Past Events (Chapter 2)

I don't know when I always like to listen to songs with a sad atmosphere, or lyrics or tunes, immersing the whole person's thoughts in it, making people miserable, and may squeeze out tears at any time. But I couldn't help but immerse myself in it.

Maybe it's separating from the girl she has a crush on in junior high school, or she's grumbling about her past mistakes. In short, sometimes there is such a pretense.

When I was still in preschool, I attended a small school with children from five villages, called Wangzhuang Elementary School, which was named because it was relatively close to Wangzhuang. But there is a large pond next to it, which is also called Datang Elementary School by adults. I still remember the autumn of enrollment, the first time I went to the office to report, I saw the books on the ground neatly arranged, and the principal was smiling quite happily. I was carrying my new little school bag, and if I remember correctly, it was a blue Mickey Mouse Donald Duck bag. Later, not only because I was greedy or because the quality was not good, maybe both, and soon it broke, and I used the cross-body bag left by my brother for many years.

The preschool is the classroom at the small door on the south side of the school. I spent my six years here. Later, in the fifth grade, we were the last class, life seemed to draw a circle for me, and the last class was still in this classroom, and we became the last batch of students of Datang Elementary School. I have to say it's still a dramatic arrangement.

When I entered the classroom in preschool, there were many faces of children, and I saw at a glance that my hair was small: Yasuko, who looked at me with a smile, and the smile in his memory was like seeing an old friend who had not been seen for many years. I can still remember that smile after all these years. Now we are all grown up and carry the bags of life. But we are not out of touch yet.

Preschool was my first experience, and there was no kindergarten at home. I remember some interesting things about preschool, such as we had a female teacher, which is rare in rural schools, but unfortunately I don't remember her appearance, once handed out a homework book, she helped us write our names, "What is your name?" "She asked me." Old Three," I thought for a moment and replied. This is my nickname, and my family uses the rank to make a nickname. It's not good, but it's also simple and practical. Several of my friends have the same configuration as me. However, this answer did not satisfy her. "Why don't you say old four and five old?" She questioned. She may have thought I was joking, but as a child I was a little blindsided. I looked back and I seemed to have a different name, but at that time there weren't many people calling me. I thought about it carefully and finally thought about it. Told her, she wrote me the name.

There is more than one interesting thing in preschool, such as a child crying on the first day of school, and a boy who is afraid to speak and directly pulls his pants. (Not me anyway, I promise).

Preschool children, although they are not very old, have their own small groups, or "small societies.". At that time, the small class was also divided into two gangs, and once the gang I recognized had a conflict with the other party, and the boss suddenly stood up and folded the pen at once to show his anger, and I didn't say a word and stood up and broke my "Great Wall". This memory is relatively vague, and now I have not yet figured out why I was so naïve.

At that time, small schools, insignificant numbers, not good classrooms, eccentric teachers. In such a place, it gave me the most important memories of my young heart and gave us infinite joy.

To be continued. Thanks for watching [Teeth]