Time: 2009-8-819:46:40 Words: 6183
Life in Yuhong Class
I'm an audit student. Perhaps I remembered wrongly. He should be my third brother. It was relatively cheap to go to school. It was only 6 yuan (hundreds or thousands of yuan was simply a fantasy nowadays). A pencil was 3 cents, a knife was 5 cents, and there were also sweets that children loved to eat. There were some that were 10 cents and some that were 10 cents and 5…
Now, assuming that my third brother is an audit student, I don't think he would mind, because I always thought that we were tolerant of each other. Of course, this is because my brother was spoiled and his temper was always unstable. The story of the Red Birth class had already unfolded, but there were not many things left in his memory. Perhaps it was just some fragmented fragments.
He only remembered the teacher with long braids that fell to her hips like a waterfall. Where was she now? I think the child is probably in his teens! I think if hairdressing advertisements were as popular as they are now, she might have been even more beautiful.
I learned the first song, but I really forgot the name of the song. I only remembered a few words:
sun is shining
Flowers smile at me
The little bird says "early"
Why are you late…
Her voice was sweet and mellow, attracting our imagination. And she can sing and dance. We sing and dance to her rhythm. What a beautiful season!
There were also two siblings who were very clear in my childhood memories. The man was very big and developed too early. At that time, he could be said to be from a rich family. He was arrogant all day long. He was the class monitor. We still admired and respected the class monitor. In principle, we could only obey his words.
However, he (now called him that, but he called us that in the past) often liked to bully some very small guys. I couldn't stand it. However, I was very small and developed very late. I was only 1.58 meters in 1996. He had always taken care of me. Could it be that someone discovered my natural cuteness? Also, I have the voice of a drake, and he has a special liking for my voice. My tolerance had reached its limit. How dare he bully my third brother? I picked up the blackboard and threw it at him. The birdman finally fell and was ready to fight back. After all, I was still very short at that time. At this moment, my savior came. The teacher with the long braid said,"What are you guys doing?"
The two of us were afraid that the situation would worsen, so we kept quiet. That matter finally ended. Her childhood was really wonderful! His little sister is petite and very proud, but sometimes she is very easy-going, so we all like her. Now, only the small blackboard was still there. This had become a corner of the Red Birth Class's memories, and it made people unable to help but let their imaginations run wild.
Lucky but a little bumpy primary school
One of the impressions of my hometown primary school-studying
I always thought that I was suitable for studying. Although my advantage in this aspect was slowly disappearing due to the serious loss of memory, it was just that I didn't work hard enough, not that I wasn't smart enough. In the past, I had a relaxed life in my decades of studying.
On the first day of school, my third brother and I went together. We came to the office of the primary school. It was a tile-roofed room with three or four desks, many books, a filing cabinet, a bed, and a very small clock. Teacher Zhou took out an abacus and asked the two of us to check the number of beads. My third brother had never seen such a scene before. He cried, but I smiled.
I seemed to have a natural boldness to ignore the existence of those three or four teachers. I successfully passed the entrance examination. Later, my uncle found the principal and my third brother was also accepted. In fact, many things later proved that I was careless, and my third brother was careful in everything he did. He was really like my father, afraid of making mistakes.
The children sat together and formed a class of 38 people. There were endless topics to talk about all day long. It was noisy and extremely interesting. I don't know what special things I had that attracted the class teacher. He appointed me as the class monitor. Unfortunately, it was a short-lived dynasty. Everything disappeared in an instant. In the first grade of primary school, people were silly and had very good memories. They could remember all the stories they heard in an instant. Yue Fei's story, Zhang Heng's story, and even Einstein's story. They would talk non-stop with others, like a bird chirping non-stop. They listened with great interest, and I was also filled with joy. There were three bangs, and the familiar voice-Riko. The name was very nice, but the taste was really uncomfortable." From today onwards, you are dismissed.”The next day, a new class monitor replaced me. From then on, I rarely stepped into the position of class monitor. It wasn't that I wasn't confident enough, but that I lacked interest.
I received the most traditional education in primary school and sang the most traditional songs. Many of the songs were very infectious, and my favorite was " Mom's Kiss." Whenever I sang this song, I was moved to tears, even though I had become numb to many things in the past few days and could not resist the temptation of this song.
