The dusty memory is gently opened. That past always lingers in the midnight dream.
The second year of going to the countryside was a hot day in June. When a touch of morning light falls on me, the seedlings under my feet are also bright. Pulling grass makes me climb the grid in the vast world and makes me feel poetic.
Sweating days make youth shine. Young people don't know the taste of sadness, which makes the old educated youth think that I am a little slow.
As the saying goes: in June, children change as they say. The sun was shining all day, and I was steamed and baked like dried radish in autumn by the scorching sun, and all the water evaporated, like frosted eggplant.
After a hot day, I climbed in the ground for a day, feeling that I was falling apart and staggered back to my youth. When I shake the pulley in the patio, the cool well water rises slowly along the bucket. Dark clouds suddenly came from the horizon, and then a gust of wind lifted my clothes like a naughty boy. Rain fell from the sky like a bamboo tube pouring beans, and soon my clothes were soaked. I rushed back to the dormitory with a basin of water.
Standing in front of the bedroom window, watching the rain curtain fall from the sky to the ground. ...
I don't know whose mother is calling her children in the distance, and the hurried steps on the dirt road are far away and near. Male educated youth ran into the patio, you were laughing and taking a natural shower.
The rivers around the village are also cheerful at this moment, restoring the vitality of the past. After such a day's work, I feel unconvinced when others step on me. It should be surging, and it should show men's masculinity.
The geographical position of our production team is surrounded by a river, and it is suitable for all ages to travel on it. Not only trapped the travelers, but also split the village in two, and the third team was put on the other side of the river!
We two new educated youths were assigned to three teams, and there were two old educated youths there before.
Four people have become the people who cross the river every day in our youth point! Laugh at yourself: strut across the Yalu River!
It's raining harder and harder, and heaven and earth are integrated. The lonely river began to make noise, shining in the dusk, and the waves rolled one after another. I clearly heard the sound of the river beating on the shore across the patio, and I suddenly remembered those four educated youths, two of my classmates. Rushed out of the house in a raincoat and ran to the river bank. I saw white waves surging and rapids whirling.
Looking at the other side of the river, four shadows crouched there, and a terrible sting made my tears and rain fly freely. ...
Soon a bunch of people gathered here, looking at four shadows, very helpless. Shouting, comforting, let them not be sad! Spiritual food and a few words of comfort didn't work on that stormy night. My classmate, the shy girl, first burst into tears, and then four people hugged and cried. Crying is stronger than the waves, crying shakes the river bank!
After so many years, the experience of that year is still vivid. My educated youth has nothing to write about, and it is difficult for mediocre youth to find the bright spot. However, looking across the river that night and shouting from the heart, everyone who has experienced it will never forget that stormy summer rainy night! That kind of worry comes from inner softness. ...