The founding of the commune was written by Chen Changli.
This poem comes from pension information and was released in August 2020.
It was really shabby with lack of food and clothing. I remember that I was in preschool. I went to school to read. The school was too difficult at that time. The desks were made of mud and wooden boards. I moved the stools from home. I didn’t have a watch to check the time when I went to school. Farmers I have a pair of astronomical eyes, the Big Dipper sets the time, the rooster crows twice during the fifth watch, I wear a cold cotton coat, and the quilt is warm before wearing it. There was no electricity in the school at that time, and I brought a kerosene lamp. You can read it after reading in the morning. Everyone is a little black-faced, so you should save money on oil lamps. There is an agency store in the village, which has ink, pens, paper and inkstones. Unfortunately, there is no money in your hands, so you chase your parents and pester them. At this time, the old man is also in a dilemma, leaving you in a henhouse. Collect an egg, take it to the store and exchange it. I recall that my childhood was too pitiful. In order to reduce the burden on the family, I walked all over the ditches and dug some wild vegetables to survive the famine years. Food and clothing were easy to manage in the summer, and I could make do with enough food in the autumn. In winter, that was not enough. It’s really miserable. There is too little cotton and too few clothes. I squeeze into the corner to keep myself warm. It’s a snowy day when I go to school. I shrink my head and cover my face with my hands. When I enter the house, I tremble all over. I have to hold the bowl over the stove for a long time, and my ears, feet, and hands are all frozen. Rotten, the back of the hand is chapped like a pig's face, even if it bleeds, I don't care, the dirt sticks to the face, and it has never been infected. I don't have long johns or a shirt, just wear cotton clothes directly on the body, it is ventilated from all sides and does not keep warm. When the weather is warm, it becomes a single shirt. , take out the cotton and continue to wear, after wearing the big one and the small one, the saddest thing is winter, but the children are looking forward to it, looking forward to the New Year every day, even if there are no new clothes to wear, they still look forward to the meal on the first day of the new year. I remember one year before the Spring Festival One day, my father went to the market to sell eggs and chili noodles for the New Year celebrations. He walked back and forth in the market, waiting for the meat to be cheaper. At this time, snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and the price of meat dropped by a few cents. He bought half a catty and rushed home. Unexpectedly, Forgetting to buy paper money at the street corner, no matter how poor you are, you still have to sacrifice your ancestors. Farmers from Qilu are kind-hearted and emotional. Looking back on those years, I feel sad. Life was too difficult. After drinking rice soup, I would lick the bowl. This phenomenon is very common. Every family They were all short of rice and noodles. Later, the policy was relaxed. I worked on my own land, picked up dung eggs during the winter vacation, and scattered them in the wheat fields after the New Year. A spring snow was very important. In June, the wheat was shining, and the wheat was harvested and milled._Yong Huan, Food has improved, but the economy is still very difficult. There is no choice in cultural entertainment. There is only one basketball board in the village, and one basketball teacher is in charge. Not everyone can play. If you want to buy toys, don't think about it. In the summer, let's roll mud eggs together, and in the winter, spin a spinning top. Playing, whipping the top and swinging it for fun, even if the back of the hand is frozen and cracked, the girl is playing feather shuttlecock, the boy is rolling in the barrel circle, and a group of people nearby are kicking tiles. Although the toys are very simple, the laughter spreads throughout the village, even though the life is difficult Optimistic, when I meet at a food stall after a market, I will find half a handful of peanuts. I eat them with a bang, a spoonful of glutinous rice in my mouth, a satisfied smile, and jump back home. I am not idle when I get home, fetching water to feed Putting pigs in pig pens, grinding and cutting grass to carry dung, sometimes grinding noodles at five o'clock, and turning around in the middle of the night while sleeping. Why grinding and grinding at night, and going to school at dawn? We have to do all these since we were young, just for food. Even though we have enough food, our life is not as long as it was because there was no pollution at that time. Now when I think about my childhood, it seems like it happened yesterday. Today, my food and clothing are better than before. When I think of my childhood, my eyes are full of tears. I have been running around for changes all my life. When I look back, I have become an old man. The years are like The shuttle has been devastated, and we are nearly 60 years old. Although our lives are sweet, we cannot remember our childhood. Forgetting the past is a betrayal. Children must remember that their parents were poor, so that happy days will last forever.