Huayin exit of Lianhuo Expressway is the only way back to the factory. In the era when there was no expressway, we all took the shuttle bus (commuter car) from the factory to Xi 'an. At that time, the ticket price was around 8 yuan, and it gradually rose from 25 yuan to 30 yuan as the oil price rose. Later, there was no so-called shuttle bus at all, and social vehicles and trains became our modes of transportation to and from Xi 'an Anhe factory.
Bypassing the current lotus lamp and crossing the river dam, a familiar picture appeared in front of me-"Yellow River Factory" I came back.
Look at that mountain. Up to now, I still feel that the top of the mountain on the left is like a huge Xiantao, and the one on the right is like a sleeping giant. This photo accompanies every day of our childhood. ...
The degree of corrosion of roadside traffic signs shows the vicissitudes of life here ...
Although the pavement is paved with cement, it has been in disrepair for a long time, and the place where the national roads meet is still bumpy. The pavement in my memory is paved with pebbles. Although there is no cement, it is still flat. The willows on the roadside are already flourishing. There is no trace of water in the dam. It is no longer the rocky pile of the past, but the lush weeds. Occasionally, free-range chickens and sheep are seen foraging in the dam.
Remember this broken bridge? It used to be a water conservancy facility. After all these years, it's still the same. It seems that it has never been put into use, but it is a place where our children often go to play, and of course it is also one of our choices for morning reading.
The gate of the hospital is still like that, with more advertising banners than I remember. It is said that the hospital has been owned by the local government, so advertising is still essential. At that time, a gate was often locked, and the guard room behind the gate was gone. ...
Walking on, not far away is the gate of the stadium. Except for the noise in memory, it is still like a dream. ...
Through the rusty fence, I saw the landmark building in everyone's mind-the stadium.
The bathhouse has changed beyond recognition. I still remember that the conditions were limited at that time, so I could only take a bath in a public bathhouse, not every day. We can't remember the details of every week from 135 to 246. Near the stadium is the door of the men's bathhouse, and near the guest house is the door of the women's bathhouse. At that time, it was also a great pleasure for us to go to the bathhouse in groups of three and five. Later, the conditions at home gradually improved, and the shower was installed, and the bathhouse was contracted out, so I never went there to take a bath again.
The terrazzo tables and stools are still there, but the lines on the chessboard are no longer as clear as they were then.
The current stadium is not as big as I remember, which may be the reason why we grew up. Two standard basketball courts have added two brand-new table tennis tables. With the banning of the school playground, it has become the only fitness place for residents of the Yellow River community.
This slide bears the memory of at least two generations. We skated when we were children, and now my children have skated. Like me then, this is my son's favorite place to go when he comes to the factory. Before the slide was built, it was already a place that children of all ages must go every day. Although it is still being polished, it still can't stop the children's enthusiasm, and I don't know how many pairs of pants have been worn out ... Now there are dents on the surface of the slide, which is really sad.
The north gate yard of the stadium used to be a mysterious place, and it was often closed. I don't know what organization it is, but I can only look down on the railing next to the slide.
This is the projection room, and the film projector is in this room. On the day when movies are shown in the factory, the whole family, old and young, and Fiona Fang people will come, bring their own benches and buy a pack of melon seeds for 20 cents. Many classic movies have been shown here, such as Red Sorghum, Jiao, etc., especially the anti-Japanese war movies, and the classic movies such as Tunnel War, Mine War and Plain Guerrilla are never tired of watching. Now it has become a prop storage place for self-help classes for opera fans.
The library behind the podium, I don't know when it became like this. The bare brick wall tells us the desolation inside. How much food for our spirit is stored here? Verne's science fiction, Jin Yong's martial arts anecdotes, science pictorial and so on are all borrowed from here. The lobby on the first floor used to be the venue for various exhibitions such as employee painting and calligraphy exhibition, product exchange meeting and employee ballroom dancing.
The once spotless stadium, now the cement has cracked and deciduous weeds are everywhere.
The toilets in the stadium are rarely used in my impression. The door is always closed at ordinary times, but it is opened when there is a basketball league in the factory. It is indeed cleaner than the toilet outside the stadium, and there are lights. Now it's more like a forgotten corner.
Out of the small gate of the stadium, it is the first building in the family area. Except in the past, the exposed drains were sealed by thick cement cover plates, and the trees were no longer saplings and lush.
Out of the stadium, it is what we call a "big shop". The big shops in the Yellow River Factory provided us with rich material security when we were young. Rice, flour, grain, oil (after the grain depot is cancelled), daily necessities and school supplies are basically bought from here. At that time, we squatted on the cement counter more than one meter high and described what we needed to the assistant aunt. Later, slowly, the cement counter became a wooden frame glass, and later it became a supermarket now.
In my impression, there is a cold drink shop opposite the big store. At that time, one and a half dollars saved by Mao Piao could drink a bottle of sweet Zimmerman here, which was already a luxury. As for when it became a supermarket, I really can't remember.
