When I was studying at Agan Elementary School, it was in the early 1980s, just in time for reform and opening up.
I was a relatively ignorant child, and many of my peers already understood things that I still didn't quite understand at that time. When I first signed up for school, according to the requirements of the school, I needed to interview, and the person who interviewed me was a teacher with the surname Gao.
In my current memory, Mr. Gao seems to be in his forties, and he asked me to read the number from zero to a hundred, and I saw many senior students standing at the door of the office, including a tall girl, who was very beautiful.
I don't know why, when many people were present, they were a little timid and reluctant to speak, and this senior teacher was very angry and did not want to accept me as a student. Later, a female teacher surnamed Ma, who was very enthusiastic, patted my head and encouraged me, I finished reading the numbers, and the teacher surnamed Gao asked me to calculate a few simple math problems, and finally accepted me as a student.
Later, I learned that there was no need for exams to recruit first-year students, and I didn't know why I had to interview the first-year students who signed up.
My first-grade homeroom teacher's name was Kim, and in my memory, Mr. Kim was in his early twenties at the time, and he was still very good-looking. She manages students, not too strictly, not too loosely, in short, according to the personality and psychology of primary school students. I feel that when Mr. Jin was the class teacher, the students in our class seemed to be very happy, and the overall atmosphere of the class was also very lively.
I was in our class, relatively young, relatively small, and Mr. Jin always placed me in the first row. My table mate was a girl named Qiu, two years older than me, who liked to wear red clothes, was very good-looking, and she liked to play with me.
When the two of us were in class, we always liked to "steal our mouths and eat". It is to take the pot helmet brought from home, break off a piece during class, and quickly stuff it into your mouth. Every time Mr. Jin saw me eating snacks in class, she wasn't too angry, but just tapped my forehead with her fingers.
Once, during class, it seemed that in a self-study class, everyone buried their heads and wrote pinyin. My table mate handed me a cookie, and I lowered my head and bit it halfway, and she shoved the half-pulled cookie into her mouth.
I and my table often do this, there are good food, you half, I half. The same is true when eating sugar cubes. The sugar cubes were hard at that time, and I always bit the lower half of them and handed them to her. She had the sugar and handed me a piece. I understood what she meant, to make me bite the sugar cube in half, half of her, half of me, and my teeth were better than hers.
Now that I sometimes think about it, I feel a little dreamlike. At that time, I was a child, I didn't understand many things, and of course I didn't understand what the love between men and women was.
But the fact that I ate candy at the same table as me has come to my mind many times after I have been in middle age, is this a kind of love between children? Is it just a very simple friendship between children, is there any other meaning? I still can't come up with a conclusion that will convince me.
When I was in my twenties, I read several books of Freud's psychology and sometimes thought of my relationship with my first tablemate. According to this psychological point of view, I have some kind of love relationship with my tablemates.
But that doesn't hold true for me, or on her. Because my table mate, when I was in the third grade, I transferred schools, and I didn't think about her at all. It was only after middle age that her figure came to mind, and it was a bit blurry.
When I reached the third grade, I changed the class teacher, a male teacher surnamed Xu. To tell the truth, this teacher is very good, but somehow, I don't like Teacher Xu very much, and there is always a bit of hostility towards him psychologically.
I now think back to the fact that when I was in elementary school, I was more or less hostile to the male teachers, and I was very happy to meet female teachers. This ridiculous and lamentable child psychology of mine is actually in line with Freud's theory of sexual psychology. That is, boys always have a little hazy and vague love for some young and beautiful female teachers.
When I was in the third grade, I began to learn to write essays. At that time, I didn't talk about disgust or liking for composition class, that is, what the teacher said, I wrote. From the third grade to the sixth grade, I wrote without praise or criticism.
In the fourth grade, I have to admit that, for some reason, I suddenly opened my mind psychologically, and I kind of understood that there is a relationship called love between men and women. Whether this is precocious or not, I still dare not draw conclusions. But I felt that in the fourth grade, among the male and female students in our class, there were many students like me who were psychologically conscious, perhaps in the bud of sexual consciousness.
At that time, I had a fairly good relationship with a classmate surnamed Tian, whose family lived in the east of Agan Elementary School, close to the school, and the two of us often played together. But in the eyes of the teachers, my classmate surnamed Tian is really a student who does not love to learn and is quite naughty.
He knows many things better than I do, is bold, loves to fight, and in school his "bad" is notorious. But I never felt like he was a bad student, only felt very angry with him. However, my classmate did go down a not very good path, and after several times in prison for committing a crime, he was not yet forty years old, and he passed away after a drunken drink.
By the fifth grade, my hobbies began to grow. There is a classmate in our class named Xin, Lintao. He has a turtle at home, and every time I come to his house, I always look at the turtle for a while, which is very interesting.
