One by one, one by one, two, three, four or five. Six, seven, eight or nine, the red leaves of Xiangshan are full of red sky.
The crisp sound of reading seems to still echo in the classroom, and we are louder than anyone in our childhood. This is the first text encountered after learning Chinese pinyin after 8090, using Emperor Qianlong's "Yongxue Poem" to fly into the reeds and flowers are not seen, changed to Xiangshan red leaves full of red sky.
Xiangshan refers to a royal garden in the western suburbs of Beijing, which went through the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties and was spectacular under the construction of the Qianlong Emperor. Among them, the red maple leaves all over the mountains fall all over the autumn, and our literacy starts from this maple leaf.
There were no worries in our childhood learning life, from the earliest writing pinyin book to the later four-line grid book, our homework was only one or two pieces of paper. The teacher will say from the podium, "Write this pinyin ten times, and copy this word ten times." "Actually, most of us who are ghosts and elves finish writing when we are in school.
Like today's children, they have training classes and interest classes at every turn, as long as they sign up for a class slightly less than the children of their colleagues, they will feel that their children have lost at the starting line, and their daily life is too boring.
Our childhood may not have fragrant mountain leaves, but there will be fields, streams, grass, and even wild flowers and butterflies. The warm sunlight shone on the child's face, and he shouted "one by one, one by one, two by three, four or five" as he ran.
In this lesson, we learned the simplest and most memorable five words: "one, three, five, seven, nine." "From the crookedness of the early days, to the current pen. The pencil in his hand will no longer stain the book, his fingers will not be blackened by pencil powder, the corners of his mouth will no longer bite the pencil head, and of course there will be no more borrowing half an eraser from the same table. But the sound of reading was still there, in that red-tiled and white-walled classroom. We held up the book and read it aloud, our voices full of vitality, hope, and joy.
The days pass quickly, just like getting up early to go to school and expecting school to end in the afternoon, and in the blink of an eye, you will see another year of red leaves falling, and one by one you can no longer fly into our books to make bookmarks. When I was a child, many people liked to pick up leaves and petals to make specimens, and they simply put them in the book and became the capital to show off to each other after a few days. It's just that the pages of the book will be dyed in a variety of colors, and if you are not careful, it will cause mold.
I always hope to be able to wake up and go back to my childhood, which should be called crossing. Even if there is no memory and no golden finger, the happiness at that time is really heartless. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I have been running, stepping on the spring grass and stepping on the autumn leaves. The days are a little harder, but they are not so tired.
After the first year, I forgot a lot of old objects, but the most provocative thing is the former primary school Chinese textbook. The first time I learned words, the first time I wrote, the first time I wrote a complete text.