<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="1" > Author: Heyu </h1>
When I was six years old, I was sent to elementary school early because I had nothing to do at home, and because I could write and recognize a few words, and I was a smart child in the eyes of the villagers.
The primary school is two miles away from home, called Daidaihong Primary School, located in the Dazhou Natural Village of this brigade. The school was originally the ancestral hall of a large peasant family, and could only open three classes. In the later period, the school removed the "revolutionary" color and restored the school name to Dazhou Primary School.
When I was in elementary school, there were no desks and stools in the school, and it was up to students to bring them from home. Because I didn't have a desk at home, I had to bring a bench and share a table with another classmate who brought a desk. When I was in elementary school, there was no school bag at home, so my father had to give me a purple-red cigarette bag for his tobacco as a school bag for school, so that I hung the cigarette bag on my chest every day and ran on the way to school and school.
At that time, school was in school, and the new semester began in the spring, that is, shortly after the Spring Festival. Under the leadership of adults, as soon as I arrived at the school, I saw an amiable teacher Zhou Houchun. He asked, "Do you know words?" The family quickly replied: "He can know a lot of words and write his own name." Teacher Zhou listened and said, "That's good, you write my name to show me." I hurriedly picked up the chalk and neatly wrote my name on the small blackboard hanging in the office, which was praised by Teacher Zhou. Then, Teacher Zhou asked, "What other words will you write?" I seriously wrote down the five words "Long live Chairman Mao" on the blackboard, and I was praised by Teacher Zhou. In this way, my first grade registration was successfully passed.
The school is located in a private ancestral hall in Dazhou Village, and the school conditions are extremely simple, there is no basic school facilities such as sports fields and sports equipment, and there are no bells to go to and from class. The teachers put an abandoned rail, about a meter long, put on a steel wire, hung it on a thick wooden beam on the inside of the ancestral hall, and beat it with an abandoned road nail, and the problem of going to and from class was solved. As soon as the students heard the sound of nails hitting the railroad tracks, they knew that class was going and going to class.
At that time, the teachers who taught our classes were basically from Dazhou Village, they were Zhou Houchun, Zhou Jibo, Zhou Houen (also known as Zhou Lequn), they taught Chinese, nature, music, art and other classes, and Yao Jianmin, a teacher from Siyao Village of this commune (Miaoji Commune), who was the principal and taught arithmetic. Although the conditions are simple, the teachers teach seriously, are very dedicated, and very caring for the students. The students also have great respect for the teacher, and the image of the teacher in their minds is very great.
In the first grade, there were very few students in the class, and I can't remember the specific number, about thirty or so students, all of whom were in a brigade. The school only has two classes in the first and second grades, one class in the first grade and two classes in the second grade, and the number of second grade students adds up to about fifty people, and the number of students in the whole school is less than one hundred. Later, the brigade opened a primary school, called Shenglitong Primary School, located in the Jiulitong Natural Village of the brigade. According to the principle of nearby enrollment, our students who are a little farther away from us will transfer to ShengliTong Primary School in the third grade.
At that time, school had to go through the edge of Dawu Natural Village, and we who didn't understand things frolicked all the way. In winter, along the way, I like to step on and skate in the fields with thick ice layers, throw the tiles in the frozen pond, let them slide rapidly, and see who throws the tiles quickly and far. In summer and autumn, passing by the field of Dawu Village, I sometimes go down to the field to pick crops and play. I remember once, I was in the field of a family in Dawu Village, plucked a carrot he planted, after being found by this adult, he hit this carrot the palm of my hand, repeated several times, very painful and painful, asked me if I would dare to dare in the future, I cried and said that I would never dare again. Since then, we have passed through the farmland of Dawu Village, and there has been no more random picking of crops.
There is also a thing that is still fresh in my memory, that is, when eating at home at noon, the slightly better dishes are reluctant to eat, wrapped in paper, and eaten while walking on the way to school, or guessing who wins and who eats. Once, a few of our small friends in the same village, standing on the earthen hill more than two hundred meters away from the primary school, took out the paper cabbage they had brought, loudly began to guess the treasure guess, played and forgot to go to school time, and were found by the teacher who was patrolling outside the school, and several of us were severely criticized by the teacher and wrote a written inspection. We are ashamed of this and never dare to play on the way to school anymore.
When I was in the first grade of elementary school, it was more than fifty years ago, but many things were vividly remembered, as if it were just yesterday. Looking back on that year, I feel a lot of emotions. First, we are very grateful to our teachers, without their hard work, we would not be able to have today, it can be said that the little achievements we have achieved now are inseparable from the education of teachers at that time. The second is that they miss our teachers very much, they live by education, regard students as their own, devote themselves to education, devote themselves to students, teach and educate people, set an example for students, and they are all respectable teachers. We should now carry forward and pass on their teaching style and morality. The third is to sigh that we have encountered a good era, and now that all aspects of the conditions have undergone earth-shaking changes, we should cherish it more, strive for a new journey, forge ahead into a new era, and contribute our strength to the great cause of national rejuvenation.
Reading the first grade of primary school is a history that I cannot forget, and it is also a living textbook, and I will always draw nourishment, inspire motivation, and move forward.
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