The only thing they did in primary school was to listen to their teachers. No matter what, they would never be late, not even once. This was what the teachers liked to see the most. They sat up straight, put their hands behind their backs, and listened carefully. So we all straightened our backs and didn't move at all, looking extremely cute. I don't know if this is the right thing to do. But later on, we all developed a bad habit. We couldn't straighten our backs. Was it a lack of confidence or some sequela? I think the most important thing was that we didn't have high expectations for the future. This was a question worth thinking about. I had doubts about the primary education in China. In fact, most successful people could persist in the fine style of primary school students as always.
Primary school should have been smooth sailing and silent. I was full of honor and pride as I wandered in my primary school dream. My classmates were very envious of me, and the teacher kept praising me.”，I felt very good hearing such words, as if I was equated with the first place. The rows of awards hanging on the walls of the house were the best proof.
However, it seemed that God always liked to test me or make fun of me. He drew an incomplete end to my primary school and also cut a wound on my seemingly injured heart, making me remember it forever: Don't be happy too early. There are still many dangerous waves waiting for me.
It happened in the fourth grade of elementary school. The situation at that time was like this. Our class teacher, who was also the principal of the school, told us a very touching story. A group of comrades from the People's Liberation Army took off their shoes and socks in the cold winter to dredge the canal. I, a very naive child, let out the most appropriate sigh of a child," Aiyo." Moreover, I firmly believed that my voice was not the loudest. My classmate, Ding, had the loudest voice. This was something that our form teacher knew very well. I received the treatment that a child should not have. Could it be because I had always been the first in the class? Could it be that at that time, someone else was qualified to replace my role? " Pa!" I sat on the chair. The chair was broken into pieces. At that moment, my heart was broken, along with the " pa ". It never healed. Perhaps to a person, this was just a small wave on the road of life. I seemed to feel a great grievance. My eyes were filled with tears, but I didn't cry. This year, I was still the first in class and became the best among my classmates. However, I only scored 55 points in the language test. It seemed that my friends were also surrounding me to fight for injustice.
"I recorded this unbearable past not to criticize that teacher. On the contrary, I respect him very much now. I even specially asked him about this matter back then. He forgot, he really forgot. I just want to say: Dear, beloved engineer of the human soul, love the flowers of the motherland, take good care of them. When you want to do something drastic or say something drastic, please think for three seconds first. Perhaps you will forget what you have done very quickly, but it will leave an eternal pain in the person involved, a memory that will never be erased.
Hometown Primary School Impression-Classroom
My primary school is a primary school funded by my hometown. There are four classrooms from grade one to grade four. Each class has about 30-40 students, all of whom are children from our village and nearby villages. Regardless of the weather, everyone would always leave home on foot and appear in the classroom on time. They were afraid of being late and were even more afraid of the teacher's scolding. Thinking about the children nowadays, each of them was like a little tyrant. It was really unbelievable.
The houses were all tile-roofed and dilapidated. Each class had a few rows of long tables, each table could seat 6-8 people, and each class had 5-7 long tables. Everyone brought their own stools from home to sit. However, this feeling was still very strange. Almost every row of tables had a team leader, more or less an official, who was mainly responsible for receiving homework and arranging cleaning. Thinking about it, the conditions back then were really tough, and the tuition fees were not high. The first grade of primary school seemed to be 12 yuan, and the fourth grade was 14 yuan. At that time, everyone had no money. Ten thousand yuan households were still the stuff of the Western Han Dynasty, so 10 yuan was not a small amount for a family. However, every parent had hope and did not want their children to live worse than them. Going to school was the only way to achieve the goal of a carp jumping over the dragon gate. It broadened their horizons and became a scholar. In the world, only reading was high. This deep-rooted point of view determined that parents were willing to let their descendants have a bright future on the road of education without hesitation.
Because it was a tile-roofed house, it was warm in winter and cool in summer. They had never installed a fan in summer. When it was hot, everyone would bathe in the river not far away. When winter came and the north wind whistled, everyone would squeeze together. When it was too cold in class, the teacher allowed everyone to stamp their feet together. It was quite a spectacular scene. Sometimes, the windows would leak. Everyone took tape from home and sealed the windows tightly. It was like this every year until 2004, when they heard that the country was going to carry out some educational reform. Many private teachers became full-time teachers. If they couldn't become full-time teachers, they would be laid off. The primary school had finally come to an end after going through endless ups and downs. I really couldn't remember when it stood there.
It had been a long time since I went to elementary school. I still remembered that my playground also had a long jump pit and a table tennis table. That was the most beautiful place in my elementary school memory.
