铁燕农场, seem to seal the deepest bonding, in my memory of class78. Happy, and sorrow (sorry, I can not write in Chinese). We lost 6 classmates, and one teacher. One of the girl who perished, was stting on the same class-table with me. I still remember her face. 铁燕农场, instill the values of simplicity, a sense of commune, appreciation of human individuality ever since after...My memory are mostly fond of the era, especially the girls who wentt through it all...at the lowest point in life, I sometimes remember/compare to the time, it seem to offer me strength. Boys, and guys, I have kind of a sad story to share about 铁燕农场. We, boys, lonely at the evening, and banned from contacting girls on most occassion, went the old-man/bank watcher's house (about 20 meters from our dorm). It was mostly under candle lights, the subject of conversations with the oldman were always about girls in our class, the fantacies...Eventually, the oldman, picked the youngest/weakest boy, to have him masterbate/display his gentitles among us, as the fantasy discussion went on...this happens on a regular basis for a period... * I hope the young/weakest classmate is OK in his adulthood (sorry, I don't remeber his name any more, and please dont dwelle on this issue). * I clearly remember the girl that we fantasized of. We wrote so much poetries in the boy's room, each one is a rendition about our fantacies of her, and the other girls in our class... I intend to contact this girl, to fully let her know of what happen then. Again, that was our times, take it as a package deal. Good and bad. Cheers, John C. |