The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in 83 was still relatively rich according to the material conditions at that time.

The rain and snow outside accentuate the warmth and warmth of the atmosphere in the dining hall.

Everyone politely clinked glasses to each other and drank as much as they wanted.

Those who are not good at drinking should eat well early, and comrades who went to change stations to self-defense posts came to eat.

After dinner, most of them stayed in the dining hall and waited to watch the gala on TV.

The table tennis table is not empty, 21 points a game, whoever loses and who plays, generally does not give a chance to practice.

When you encounter someone who wants to take some time, someone will immediately shout on the side:

"Let's go! Begin! ”

After drinking a little wine, his voice was very loud, and he looked very real, and the people who played were naturally embarrassed and began to score.

Director Huang doesn't like to play table tennis very much, but he likes to play recreational chess very much, and he has a lot of fun with a group of people around the recreational chess table.

When I went to Dancheng to buy coal some time ago, I bought it according to the requirements of the leader.

This thing occupies a small area, only the size of a small dining table, and the competition between two people is a very new entertainment equipment.

Thirty-two pieces are divided into red and green, and four white pieces are used for archiving.

The countertops are square in shape and surrounded by a fence.

There are four holes in the platform. Next to the four holes, there are four white circles.

The white circle has four lines connected into a square.

Whoever hits the piece into the hole first wins.

When the Spring Festival Gala began, the dining room was quiet.

For the first time in 83, the Spring Festival Gala was broadcast live, and the program was also very exciting.

The deepest memory is "Hometown Love" sung by Li Guyi, which is particularly heartfelt.

The lyrics of this song are delicate and touching, and her soft voice and tranquil aura sound like weeping, bringing my thoughts to the remote mountain village of my hometown.

I thought of my mother and my loved ones back home.

I think they must be missing me at this moment, too.

Instantly, a sour fluid slipped down the nose and down the throat.

The sound of "grunting" throat was drowned out by the loud music, but it was so real to me.

My self-defense post was on duty at 12 o'clock, so I went to the dormitory early to put on a cotton hat and coat.

The sentry post is at the staircase on the second floor, where a few steps up the attic is the arsenal.

I sat there and listened to the host and the audience counting down in unison, followed by New Year's greetings and blessings mixed with the sound of firecrackers.

When I heard the host greet the commanders and fighters of the People's Liberation Army who were sticking to their posts, tears welled up in my eyes.

I suddenly thought that I was 20 years old, and I felt that life passed so quickly!

Looking at the snowflakes falling in front of me, I thought of my relatives back home.

Some time ago, my eldest brother's son was full moon, and he took a photo and sent it to me, which looked very much like when I was a child.

At this time, I had a picture of my nephew in my mind, and I thought of a lot of things when I was a child...