It feels sweet to recall those people and things about Xiaochenguang.
that year that month that day. In the summer, a few of us little sisters were squatting by a well in Shaohua Lane, Hangzhou. The well was inside the wall door and was overflowing with moisture. An aunt came to fetch water. When she saw us sitting there, she asked: Have you done your homework? We nodded quickly. So I watched my aunt swing her arms and dance the buckets, and the buckets plunged into the well with "dong" sounds. She leaned over the well, wiped her hands a few times, and then brought the buckets up. The well was full of water. Auntie looked at us and said, "Pfft." He poured the water from the bucket on our feet, and we jumped up and down "Bingsha Le Bingsha Le", and Mulao said "Fa" (Fat, Hangzhou dialect, interesting).
It was getting late at night, and I was waiting for my mother at the intersection of Nanshan Road and Laodong Road. My mother was working as a teacher at Yinmajingxiang Primary School and didn’t get off work until dusk.
In those days, there were few cars and few people, and the sycamore trees on Nanshan Road were in full bloom. Looking up, the sky was covered with green shade. At this moment, a gentle voice fell into my ears. My mother called me and handed me a red bean popsicle. , 4 cents. The head of the popsicle is made of solid red beans. The beans are bulging out. You must first lick off the frost in your eyes. Then take a "click" and put it into your mouth. The popsicle rolling between your lips and teeth is chewy. , "Creak, creak, creak" was heard in the mouth for a long time.
At that time, the Nanshan No. 2 Primary School where we were located had to study engineering, agriculture and military every year. If we want to study in the army, we will go to the Sixth Company of Hard Bones to study; if we want to study in agriculture, we will go to the tea farm in Siyanjing to pick tea leaves. When we return to school, we will rehearse the program "Tea Picking Dance". In the song, we sing that tea picking is "like two roosters competing for rice." "Down again", the head teacher Zhang asked us to go home and watch the roosters competing for rice. The little sisters Yuan Li and Gao Yun came to my house to practice dancing. They also went to the next door neighbor Mrs. Qin's house to watch the roosters competing for rice.
If you are studying engineering, you will have more to say. We made sausages in the school-run factory, and I did the work of cutting meat, mixing ingredients, and making sausages. To this day, when I pass by the stalls of non-staple food stores, I am extremely proud to show off: I made this when I was a child. Of course, we still have many opportunities to participate in social labor. My primary school teacher, Teacher Zhang, said: "At that time, you would still go to the hotel near the lakeside to participate in social labor." The hotel is now located near the Zhiwei Temple in the lakeside. Usually when students arrive at the hotel, they follow the waiter. The waiter teaches us how to clean the room and how to check if there are any items left by the guests. In a short while, we found coins under the bed and pillows and paid the dues. ; After returning to school, everyone wrote essays. If they did well, Teacher Zhang would wake them up and read them to the whole class. It was (very) honorable.
At that time, our school would also let us go to Hangzhou Jianqiao Airport to participate in the glorious task of welcoming and seeing off foreign guests. I attended the airport welcome ceremony for Tito. We wore white shirts, green overalls, and hairbands made of pink crepe paper. We held flowers and sang and danced "Welcome, Welcome, Warm Welcome."
When we get back from the airport, we girls will reward ourselves by going to the "Haifeng Western Restaurant" on Yan'an Road to eat the "ice cream" there. "Ice cream" is ice cream plus juice, which is pronounced "Qili Gulu", which is quite embarrassing. "Ice Cream" was 1/2 a cup at the time. The cup that held the "Ice Cream" was a very thick glass. Half of the ice cream "popped" out. You first had to lick off the cream that spread down the cup. That was the last thing. What a fragrant taste. Then, we held the cup with both hands, looking around, and took a "swish" breath with great treasure... The taste traveled through thousands of rivers and mountains, and remains to this day.
Xiaochenguang is really embarrassed. (Wang Liping)