The post office next to it became a postal savings bank. It used to be an important position to communicate with the outside world. In the era when there was no telephone and Internet, letters, telegrams, newspapers and magazines all came from here. Every Christmas and New Year's Day, it is a very prosperous place. Friends buy postcards and stamps here and send them to all corners of the country. At that time, eight Great Wall stamps were the most common.
Opposite the post office is what we call a "small shop", where most of the snacks in the kindergarten are bought. What bubble gum, fig, step by step, licorice apricot ... it makes my mouth water! This used to be an important position for parents to deal with babies who didn't love kindergarten. Whenever they don't want to go to kindergarten, their parents always trick us into coming here in the name of buying delicious food. Eating my favorite snacks, I completely forgot about refusing to go to kindergarten, and then my parents stepped into the factory gate with the music of "three disciplines and eight attentions".
Speaking of kindergarten, it is a place full of good memories. Almost all the places called "children of the Yellow River Factory" are receiving education for the first time. At that time, the toys in the kindergarten were very simple, only two steel swivel chairs and a slide, but every day I ran to the kindergarten early to grab the "1" bench. Sunbathing and playing games here every day. When the off-duty broadcast was about to ring, I was eagerly waiting for my parents to pick it up on the railing of the balcony. As long as our parents walk to the door of the factory, we will tell the teacher immediately when we see them, and the teacher will tacitly let us leave the kindergarten and join the parents. Here we learned to walk, here we learned to speak, here we received pre-school education, and more importantly, here we established a profound friendship. Therefore, as long as you meet a partner who goes to kindergarten together, there will always be inexplicable kindness!
Sub-school, another place full of happy memories. We finished primary school, junior high school and senior high school here. From here, we left the place where we once desperately wanted to leave, but now we dream of seeing it again. Not much to say, above.
I once remembered the address of "Yellow River Engineering Machinery Factory School in Huayin County, Shaanxi Province" changed to "huayin city Yellow River School".
The school also has boarders! This is very rare when we go to school, because the home of every teacher and student in the school is only 5 minutes' walk from the school. Think about it. I still use the door of the free market when I go to school. Later, we moved to the factory, and later we arrived at this position. The previous two doors were abandoned.
Look at our playground, there is no loess and flying sand. Table tennis bank has changed from cement and bricks to high-grade. Unfortunately, the football field played in that year has become much smaller, and the podium and long jump bunker beside the flagpole have disappeared, but it is still pretty. I really envy children now.
Seen from a distance, the teaching building remains the same. I really want to go up and have a look
The locked door is a bit sad, and the past time is like this locked door that can't be crossed after all.
The tradition of bulletin board is still there, hehe. At that time, all classes competed to perform, just to keep the flowing red flag symbolizing glory. Every Monday, the campus work is summarized, and all the teachers and students line up in the center of the playground. There are also some novel news, such as which class students made any mistakes and so on.
The teacher's conference room next to the iron gate on the first floor remains the same, and professional conference tables and chairs have replaced simple tables and chairs.
Did you get a look at him? The railing of the corridor was raised. Before and after class, the railing is our gathering place. Not much to say, readers recall each other ... it should have ended here, but they always feel that there is a taste missing. It turns out that this is a very important breakfast taste. What kid from the Yellow River Factory didn't mention this smell? Look at the picture!
Yes, it's just rolled dough, tofu brain and Beijing cake. These three are the lingering smells in my mind, and they are also the smells that a brother remembers when he is drunk. Handmade dough is not what it used to be. I heard that I moved somewhere in Xi 'an. Since I moved, that smell has become a memory. Remember the scene when we ate with sesame cakes and rolled dough? Many years later, I went abroad on business, but the same way of eating was despised. Tofu brain still tastes the same. I have to say that Huayin's tofu brain is excellent in taste and taste, tender and refreshing, and it is a perfect match for steamed bread. Zan (Jing) cake, why should it be pronounced? This is a kind of inheritance. We have been reading like this since childhood, and we still read like this. In the dark iron pot, the perfect combination of dates and glutinous rice, the smell of My Sweetie ... I found this in the careful audience. One thing is missing in the picture, that is rice noodles. Originally, beef slices could be seen in the rice noodle at 60 cents, but now there are only a few shrimp skins in the rice noodle at 4 cents, not to mention.
After reading it, continue to start sensational. At that time, we were happy and lively. Although there are occasional schoolwork pressures, there are always ways to solve them. Playing football, singing, turning crabs in the mountains, fishing for small fish, picking weeds in the wild and baking a sweet potato ... In short, the bigger the house now, the more you find the unique charm of a 30-square-meter cabin. Now the constant footsteps urge us to run on the road. When can we calm down and look back on what we once had? Dear friend, when you are unhappy, think about our childhood. When you move forward with a heavy load, think about our past ... don't let new memories erase old memories, and don't let the difficulties of the present obscure the joy we have. Go back and have a look often, friends of the Yellow River Factory! The style of writing is limited and sensational. Welcome to clap bricks, which shows that we still have our indelible youth in our hearts!