On the east side of Agan Lower Street, back to the street, into a deep alleyway, facing the Agan River, there is a family, the name I can't remember, the owner of this family likes to raise fish, there are goldfish and tropical fish, sold specifically to people who like to raise fish.
I had pocket money at that time, so I went to this fish farmer's house and bought a few small fish and raised them in transparent canned fruit bottles. But for some reason, it was difficult for me to feed this fish, and within a month, I was dying one by one.
My neighbor has a young man, he is from Jiangsu, he also likes to raise fish, he has a big fish tank, there are a lot of fish in it, he gave these fish a lot of names, what "fire chrysanthemum, black Mary, lion's head" and so on. He understands the techniques of fish farming, and the fish he raises are not only diverse, but also live for a long time.
My family also has a neighbor, surnamed Cui, he is the fourth oldest in his family, also like to raise fish, his second brother made him a very large fish tank, with a variety of fish farming equipment.
The fish he raised were big, and at that time, those fish, I had never seen, could not be called famous, just one by one random names, what swallowtail, yellow spotted fish, black spotted fish. Sometimes, I also follow my neighbor surnamed Cui to the river to catch "red worms", this red color of the worm, I heard that fish are very fond of eating.
When I was in the fifth grade, I also read Aunt Qiong Yao's novel "Smoke and Rain" for the first time, and the shock to me could not be described in words. In fact, this book, because I am too young, I can't understand it half-understood, but aunt Qiong Yao's kind of language, let me more or less, spy into the world, there is another language beauty and love beauty that I have not seen, which is more exciting and flavorful than the primary school textbook I read. These things, sometimes recalled, still have a subtle impact on my future "concept of love".
After that, I bought Liang Yusheng's "Seven Swords Under the Heavenly Mountain" and "The Legend of the Glacier Heavenly Woman" at a small book stall in Xiguan Shizi. These two martial arts novels shocked me more strongly than Aunt Qiong Yao's novels. Because he directly triggered my desire to write martial arts novels. When I was in the sixth grade, I actually wrote some unfinished martial arts novels on the back of an assignment book. But fortunately it was not finished, because now that I think about it, I am full of ridiculousness and shame.
Outside the gate of Agan Elementary School, there is a curved alleyway. I remember that at the east end of the alleyway, there used to be a falling nest, and below it was a bungalow with a civil structure. In the front of the bungalow, there is a small stall, selling a kind of clay sculpture of a small whistle, only a little large, no more than two centimeters long, not more than half a centimeter thick, but full of ancient meaning, there are cows, cats, chickens, monkeys, dragons and other shapes, mostly black or reddish brown, a small whistle to buy a penny (?) The specific price is now a bit vague and I can't remember. Or two or three sell for a penny.
I was very fond of this clay sculpture of small whistles, collected a lot, I remember there are cows, chickens, sheep, horses and so on. However, this kind of small whistle made of clay is not too hard, and if you are not careful, you fall to the ground and become shattered. I had several of them, all in the small pocket of my blouse, and I accidentally squeezed them or broke them from the middle, which was a very sad and frustrating thing for me.
The owner of the stall I remember more clearly, is a Qin'an person. When I grew up, I learned that Qin'an people are very good at doing business, especially small commodity business, and Qin'an people can do a good job. In today's Qin'an County, there is a small commodity wholesale market, and I went to visit my lawyer friend once a few years ago.
This Qin'an man, when I went to the West Railway Station a few years ago to run errands, I happened to see him in a small area of Renjiazhuang, and he was already in his eighties. Most of the residents of that community were businessmen, presumably he was in business, and after earning money, he bought a house there.
At that time, Agan Elementary School had many good teachers in the school. There is a teacher who is very humorous, the lectures are lively and interesting, and the students in our class love to listen. There is also a little teacher He, who teaches mathematics, lives in a small alleyway at the west end of Aganxia Street, his eyes are small, the lectures are not very exciting, and the students do not like to listen too much.
Teacher Xiao He is more strict with the students, disobedient children, he will bend his fingers, use the protruding part of the knuckles, knock on the students' foreheads a few times, but most of them are frightened and frightened, and will not really hit the students' foreheads.
Once, a classmate surnamed Jia in Middle Street, making trouble in class, was knocked on the forehead by Teacher He, probably a little hard, and the classmate surnamed Jia cried in pain. Teacher He immediately said good words to comfort him, and that look made our whole class laugh.
Teacher Ma teaches mathematics well, but her personality is hot, when she asks questions, if the students can't answer, Teacher Ma is always angry and asks, have you eaten today?
The student replied, "Eat."
Teacher Ma asked", "What kind of food to eat?"
The student replied, "Dough sheet."