Morning school was a very interesting thing. Everyone got up early, around 5:30. When I hurried to the classroom and saw that everyone had already arrived, I began the morning reading. Usually, it was mainly reading the text. The lights in the classroom were not very bright. The yellow light accompanied me through many years and spent the most beautiful primary school.
When he was in elementary school, he had doubted why boys went to the boys 'toilet and girls went to the girls' toilet. He even thought that it was unnecessary. Was it just because everyone had different things down there?
When I was young, I had many dreams. The biggest dream was to pick the stars in the sky and learn from Zhang Heng to count the stars. After counting for decades, I still couldn't count them clearly. In the end, I lost the number of stars in the sky that belonged to me. It was still interesting in primary school.
fifth grade of elementary school
He was especially afraid of ghosts when he was in primary school, and he had a dream, which will be recorded in detail later. When he was in the fifth grade of elementary school, he finally left his hometown and went to Xuping Primary School, which was about four miles away from home, to study. He lived in a building and had a desk for every two people. The classroom conditions had greatly improved. He really couldn't remember whether he used electric rods or electric lights in his morning school. Anyway, it was all in the past.。。
Every morning, he would get up very early and ride his father's old bicycle, flying briskly to school. Because she had a lot of opinions about the teacher, but her studies were still unsatisfactory. She had to get the teacher's praise. But deep down, she still held a grudge against him. She always felt that he was very selfish, and sometimes everyone had some opinions about him. Therefore, I imagined him as a murderous ghost in my mind. In addition, there was a ghost ditch near the school. We went to school early and woke up early. There were many legends about the ghost ditch. Some people swore that they had seen a smoking ghost here. Although I had never seen it before, I still crawled to death. Therefore, I was always careful when I passed by it. Finally, one night, I had a dream about the ghost ditch and my class teacher. Hahaha!
Now that he remembered this dream, it was just to increase the topic of conversation.
Waking up from a nightmare
I fell asleep in a daze, unable to move my body.
In Xu Ping's Ghost Valley, there was a ghost wandering around. It walked and walked, and no one knew how it got into the classroom. The form teacher, Lao Chui, was still marking homework. This annoying guy was working overtime and was quite hardworking. The evil ghost jumped up at once and bit Lao Chui's head forcefully. After Lao Chui died, he immediately turned into an evil ghost.
The two ghosts wandered around aimlessly, obviously in the direction of the village I was in. They ate humans and animals when they saw them, so they wandered around the streets and roads.
I tried my best to remember what was going on. It was such a terrifying scene. The evil spirit had already entered our house and eaten our entire family. Strangely, my family members did not turn into evil spirits, but all of them turned into pigs, grunting non-stop. I was so scared that I hid under the blanket. Finally, an evil spirit entered my dormitory and prepared to eat me. I was extremely afraid, but my eyes could not see the scene outside. I only felt extremely afraid.
He did not know when a sword had appeared in his hand. I subconsciously waved it in my hand. The evil spirits approached one by one and fell one by one. They wanted to squeeze in like a spring, but they were not very successful. I still couldn't open my eyes. What happened?
He could only brandish the sharp sword in his hand again and again, wanting to kill all the evil ghosts. There was no end to the evil ghosts. Fortunately, after killing one, one would return to their original form. My hand was in extreme pain and I was very tired. I was very afraid, but I couldn't stop. I was afraid that if I stopped for a moment, the evil spirits would eat me up.
"XX, get up and go to school."
I rubbed my eyes and looked at my watch. It was only half past four. My friends called me to go to school early. Hahaha, so it was a dream.
Originally, my records of primary school could have ended here, but I felt that it was not perfect and true. Life was bound to have regrets, and there was no need for me to hide my past ignorance. If that happens, I'll feel that I'm not sincere.
And animals
Bird catching. I was a well-known bird-catching expert in the village. No matter what kind of tree it was, it was not difficult for me. I used my hands to tightly hold the surrounding of the tree. My body was close to the bark of the tree and I began to climb the tree. After ten minutes, I looked down and conquered the tree that was a few meters high. I carefully walked towards the branch. It was dangerous to sway it, but the bird's nest was too tempting. I slowly approached it, approaching the cute bird's nest. I saw a few furry guys. They were about to take off. They were my cutest babies. I gently took out the cute baby from the bird's nest and showed off my achievements to my little friends with endless joy. Almost every summer, many birds became my babies.
