In the depths of my memory, there is a small street that is no more than 100 meters long and is called Di Feng. The street surface is neither shiny asphalt nor smooth cement. Just like the small dirt road leading to the entrance of the village in front of my house, it is muddy in rainy days and bumpy in sunny days, only slightly wider than that small dirt road. However, it is this humble street that often walks into my dream and haunts my thoughts. Every time I think of it, it is so sweet and warm.

A primary school, a middle school, a medical station, an agricultural technology station, a credit station, a supply and marketing cooperative and a mass stage form the whole side street. I only remember that the land contract responsibility system was not implemented at that time, and the adults were still members of the production team. They are busy with production and water conservancy during the slack season every day, so they encourage each other in groups of three and five, shouting, "Go, learn!" " "Let's visit this rich land!" So, the man holding the old man, the woman holding the child, happily ran from all directions.

My home is five miles away from Di Feng. I need needles, thread, soap, washing powder, matches, salt and other necessities at home, so I have to go to Di Feng to buy them. If my sister and I have a headache, fever and chills, my parents will go to Di Feng to see a doctor first. If Di Feng can't see it, they will go to the county town 20 miles away. In addition, every year on August 1st in the Gregorian calendar, Di Feng will sing a big drama and hold a material exchange meeting to attract businessmen and people from the county, Cui Mu and Miaowan. The drama is sung for three days and four nights, and it is crowded for three days and four nights. In my young mind, the rich land is a paradise in my dream and a paradise in reality. I'm over five years old, and I haven't been to the county seat, let alone to other big places. I haven't even seen those buildings and parks, and I can't tell what they look like.

On a sunny Sunday morning, after dinner, my mother took out the yellow canvas bag at home, opened the small crock for eggs on the table, carefully filled the bag with ten eggs, and asked my sister to sell them one after another, and then bought six pounds of salt with the money from selling eggs. My second sister and I are both shouting happily to leave. My mother smiled and agreed, and told my sister that we could spend the remaining ten cents on salt. We three brothers and sisters are all jumping and jumping, feeling happier than Chinese New Year.

After saying goodbye to my mother, my sister took my second sister and me out of the house with eggs on her back. As soon as I arrived at the entrance to the village, I met my third aunt at the east end of the village and my eldest sister's classmate Ping Jie. Third Aunt said that she would go to Di Feng to pull two feet of serge cloth, because her niece's nephew will have a full moon every few days, and she would take it as a gift. Sister Ping Li said that her family had run out of matches, and her mother gave her twenty cents to buy matches in Di Feng. Second sister happily told Third Aunt and Sister Ping Li that the three of us were going to sell eggs, and when we sold eggs, we bought salt, and we could spend the remaining ten cents on salt. Third aunt smiled and said, a dime can buy ten pieces of candy, which can make you three greedy cats have a good meal. Sister Ping Li looked at her sister's canvas bag with envy. Then she took the twenty-cent bill out of her pocket, rubbed it twice with her thumb and forefinger, and then lowered her head. A pack of matches is exactly 20 cents. I know what Sister Ping Li is thinking.

Now is the season of early spring, and it is the season of wheat seedling germination. The green wheat fields are endless and dancing in the breeze, which is very beautiful and spectacular. Passing by a wheat field, she saw a large group of members hoeing wheat in the wheat field, and Third Aunt greeted the group happily. Suddenly I found a father in the group, and at this time, my father seemed to see us. He turned around, with a hoe in one hand and a handkerchief in the other. He wiped the sweat on his cheek with the handkerchief and looked at us happily. Second sister is raising her arms and waving to her father. Passing by a waterlogged pond, I saw a pair of ducks drowning in the waterlogged pond, so they came to lie down and were so happy. Passing an apple orchard, I saw pink apple flowers hanging all over the branches, bright and open, and swarms of bees flying among the flowers. I think, when the autumn harvest season comes, the fruit trees will be full of big, red and sweet apples. Passing by a fish pond, I saw a silver-gray fish flashing on the water, then whizzed into the bottom and disappeared. There are only a few strange fairy tadpoles left on the water, wagging their heads and jumping up and down. At this moment, I really want to stop and watch quietly by the fish pond, hoping that the silver-gray fish will appear again. However, looking at the footsteps of the elder sister and the second sister, I can only swallow back the words that are about to reach my mouth.

