Practicum

Jack

May 20, 2026

In the second year of my technical secondary school, my classmates and I attended a tractor plowing practicum at a state-owned farm in another city, over 100 kilometers from our school.

The school hired a bus to take us there at the beginning of October.

The farm headquarters looked like a small village, with several workers' houses and a headquarters office.

The farm was different from where I grew up, where villages were densely clustered. There were no villages here—only endless fields as far as the eye could see.

Our task during this practicum was to drive Dongfanghong crawler tractors to plow the fields day and night. Of course, we took turns working in shifts.

When we took the night shift, we had a break at midnight and were served delicious mutton soup—something we always looked forward to.

The land was vast, the night pitch-black, and the tractor’s headlights extremely bright. With a veteran driver sitting beside me, I steered the tractor steadily forward, and all we could hear was the roar of the engine.

In the morning, a thin layer of mist hung over the fields, and morning glories, heavy with dewdrops, climbed over the fences around the workers' houses—such a beautiful idyllic scene.

We finished the practicum at the end of October and returned to our school. Since then, I haven’t had a chance to go back. I often wonder if everything there has changed a lot.

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In the second year of my technical secondary school, my classmates and I attended a tractor plowing practicum at a state-owned farm in another city, over 100 kilometers from our school.

The school hired a bus to take us there at the beginning of October.

The farm headquarters looked like a small village, with several workers' houses and a headquarters office.

The farm was different from where I grew up, where villages were densely clustered.

There were no villages here—only endless fields as far as the eye could see.

Our task during this practicum was to drive Dongfanghong crawler tractors to plow the fields day and night.

Of course, we took turns working in shifts.

When we took the night shift, we had a break at midnight and were served delicious mutton soup—something we always looked forward to.

The land was vast, the night pitch-black, and the tractor’s headlights extremely bright.

With a veteran driver sitting beside me, I steered the tractor steadily forward, and all we could hear was the roar of the engine.

In the morning, a thin layer of mist hung over the fields, and morning glories, heavy with dewdrops, climbed over the fences around the workers' houses—such a beautiful idyllic scene.

We finished the practicum at the end of October and returned to our school.

Since then, I haven’t had a chance to go back.

Jack

May 20, 2026

Practicum

In the second year of my technical secondary school, my classmates and I attended a tractor plowing practicum at a state-owned farm in another city, over 100 kilometers from our school.