat belt of the Weibei Plateau. My hometown is 5 miles away from the town school. At that time, high school generally required to live in the school and go to evening self-study. It was usually around 10 o'clock when I went home. The road was full of country roads, which were bumpy and uneven. It was better in summer and dark in winter. Sometimes I was alone on the way back later, and I couldn't see my fingers. When I walked, I always felt that someone followed me... I sang on the road to boost my courage. In addition to students who live in the streets of the town, students in our surrounding villages generally choose to live in the school or to join relatives in the town.
Our school’s accommodation conditions are not very good. The dormitories were converted into the previous classrooms. In the large old classroom, two rows of simple trunks were nailed with wood boards and some waste wood. The two rows could accommodate about 30 people. The bedding was brought by myself, new, old, long, wide, thick and thin, all kinds of colors, shapes and sizes. At night, I brushed my head to the head, which looked a bit like the ancient carriage shop in modern TV series.
At that time, we went back to school on Wednesday afternoon and Sunday to get living expenses and food for the week. Generally, we were steamed buns or pot-kui. The dishes were basically pickled pickles from radish . Just add some salt, spicy and vinegar and mix evenly. If the family is in better condition, you will splash vegetable oil. When I was having dinner in the school, I bought some corn cereals in the school cafeteria, and at noon it was noodle soup and the kind that was used to wipe the water. We just ate dry food. Four or five classmates gathered together and opened the bottles of their own vegetables to eat together. But I didn’t feel bitter at that time. At that time, my father gave me five to ten yuan a week to live. It was not easy to think about it now. I usually save some school supplies and occasionally improve my life and eat a bowl of tofu brain. At that time, I thought it was a delicacy on earth.
The bags of the students carrying buns are hung up and down on the earth wall of the dormitory. On Monday, they all bulged and held them down on Friday. At that time, there were surprisingly many rats. The bags we packed buns basically had several holes, and they were often patronized by them. Speaking of which, no one in the city now would believe that when the mice ran on their heads at night, they would occasionally bit their toes. It is common for them to get bitten through their clothes, which is real.
At that time, rural schools did not have heating or heating facilities. The only thing was electric blankets. But at that time, the school was afraid that it would not be safe and not allowed to use it. However, dozens of people kept heating each other without feeling cold. They snored and grinded their teeth and farted at night. They had all kinds of sounds. If they wanted to study in the dormitory at night, they would light a candle and learn it. The light bulb went out on time at 10 o'clock in the evening.
Now I think of the days when day students lived in school, and the past seems to be in yesterday, the years that I can’t go back to, the youth that I can’t go back to.
