A little story every day (half grade)

Listen to other people's stories, tell your own life...! We were studying at that time, and there was no kindergarten in the countryside. The most popular, the best car to see into the village is the Volkswagen Santana, of course, it is only now known, at that time the words are not recognized, only know that it is a car, driving is a rich man! At that time, I wanted to go to school, not to read to you when I was old, first of all, I would count 100 numbers, 1--100 could not pause or count wrong, I was trying to remember at home, I was afraid that when the time came to count wrong, I was nervous, and I didn't eat dinner. My dad carried a bundle of sugar cane to the homeroom teacher that night, the teacher was still watching TV, there was no card lamp, I remember very clearly, the first time did not count it, I couldn't remember it halfway, I gave a chance to count it, almost cried out, or I was too nervous to cause it. Out of the teacher's door is much easier, the heart is very happy, but the back is wet with sweat, you know that it is the second half of the year, only wearing a top like this, do you know how I came over?

The next day, my dad woke me up early, got dressed and went out the room, and ate some porridge and pickles. Just go to school with my dad, my mom told me to carry my school bag all the time, don't put it around, otherwise it will be taken away by others, and don't fight with other classmates, it's not good to be injured, I said I know... We told my dad by the way, when I got to school, let my dad accompany me for a while, don't leave immediately, I didn't feel anything at the time, and when the registration was over, I received the book. The bag I carried was sewn from a piece of cloth by my mother, with only a long strap and a shoulder slanted back. Unlike today's children carrying beautiful backpacks, it is beautiful! Can't compare, it looks very earthy. Classmates of all sizes were playing on the playground, jumping and jumping and looking very happy, but I couldn't be happy! My dad still left, he said he was going to work in the field, let me watch others ring the bell into the classroom, just go in together, the classroom and desk are pointed to me, I nodded in agreement, unhappy look! I looked at my dad's back as he walked away, and then looked back at the strange classmates and classrooms, and I couldn't help but blush and want to cry! Want to follow my dad home... Finally I stood where I was, motionless. Only now did I know what my mother said, afraid that I might not be used to crying when I left home for the first time in school... Soon I heard the bell ringing, and everyone stopped playing and ran into the classroom to take their place. I, an honest person who can no longer be honest, can only stand at the last table where no one is sitting. You must say, is it a mistake, no, because there is no stool, rectangular desk, about 1.2 meters long, about 40 centimeters wide, a table of two people, for this table, I and my table will often quarrel because of more positions and cross-border quarrels, I am often bullied the one, now think about it feel good, useless. Even the lesbian table is very strong, I feel like a bully... ay! People are good to be deceived, horses are good to be ridden, this sentence is the most suitable for my situation at that time! Just like this day by day, I didn't have the beauty I imagined when I was at home, nor did I have the happiness of other classmates in the same village when they went home. Every day, I was like sleepwalking, scolded by lesbian tables, bullied by classmates taller than me, punished by teachers, and did not ask about my studies at home, and my parents never sent me umbrellas on rainy days and clothes on cold days. Even if there is, one hand can count the number of times it comes, are you curious, why? Whether I was a child picked up by my parents or not, it wasn't. Instead, my father was busy with the work he couldn't finish in the fields, and my mother was busy with the housework that he couldn't finish outside. Every time you look at it, keep it in mind. Especially on Saturdays and Sundays, I feel like an arrow and don't want to stay in school for a moment. These ordinary little things linger in my mind and can't be forgotten for a lifetime!

Today first talk about this, the next issue we will meet again, like to pay attention to it, thank you! [Cute] [Cute]