That was the end of 1958, the winter was cold and the roads were muddy. When I was in the first grade, my family was moved to Huashi Village. At that time, it was a large group, eating a large canteen and living together with the village. My family was merged to the nearby Huashi Village. At that time, each village had kindergartens and primary schools.
Later, the canteen was handed over and my family moved back to Longjing Village, where I was originally living. This place is about two kilometers away from Huashi Primary School where I studied. It is always along the goblet path and Tiankan Road. If you are not careful, you will fall into the goblet or the field. The mountains here are steep and the ditches are deep. Some places suddenly fall by dozens of meters, forming a small waterfall. When it rains, the water in the gutter increases, and the water is surging, which is really scary. If you fall into a ditch, a six-year-old child will definitely die. I was very scared and didn't want to go to school, so I pretended to be sick and refused to go to school.
Later, my father learned that I was interested in skipping school, so he grabbed me and smoked it with a bamboo stick.
, however, it’s not the same as the draw, and the danger must exist, so my father carried me to school every day with his back pocket.
Because it was too far away and inconvenient, the next year, I transferred to my hometown Longjing Village to study. At that time, the village only had a first grade, so I re-ed the first grade.
In 1960, the primary school in our village was withdrawn, and I went to the commune primary school again, and I was still in the first grade.
That year was a food crisis, and the winter was cold and hungry. The winter in northwest Guizhou was relatively cold, with rain and fog often, and even snow and freezing. At that time, we had four brothers. Not only were we not enough to eat, we had no clothes to wear, but we had two ragged clothes, which were very cold and shoes were even more luxurious. I had never worn them when I was a child. I grew up to be in my teens, so I wore straw sandals myself. So it became normal for truant school at that time. Parents no longer scolded and beaten, and it would be great to survive in that environment. Later, my youngest brother finally failed to escape the food difficulties and died.
After 6 years, the land was laid down, and I grew up a little, and my life improved a lot. Not to mention skipping school from now on, I even brought books to read cows. As the saying goes, I was hiding the horns and attacking books.
What I admire very much is my flower cow. It is beautiful and sensible. As long as I stare at him, it will not eat the crops when his mouth touches it. As long as my eyes are staring at the book, it will take the opportunity to catch a mouthful.
The oil was very nervous and expensive at that time. We couldn’t read more books at night. In order to save lamp oil, my parents had to turn off the lights and go to bed at eight or nine o’clock. After the lights were turned off, I was still practicing calligraphy on the wall in the dark, but my father scolded me again. I didn’t sleep in the middle of the night, so I painted your mom XX.
None of the walls in my house are clean. They are either written in a mess or drawn by my brother. What about the walls?
I wanted to study, but I couldn't. As soon as I was about to enter junior high school, I encountered the Proletarian Cultural Revolution. This fuss and classes were suspended, which was called the resumption of classes and revolution. This fuss took several years. In 1969, I was 16 years old. I was not able to finish my studies, so a few classmates made an appointment and signed up to join the army together. I ended my student life cliff like this.
For a while, my classmates, our close brothers and uncles, joined the army many that year.
