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I sat on the bus bound for Changzhi, and my thoughts went back to 48 years ago. 196 1 when I was sixteen years old, I got the admission notice from Taihang middle school, but I didn't have the courage to report to Taihang middle school alone. During those years of famine, whenever I came home from school, my sallow and emaciated father always told my thin mother to try to prepare some vegetable balls or porridge for me to fill my hungry stomach. In order to help us innocent children tide over the difficulties, parents have been frugal and hungry for a long time, which leads to malnutrition and bloated father moaning in the hospital bed every day.
I will never forget that it was the two catties of ox bones that the commune distributed to dying patients free of charge every month, which made my father lucky to escape from the gate of hell and return to the world. The moment I learned that I got the high school admission notice, my father's gaunt face lying in his hospital bed showed a gratified smile. My father couldn't send me to school, so my uncle used a wooden stick, carrying my quilt at one end and my book at the other, and walked with me for more than 100 miles and went straight to Taihang Middle School. By the time I got to the gate of Taihang Middle School, I was exhausted.
At school, with a scholarship of seven dollars a month, I often can't eat a meal because I owe food. Whenever this ...