The rich land has finally arrived. I saw red machine tiles, blue iron gates, red brick walls and red national flags fluttering in the wind in the sky. I know elder sister and second sister are reading, running, singing and playing games in the red courtyard wall. In the near future, I will also carry my schoolbag and walk into this red courtyard wall. How happy and happy it was at that moment! I saw another red brick wall, blue iron gate. A brand-new four-wheeled tractor is parked in the gate. The tractor has a red front and a green carriage. A man in a work uniform was sitting in the cab, holding the steering wheel and looking at me with a cheerful smile. I'm almost five years old. I have never seen a train, plane or car. At this moment, if I can sit in front of this tractor, how happy and glorious it will be. I really want to rush into the yard and shout "uncle" to the man in overalls, so that I can touch the front and carriage of the tractor, and preferably the steering wheel. But at this time, I found that the "uncle" in the uniform of labor cloth had changed his face. He seemed to realize my motivation, and his cheerful smile disappeared. Instead, he frowned and nodded to me from time to time. I was frightened and ran away like a duck. After escaping from the blue iron gate, I saw a big house with a red cross on it. Through the glass window of the big house, I saw a man in a white hat and a white coat giving an injection to a man leaning on a stool. From the mouth of adults, I know that people in white hats and jackets are doctors. They give injections to people who are sick or disobedient. At this moment, an idea suddenly occurred to me. When I grow up, I also want to be a doctor, a doctor who specializes in injecting people. When I give an injection, I give it to whoever I like and give it to whoever I hate. "Little brother, we are going into the salesroom. Why are you still standing there? " While I was meditating, I heard my second sister calling me. It turns out that the big sisters and others have arrived at the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, and I have been left behind. I hurried to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Following the elder sister and the second sister, I stepped into the door of the sales department of the supply and marketing cooperative. The salesroom is crowded with people, and colorful and varied goods are filled with a circle of shelves and counters. I squeezed into the book counter to look at the picture book in the glass counter, but my arm was caught by my second sister. "Don't run around, go and sell eggs with big sister!" Second sister whispered. I followed my second sister to the shopping counter. At this time, the elder sister had sold out the eggs, holding an empty canvas bag in one hand and a Zhang Yiyuan bill in the other, saying that she would lead me and the second sister to buy salt. My second sister and I followed my sister to the grocery counter. The elder sister and the second sister spread canvas bags to buy salt, while I turned to look at colorful goods and people buying things. After a while, my elder sister and my second sister came to me with a canvas wrapped in salt. It turned out that they had an argument about how to spend the remaining ten cents. The second sister wants to buy a box of crayons, and the elder sister wants to buy a bow. A box of crayons costs 80 cents, and a bow costs 60 cents, but the eldest sister only takes 10 cents! At this moment, the third aunt who finished the cloth came along, followed by sister Ping Li, who was carrying a pack of matches. After the third aunt asked the reason, she decided to buy a pencil for the elder sister and the second sister, and used the remaining twenty cents to buy two pieces of fruit candy, one for me and one and a half for the elder sister and the second sister. Just as I was tearing open the candy paper and preparing to send the candy into my mouth, I saw Sister Ping Li staring at me with expectant eyes. I can't forget that look.

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Time flies, the years are ruthless, and more than 30 years have passed in an instant. At this time, I have reached middle age and become the father of two children. Over the past 30 years, my life, including many people and things around me, has undergone tremendous changes. Asphalt roads extend in all directions, and passenger stations, community health centers and community public service centers have been built. Farmers' libraries, garden squares and fitness squares have also been built, and solar panel street lamps have been installed. The supply and marketing cooperatives have also been abolished, and all the old houses have been demolished. Instead, a two-story "farmer friend" supermarket chain was built. Elder sister died of illness more than ten years ago. Second sister became a teacher. Sister Ping Li and her husband are doing building materials business in Baoji, living in a house and driving a luxury car. It is rare to go back to my hometown for about a year now. My third aunt, who is over 60 years old, is now cooking for her grandson who is studying in the county. I often meet her in the street. From her mouth, I know that her niece's nephew is married now, and the children can go out to play soy sauce. As for me, after work, I read books, write articles, recall people and things in my past life and write them on paper.