At first we, ignorant, ignorance of the XVI-year-old child, can not be called to the school but does not welcome us to accept the so-called re-education in rural areas. Is also the case, everyone from the rural environment in terms of personal feelings are in a completely alienated. Remember to give us both the educated youth team each multisection two bundles of mulberry trees for cooking section, to provoke members of the private whisper. There is standing in the sun bachelor dam loud racket, said that he join a company are paid a plow, Han did not return these people came to share our cheap. The hardships of life, the future unknown, so the mood is very low, many have taken the way back to the city to escape the farm, or to use force to pass a string of helpless time. But I have followed his father's teachings and believe in the "suffering of their mind, workers of their bones," the old saying, but why take root in the country in the busy season for heavy farm work to their own temper.
One afternoon I went to a neighboring village Sicko End plug the sales commission agencies to buy kerosene for lighting at night, passing a small playground Fenglin Township heard a classroom when there is organ accompaniment in the song came.
"For ages, but no Iraqis in the shadows, more residual Loujin, Lone Wild Goose a couple of sound, the warmth of past, present only in exchange for the desolate. ... ..."
Song attracted me, I came across the empty playground, classroom, and saw a man wearing a blue Zhongshan Fu organ sat in the black
Played and sang in front. His voice low, sound rich, emotional investment in particular, I even saw his eyes faintly gleaming in the bright tears. Hearing a lot of quotations from the Cultural Revolution's song and it fits some of the so-called carols, suddenly in the silence of dusk in the village heard this song to express personal feelings, and my heart suddenly moved to a different kind.
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