#青春回忆杀 #
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I was born in a relatively backward rural area, and in the summer of '97, I went to elementary school! It was in the primary school in the village, at that time, the family could not even afford to buy a school bag, before the start of the school, my mother sewed a cloth bag for me with the cloth of the family to hold books, and I jumped around happily and contentedly.
Our village is not large, about a hundred households, most of the families with conditions have gone to school in the town, plus the first to fourth grade will go to the town school accommodation, so there are very few students in the village school.
By my time, there were only about two dozen people left, and since there were only six people in the previous class and only one teacher in the school, we were in two grades and in one classroom, and the teachers took turns to teach us. At that time, this method was particularly new and interesting.
Our classroom was only a row of tile houses, and by the time we got there, it was so dilapidated that I don't know when it was built, but it was said that my dad would have it when he went to school. I remember that the wall under the window of our classroom had been broken with a big hole, revealing a large piece of stone and mud inside, and when the class was over, we would drill through the hole, and the inside was smooth.
In the sand ash under the root of the classroom wall, there are often many small bugs drilling in, I don't remember what bugs are called, there will be a cone where we drill in, we will find a small stick, lie on the ground and slowly pick it out, and then watch them run around, have fun!
In front of the classroom is several pieces of drying ground where villagers freeze with cement, and when we don't dry things, we will draw a maze on it, divide into two teams, play siege games, you chase me, sometimes you are pushed down, your hands and feet are scratched and the skin is not cared, and we are sweating profusely.
In addition to these, there will also be a one-foot jump cockfighting game, one hand grabs one foot, the other foot jumps, two or two groups, with the raised foot to hit the other's foot, whoever falls on the ground first will lose.
For example, bouncing marbles, jumping rope, and playing blocks are more daily games, and I want to tear up the books in order to make blocks, and I was beaten up when I went home.
The sunbathing field is a rice field, so there will be some water canals or dams, and when it is hot, a group of bold boys will cross the rice field and rush to the dam, and then take off their clothes and jump into the water, like ducks who have seen the water. I don't know how to swim, I usually stand on the side and watch, and when it's time for class, I will hear the teacher standing in front of the classroom door, pulling his throat and shouting to go back to class! At this time, it is inevitable that you will be scolded when you go back, and then you will be punished to stand under the wall, and finally write a review.
In the winter, when the weather is relatively cold, some boys will take a tin can, tie a wire rope, and fill it with some charcoal left over from the family cooking fire and bring it to the classroom for heating. At the end of the class, they would carry it in a circle, and then the fire would be a little bigger, and every time I watched them throw, I couldn't bear to look at it, for fear that the charcoal inside would fall into their collar. Of course, this kind of thing never happened once, and it was a magical thing for me at that time.
However, this happy school life, which belongs only to the countryside, lasted only two years, because by the second grade we were already the last students, the school had no student source, the teachers had to be transferred, and we were merged into the primary school in the town.
A few years ago, when I was passing back to my hometown, I saw that the row of classrooms had been fenced, and I heard that a family had contracted to raise chickens...
Every time I pass by, I seem to see the children who play carefree in the sunbathing field, and now everyone has gone their separate ways, and even some names can't be remembered. And the only memory that can carry that time in the family is the yellowed and damaged award on the wall, and when I go back, I will always stand there and stare for a while...