Teacher Ma said, "It's not a noodle piece, you're eating a paste, and your brain is confused." ”
Ms. Lang is an all-rounder at Agan Primary School, rich in knowledge, we love to listen to her stories, vivid and interesting, her music and math classes are especially excellent, I love to listen to her lessons. She has a characteristic, that is, she is not too strict with naughty male classmates, and she is tolerant if she can tolerate them, but she is more strict with female classmates.
I was once in a study class where everyone was quietly writing their homework, and I peeked at a copy of Story Club by myself. Seeing the wonderful place, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Teacher Lang was preparing for the lecture on the podium, heard my laughter, she did not look up, nodded my name, and said, "Are you finished laughing?" ”
I was very nervous, afraid that Teacher Lang would find my book of the story club, which would be confiscated by the teacher.
I heard Teacher Lang say, "Are you done laughing?" ”
I hurriedly followed Teacher Lang's words and said, "I haven't finished laughing yet." ”
Hearing my wrong words, the classroom suddenly burst into laughter, and Teacher Lang couldn't help but laugh.
At that time, when we were in the after-school hours, most of us would say a few words to the teacher, no big or small. This may seem a little inappropriate in today's elementary school.
I was impressed by the teachers of Agan Primary School, as well as principal Teng and another teacher, Zhang Guodong. Principal Teng's paintings are good, especially eagles, and they are vividly painted. After I worked, one year at the home of a friend in Xiaoxihu, I also saw an eagle painting painted by Principal Teng.
Teacher Zhang did not take our class, but I had a relationship with his son, who was good at craftsmanship and sincere. Later, in my work, I asked him to paint several paintings for the unit. Teacher Zhang's house is in an alley at the west end of Aganxia Street, and I have visited his house and seen that the shelves in his house are full of books about Chinese medicine, about hundreds of books.
He loves traditional Chinese medicine, medical skills are also relatively smart, I had a period of sleep is not too good, once asked him for a prescription, according to the prescription to grab the medicine, after taking, finally slept a solid sleep.
In the fifth grade, our class teacher was replaced by a teacher surnamed Zheng, who was the most educated teacher in Agan Primary School at that time, knowledgeable, funny and kind, with a little child's temper in his personality, and he was very close to our students. Everyone loves to listen to Teacher Zheng's lessons, and they are willing to circle around Teacher Zheng all day, he loves to tell us interesting things about his life in college, and there are some rather esoteric stories in the south and north of the sea, most of us can understand it half-understand.
Teacher Zheng's home is on the mountainside east of Agan Dashuizi, and below is the Agan Hospital and the family buildings. Sometimes Mr. Zheng would take a group of us students to his house to play.
Teacher Zheng's mother was warm and kind to us students, and would personally go down to the kitchen, on the brick stove with firewood, and use the old-fashioned round double-layer thick porcelain hammer to brand out the oil pot helmet with the fragrance of wheat; Teacher Zheng would also buy some candy in the department store opposite the post office to entertain us hungry little devils.
We sat in front of the small courtyard of Teacher Zheng's old-fashioned house, where there were small wooden tables and small benches. Everyone gathered around the table to eat oil pots and candies, talking and laughing, playing and making trouble, and the fun was endless.
At that time, I liked to play with a female classmate in my class, she was very tall, several years older than me, smarter and more sensible than me. I once got into a fight with a classmate in another class at school and my head was broken and I was bleeding. She took out her clean handkerchief, covered my head, and dragged me to the school infirmary for treatment. In fact, go to the teacher, find a little medical white gauze, and bandage the wound on the head.
But she was very smart and knew that she couldn't let the teacher know that they were fighting each other and hurting their heads. She knocked on the door of a teacher's office and told the teacher that my classmate went down the stairs, fell down, and injured his head, and Teacher Zheng asked him to come here to get some gauze. After the teacher listened, he first scrubbed my wound, lit some red potion, and wrapped the wound in gauze.
Teacher Zheng, the class teacher, did not know this, nor did the other students. They all thought that the wound on my head was accidentally bumped down the stairs. I am very grateful to her in my heart and always play with her. But she thought I was too young, and sometimes she saw that my nose was not wiped clean, and she was reluctant to play with me.
She liked a senior male classmate at that time, and wrote a love letter to the male classmate, folded into a square that was difficult to unravel. This love letter was sent by me personally to the male classmate.
Sometimes I'm upset and ignore her, and she'll act like magic, give me a piece of candy, or a cookie, and coax me to be happy. She is a very clean girl, every time she cleans the classroom, she always feels that the dust stains her skirt, and her area is cleaned by me for her.
In Agan Elementary School, I went to school for six years, and I went from childhood to adolescence, which can be described as a lot of gains. There are naturally many interesting stories that happened in school, and it is difficult to recall them, and I can't finish them. You can only pick and choose, write something that impresses you, which is more interesting, and talk to everyone as gossip.