你爸的中学时代?那就是一个字,苦。哪有你现在这么好的条件!“奶奶说,”新衣服一年最多只有一套,破了又补,补了又穿,而且除了读书还得帮家里干活,年纪轻轻的两只手上就都是老茧……你还是去听他自己讲吧。“野”苦?当然苦啦,哪有你这么好的命!“爸爸说,”那时候学校远,又不能住校,还没有食堂,早上必须早早起床,两点一线的那条路,每天要走上四次呢。不过……“爸爸兴致勃勃的叙述,把我带进了这样一幅画面之中:一群男生女生肩挎书包,手拿镰刀,走出校门,踏上回家的乡村小道。不一会 Your dad's middle school age? That is a word, bitter. ”Where are you such a good condition now!“ Grandma said, ”There is only one set of new clothes in a year. It is broken and replenished. It is supplemented and worn, and you have to help the family in addition to reading. The young age is two. Only hands are old ... you still listen to him speak. “Wild” bitter? Of course you suffer, how can you have such a good life! “ Dad said, At that time the school is far away, but can not live in school, there is no cafeteria, you must get up early in the morning, two-point line that How do you walk four times a day? But... ”Dad's stimulating narrative brought me into this picture: a group of boys and girls shoulder bag, holding a sickle, out of school, set foot on the home country path.