Datong Past -a Township's memory of the homeland

In 1990, a movie was all over the country, and the title "Mom Loves Me again".

Datong No. 2 Middle School organized teachers and students to see them at the Kowloon Cinema.

Jiulong Cinema, built in the 1950s, was at the junction of Dadong Street and Dushi Street in Datong City, and came to the "Kowloon Wall" on Dadong Street. In the past, the "dragon" on the theater door was traditional characters, and many children were called "Jiuneng Cinema".

Later, the exterior wall of the theater was refurbished. The 8 -story steps outside the door, 4 large cylinders, and the gray -white exterior walls were very elegant. There are two floors in the theater -half -section and two floors, with black and red double -layer double -layer glasses on the windows. As soon as the curtains are pulled up, it is the same as the night.

Watching "Mom Love Me once", the girls brought handkerchiefs.

At the beginning of the movie, I heard the girl next to me crying.

She cried so early, I stared at the screen for a long time and didn't find a place to cry.

After a while, people in the front and back row cried.

I don't cry if I don't cry anymore. I put my hand in my pants pocket and touched the handkerchief, and wiped tears in front of my eyes.

The movie was scattered, and people ran away. At a glance, I saw Teacher Liu who taught Chinese. Her face was dry, her eyes were drawn makeup, and she didn't spend at all.

I said: Teacher Liu, why didn't you cry?

Teacher Liu said: This deliberately crying movie can't cry!

I think of it, Teacher Liu can really bear it.

After coming out of the theater, when he met Bai Jun, his eyes were crying.

I went up and dragged his sleeve: You are more fragile than a woman. He pierced my hand and opened my hand: You are a little bit.

Bai Jun and I have been at the same table since the first grade of elementary school. In junior high school at a school, and a school in high school.

Datong's Dadong Street is a bustling street. There are many restaurants. There are auspic sugar that Datong people like to eat, as well as cake shops -steamed yellow cakes are very muscular.

There is also a Sanwei Book House, just renting books and not selling books, just opposite Kowloon Cinema.

My brother's brother was at home and held a rental card with a reputation certificate. He used his brother's card to rent a book and lent it to me after reading it.

He lent me a "Fire Paradise". I was sitting on the balcony on the third floor of the East Garden after watching it, crying. This is compared to crying.

After letting go, I told him: Let's go to Sanyi Bookstore together to see what good books are.

Sanyi Bookstore, eight or nine square meters, a bookshelf on the wall, the flowers and green books one layer after layer, some pages were shot out of the sunlight.

Standing on the floor of the book house, I turned around and felt that all of them were good books.

Suddenly someone pushed me: What are you here?

I looked at Bai Jun at a glance.

He stunned the boy next to me, and said politely: The students couldn't read these books, and let the teacher confiscate the teacher at school. You have to pay.

I was a honest child at the same table, and lowered my head and said to me: Let's go wow.

The next day, I told Xiaota Ren about this.

She said: You don't know, the Sanyi Book House was opened by Bai Jun's house?

I opened my mouth.

During class exercises, I stood at the door of Bai Jun's class and waited for him.

what do you mean? In your bookstore, why don't you tell me, you don't know if you read this book, it is not enough!

Bai Jun: You'd better not read those books, not suitable.

This Bai Jun is really angry.

In September 1990, the Asian Games in Beijing, the second middle school organized students to open a bonfire party on the playground. The Asian Games passed to Datong's Asian Games ignited the bonfire on the school playground.

The program of our class is the communication dance "Friendship Land".

Teacher Liu chose 10 boys and 10 girls in the get out of class, and rehearsed on the open space in front of the teaching building after class.

The boy who paired with me was tall, and the person was also Peugeot.

For the first time, I pulled my hands with the boy, and my palms were sweaty. The boys on the opposite side were also very nervous and stepped on my feet several times. I heard someone laughing in my ears, a bit like a coax.

I looked at Bai Jun at a glance.

On Sunday morning, the second squad leader of the elementary school classmate and Xiaota Ren arrived at my house. My mother's lamb carrot stuffed dumplings, leaving them for lunch at home. My mother said: Today, did that happy Bai Jun come?

The second squad leader, Xiaotao Ren, and Bai Jun are all elementary school classmates. They grew up together. My mother also likes Bai Jun. Every time I mention him, it is called "Hi Ren Bai Jun".

I don't speak, and the second class and Xiaota Ren don't speak.

Bai Jun and I made a noise, but no one knew what. I am weird. Suddenly, the two of us are awkward. Is this what?

As soon as I arrived at the school, Teacher Liu said: The boy who dances with you is a long -distance running student. On behalf of the school, he goes to the Datong Railway Station to welcome the torch. You can't dance and dance, right?

I said: Ah, don't change it, I won't jump anymore!

It's troublesome, saving trouble. I didn't dance with boys, I was a little relaxed in my heart.

On the day of the bonfire party, the students were dressed up beautifully and were very excited. My dance companion -long -distance running specialty, wearing a white sportswear, a white circle on her forehead, holding a torch in my hand, standing at the school gate to set off, people look really spirit.

I passed by him, and he saw me, as if he opened his mouth to talk to me.

I lowered my head and sighed.

In the afternoon, we went to school, we moved to the stool, sat on the playground, and waited for the torch. Datong is already autumn, and the wind blows a bit cold. I wore a thick sweater, but did not block the wind. I was sitting behind me at the same table. He stabbed my back and handed a book with skin. I opened it and it was Ben Qiong Yao's book.

I said: Did you borrow a book again?

He said: It was your elementary school classmate who asked me to give you!

Bai Jun? Neuropathy!

I quickly stuffed Qiong Yao's book into the schoolbag and pressed my hands on it, because I didn't see what the title was.

The Asian Games finally welcomed! My dance partner held the torch highly and ran into the middle of the playground. The horn sounded loudly in the horn, and the students patted their hands hard. Two piles of bonfires were ignited on the playground. The first show was "Friendship Land".

Our class 9 wears uniform costumes, holds hands, and dances on the playground.

Sitting below watching others dancing, I was a bit uncomfortable in my heart.

I took out Qiong Yao's book in the schoolbag. I wanted to read the title of the book. As soon as I opened it, I saw a movie ticket with a red letter: Kowloon Theater.

Boil

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