Northeastern Rural Areas in the 1990S

"Northeast Rural Areas in the 1990s" When I was six years old, my mother was a substitute teacher and put down her chalk for the sake of the family; my father was silent and hid his debt in his wine glass. And I am the captain of the class. In spring, they send manure, in summer they gather grass, in autumn they peel corns and sweet potatoes, in winter they kill New Year pigs and make pickled vegetables. On New Year's Eve, the door is open all night long. Before I get up on the first day of the Lunar New Year, New Year greeters flock in. When they see people entering the door, they kowtow, regardless of whether there is soil on the ground. One by one, my family ordered people to eat pig meat, which made my voice hoarse and I felt very proud. I walked barefoot on the sun-heated dirt road, stole corn and ate it, went to Shuiquangou to catch tadpoles, and was frightened by an owl and fell three times. The ice cream seller made a clanging sound, and all the children in the village rushed out. A bag of corn is exchanged for a small pocket of Guoguang apples. One bite makes you squint your eyes with sourness. Later, my mother dug out the old textbook late at night and sighed softly; Da Zhuang gave me the slingshot before going to work in the south. I was poor at that time, but my heart was not empty. After walking out of the mountain, the wind in the mountain was still blowing in the cracks of my bones.