Entangled by dreams: a story with aunt campus sanitation

A few days ago, my sister sent me a screenshot on WeChat, and finally attached a sentence:

"Aunt Huang still has your photo!"

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Aunt Huang is a common sanitation worker in our university campus. She has some messy short hair on her head, which makes people wonder whether it is natural curling or visiting the barber shop, or because she has not paid attention all the year round. There are some wrinkles under her eyes, which are the traces left by years on her; Dark complexion and rough hands make people know at a glance that although one foot has stepped into the bottom of the city, the other has not left the land cultivated for generations; And her smile, that kind of smile with more than eight teeth, is as bright as the sun and as naive as a child!

Have the opportunity to know aunt Huang. Our school has a labor week, and the whole school takes turns, so each major can only be held once every four years. The content of labor week is either to go to the office to sort out documents and clean up, or to clean the campus with sanitation workers. Because the time limit is one week, it is called labor week. My task is to sweep the school road with the sanitation aunt, or to pull grass on the grass (which really puzzles me: why pull grass? If you want to take care of it, it will be easier to push it with a lawn mower. Understanding the difficulty of sanitation workers is also the purpose of planning labor week. Since then, I seldom litter, whether on campus or outside school.

The members of a humanistic society I joined basically participated in the Labor Week and experienced the hardships of laborers like me. Society has always paid attention to the bottom and paid attention to the combination of theory and practice, so we thought: how to pass this experience on to more people? How can we bring more substantial help to workers, even beyond simple help, and rise to a higher level?

Later, we contacted a sanitation worker and decided to start by helping the sanitation worker sweep the floor, and this worker is Aunt Huang.

She and several other aunts are responsible for the hygiene of the staff dormitory. One Saturday morning, we started a story with Aunt Huang and several other aunts here. We sweat together and sometimes it may rain. Our bodies may be tired, but our hearts are extremely full-we have established another connection with this campus. From then on, we made an appointment with our aunts: meet at the old place every Saturday morning!

"Do you go to work so early every day?" Sometimes we clean well and chat with my aunt.

"Yes, it will be hotter later." Aunt Huang wiped the sweat on her face, and she usually followed with enthusiasm.

"And there is no rest." The aunt next to him added helplessly.

"Isn't it Saturday, Sunday or holiday?" I was a little surprised to ask.

"There is no holiday in the New Year."

"It's windy and rainy." Aunt Huang added.

Chatting with my aunt touched the hearts of local people. So in order to expand our influence, we decided to drive more people to join the ranks of sweeping the floor. Suddenly, our activities were widely promoted in many QQ groups in our school (WeChat was not very popular at that time) and even among our classmates. Although there are few respondents, someone has joined in, which is a start.

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As a result of sweeping the floor, we established trust and special friendship in the hearts of aunts, so that they gave us great help when we needed help later.

Here are two stories about "we".

I remember that every graduation season, our club would collect books for primary schools in poor mountainous areas. The collected books are mainly divided into three categories according to their functions. One kind is used by primary school students, such as extracurricular books, which are brought to them during teaching. One is that primary school students can't use it but college students can use it, such as college textbooks, which are sold to college students for charity, and the full proceeds are remitted to the teachers there; The last category is waste books and waste paper, which are sold to waste stations and the proceeds are remitted to teachers there. In a word, we want all the books and things like that. However, there are so many books of graduates in the whole school that transportation has become a problem.

At first, we used the most primitive method: put the books in sacks, carry them downstairs on our shoulders, and then carry them away by bike. So in the hottest June in the south, in every nine-story dormitory building, we all ran panting and sweating. Thankfully, all the club members who came to help me volunteered, so I didn't hear a complaint or even a sigh from beginning to end! Instead, everyone works hard and shuttles between floors.

However, even if you work hard at full speed, you will still be busy late, which will inevitably affect your professional study. These factors urge us to find a more effective and economical method.

On a cool night, we were sweating like a pig. It's past ten, and the back door of the school will be closed. All the students who come to help move the books know that closing the back door means going out the front door, which is a thankless thing. Suddenly someone said:

"Why don't we use Aunt Huang's garbage truck?"

This reminds everyone that although the garbage truck is dirty, there is almost no other garbage except leaves in the area where Aunt Huang is responsible, which is acceptable. The only worry is that I don't know if Aunt Huang will lend it to them. After our agreement, we will call Aunt Huang. After listening to our explanation, Aunt Huang said:

In this way, we pushed the garbage truck, loaded with books for fundraising, and shuttled through the campus. At that time, we looked very strange. Now think about it, it has a unique charm!

Another story is that my aunt taught us to farm. Farming in universities is really a wonderful thing.

Several students of the club and I rent a house outside the school, surrounded by villages in the city, where farming is not allowed in many places, and our courses are not many. Therefore, the heart is not as good as action, so I asked the local people for two nearby wasteland and planned to grow peanuts, sweet potatoes and vegetables for my own use.

However, in other places, we have different views on how to grow flowers. Although they all come from rural areas, the planting methods are different because of different places. Look at the land of the surrounding villagers, and the planting methods are different. After wandering, we thought of Aunt Huang and another aunt who lived nearby.

"It's delicious to make soup with black beans!"

When preparing the soil, we were all bitten by ants and fidgety. menstruation said lovingly:

"Don't wear slippers next time, put on cloth shoes."

They taught us to prepare soil, dig ditches, fertilize, sow seeds and cover the soil, see what we planted, and then see what our fellow villagers planted. Although it is far from enough, it is somewhat similar.

Later, my aunt visited our rental house, and we took out our own peanuts to entertain them.

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My sister was admitted to the university when I went out for an internship. Coincidentally, our universities are all in the same city. Because of my relationship, the members of the club got to know my sister and gave her a lot of help at the beginning of college. Later, she became one of the few members of the off-campus community and an active member of the community, so she naturally met Aunt Huang. This time, Aunt Huang gave my graduation photo to my sister, who cut the picture and finally returned it to me. This is more like a cycle.

After graduation, I went to work in the Pearl River Delta. I haven't been back to school for two years, and naturally I haven't seen Aunt Huang. But I know that as long as the club is still there, their "date" with Aunt Huang is still there. Moreover, on the basis of helping the sanitation workers to sweep the floor, my brothers and sisters also held a "May 1" Labor Day party for the workers, and performed skits and dramas for the campus workers, which really realized our original idea of going beyond simple help, by going up one flight of stairs.