After that, he would bring the birds home with his friends. Sometimes, he would share them with his friends. When he returned home, he would take care of the birds like an old bird. Every morning, he would go to see his birds. He would go to the grass near the gate to catch insects and force them into the birds 'mouths. Some of them could fly, but in the end, they would fly away without a trace. I don't know how many cute little birds have died under my hands. I tried to change their nature and wanted to feed them artificially. Below is a list of birds I have caught:
There were about 17 white-haired old men, 54 sparrows, and about 10 birds. There were about 13 turtledoves, 11 orioles, and 9 wild birds. There were seven kingfishers, seven quails, and about nine chirps…There were too many species to list.
Frog hunting. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, we hear the sound of frogs. At that time, there was still a lot of water in his hometown. In the past two years, the climate had become warmer, and many places could not grow rice and lotus flowers. Every summer, many cute frogs would croak in the lotus pond, their cheeks bulging. They were really cute. I found a bamboo pole that was two to three meters long from home and tied it to a three-meter-long thin line (it had to be strong or it would break). At the other end of the line, I tied an earthworm (some people tied a hook to the other end of the line when fishing frogs, and then put on the earthworm, so that it would be easy for the frog to see through it).
I threw the fishing line on a lotus leaf. Soon, several frogs came. I moved, and the frogs began to sway with the earthworms. When I was sure that they had bitten the earthworms, I pulled them up quickly and caught the frogs quickly. This action had to be fast, because there was no hook. It depended on speed. The moment the frog swallowed the earthworm and was about to spit it out, I caught it. With my level, I could catch 20-30 frogs in a morning. When we get home, we'll chop off the frog's thigh and stir-fry it. The rest will be given to our ducks. The frog's thigh was very delicious. It was a good meal when he was young, and he drooled when he ate it. Later, I found out that frogs were protected animals. It turned out that I had been breaking the law all along. Moreover, I had killed this nature elf so cruelly. The scene of listening to frogs gradually faded away from our sight.
Catching fish. Actually, I don't have much interest in water. What I'm most interested in is bathing in the river in my hometown every day in summer. The water is so clear, always so clear. The magical river has returned to your side many times in my dreams. There are many ways to catch fish. Some use a net to catch fish, but due to the limited conditions, I mostly use two other methods: He used his hands to directly catch the fish in the grass nest. If he was lucky, he could catch one or two fish. Most of the time, he used a dustpan. He held the shaft on the dustpan and placed it into the exit of the grass nest. He used his feet to force the fish out of the grass nest. Under normal circumstances, we could catch a lot of fish. Later, as more and more fried fish and medicinal fish were used, fishing in the river was no longer exciting. The fish quickly disappeared from our sight. The water was still so clear, but it was less lively.
My hands are also a typical pair of hands stained with blood, killing so many innocent lives. I think if there was reincarnation or karma, I would have gone to hell long ago! Thinking of the past, I actually felt a little excited, and it evoked my long-lost wildness. Sometimes, I even hated the countless crimes I had committed.
In the process of conquering nature, humans destroyed nature and the environment they relied on to survive. In my memory, I was an outstanding frog hunter. Whether it was electrocuting a frog at night, fishing with a hook during the day, or simply tying an earthworm, I could do it. Now that I think about it, I was really a genius at that time. I was also an expert bird hunter in our village. I could climb trees, climb telephone poles, or dig holes. I could do anything. The result was that I could distinguish the birds I was familiar with by smell and hear every bird song with my poor hearing.
I once had the idea of changing the habits of birds through my own efforts, making them listen to my command. Taming and conquering have always been my tireless efforts. So how many birds have died in my hands? Do I have to learn from Russell and write a "Confession"? Wouldn't my life be too perfect?
In fact, when I was in primary school, I was a real smoking person. Even I don't know why I finally stopped smoking today. Moreover, I have refused to smoke for decades. At that time, smoking might be a waste of resources. A few of us children liked to gather at that house to hold funerals or happy events, especially funerals. There were really a lot of smoke. We secretly took some and hung them in our mouths, looking like the boss. I rarely took my father's cigarettes because I was afraid of being discovered. Moreover, my family was really not rich at that time, and smoking was also a problem. I had to save money for my father.
It was a pleasure to smoke a cigarette and be better than a living god. The most important thing was that everyone was showing off to each other. That feeling was self-evident. I don't know why I quit smoking later, but I still abide by the habit of not smoking until now.
Although I admire Nietzsche, I don't advocate violence. If some things can only be resolved by resorting to violence, I won't regret it. Before I graduated from primary school, I did direct a scene. I don't want to go into detail. Fighting is not a very glorious thing. It's just a kind of degeneration of human nature. However, since it was a record of his own story, there was no harm in having fun.
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