This is true of refineries, as well as oil fields.
I grew up in the oil field courtyard, in my impression, it is a certain team, XX station, the people speak Mandarin very well...

A large courtyard, both office area and residential area, there are TV stations, kindergartens and shopping malls, do not walk a few steps on schools, hospitals, farms, granaries, station, club … … life seems to be required can be solved in within a radius of one kilometer!

When the children are walking to school, holding a Steamed Buns what pie, good condition also with a fried egg, walking and eating. From small to large schools are: XX oil field several kindergartens, XX oilfield several primary school, XX Petrochemical middle school, after I grew up, I know, at that time called enterprise run society.

As long as there are oil field people, there are class stations. Parents go to work by bus, small partners go to a relative, look at Grandpa and grandma, take a bus can also arrive. At that time, the feeling: “ the bus can reach where we are all over the world! ”

At that time, most of the students in the school were workers and children, and all of them lived in the same courtyard. Children go to school to hang a key on the neck, parents come home from work late afternoon, to the school home homework, and then rub two meals, the boss eat beans, Xi eat fat, other people's home is incense!

In the summer evenings, in the fields next to the yard, fireflies can be seen flying over. All the children in the street playing catch, mole cricket, and then eat chickens; catch fireflies placed in a glass bottle. Those who run around in the fields and play with their little companions are much more interesting than watching TV at home alone.

The deepest impression is moving, and at that time there is no commercial housing concept, each household is waiting for the oil field sub house, the staff's housing according to length of service and professional title distribution, with the growth of staff length of service, you can change to a larger, better house. Mat shed, small bungalow, two room, second floor, building … … they bear witness to our school days.

At that time, the envy of the oil field was the heating in winter. In the coldest days, two local children cheek frozen plateau red, we have always heating oil because of the doll, slippery tender, so where will be praised “ oil doll is beautiful ”. The wisdom of the people and also create a lot of good oil, they will not wash and dry clothes shop in the radiator, but also put the empty plastic bottles filled with water, put in the above, in the evening, the clothes are dry, hot water, put a quilt cover over, that is a warm morning, when can also wash with water.

The shop is open, the canteen is oil oil on the oil, hospitals and schools in the local conditions are the best, do the best, a lot of people are attracted by … … which can meet the student's mother, mother said, to be polite to say hello: aunt good bye, thank you aunt, aunt … … this is the traditional! In short, in the field of this small community, the people all knew each other, the children are playing together, visit each other, play and eat for free.

In quiet days, we grow up day by day. When the small partners grew up, many people went back to the oil field, became an oil worker, made up an oil field family, had their own baby.

But suddenly one day, we also began to face the restructuring of state-owned enterprises, reorientation diversion … … life intersection choice, there are also helpless, there is a loss of … …

With the increasingly serious situation in the oil industry and the separation of the social functions of the enterprises and the separation and transfer of the four for one industry, the oil man has devoted himself to a war without smoke of gunpowder.



Reform, more and more ideas change. “ learning will be eliminated ” “ no reform is dead, reform is death, death is no hope, death or Nirvana rebirth ” “ determination is more important than knowledge, as more important than the ability of ” … … in this Public opinions are divergent. was left, and there people choose to stick to.

Seemingly unchanged, forever is that courtyard, and our childhood memories … …
After work, I often miss the big chicken, spicy noodles neighbor aunt cooked, Miss hide and seek in the cultural center, miss Dad in a red evening clothes when they return like … …

Every generation has a long march for every generation
In this new era
As a member
We should also hold back our responsibilities
Take our long march road
Source: chemical 707;

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