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When I was a kid, going to school was a big problem. Six or seven years old, it's time to go to school, but I'm still wandering around the village. Because the village is small, the school is also small, with three rooms and only one teacher.
There are only seven or eight children my age in the village, and when it is time to go to school, they stay at home one by one. Once, my father took me to school, found the only teacher, my second grandfather, and discussed letting me go to school with children older than me. The second uncle looked at the classroom, looked at the father, it was difficult to say, the second small is still small, come back next year, the classroom really can't sit down. The father looked up at the only classroom, and there were twenty or thirty children sitting, the first grade on the left and the second grade on the right. The second uncle also said, let me directly follow the first grade, afraid that I will not be able to keep up, the next year I heard that the township will arrange a Yuhong class teacher, then you can go to the Yuhong class.
In this way, I returned home with my father and continued to wander around with the wild children in the village. At the age of seven or eight, every day he either went up to the tree to dig a bird's nest or went down to the river to touch the fish. The most exciting thing is to go to the orchard south of the village to steal apples. Choosing the noon time, while the grandfather who watched the orchard fell asleep, a few friends began to act. After a simple division of labor, there are sentries and apple stealers. Everyone in a panic picked a few big, red apples and ran out of the orchard in a panic. Sometimes I will encounter grandpa who is not asleep, and when he hears movements, he immediately walks out of the hut to watch the garden, coughs fiercely, and scares several of us into pulling out our legs and running.
The most fun is summer. After a few rains, the small river west of the village swelled into a large river. It will always be our paradise, with a few children naked and soaking in the water all day long. Our favorite thing is to stand on the high edge of the river and jump into the river, splashing the water. A few bold people, when no one was there, sneaked to the watermelon field not far from the river, one stole a large watermelon and threw it into the water, several people took stones and smashed it, and one person ate a meal half of the way. Tired of playing, I ran to the beach, slapped my hands on my butt, shouted loudly to the sun, heaven worship the country, worship the country, come out of the sun to dry me first, heaven to worship, worship the ground, come out of the sun I sunbathe. One summer, every child was tanned.
When my father saw that I was playing in the field every day, he bought a few sheep and asked me to herd sheep with my neighbor's big brother. Saying that it is sheep is actually driving sheep to the hillside and letting them roam freely. We found a comfortable place to lie down, watching the big white clouds floating in the sky, and listening to the sound of various insects in our ears. The heart, it slowly softened up, floated up, unconsciously sunset on the West Mountain, looking at the village under the sunset, draped in a layer of colored xia, red and lustrous, more and more quiet and peaceful. I don't know whose chimney took the lead in emitting a wisp of cooking smoke, and then wisp after wisp of cooking smoke rose one after another. At first, the cooking smoke was raised independently of each other, but after a while, they were intertwined and entangled, and they could not distinguish between you and me, and then slowly scattered, and under the background of the sunset, they were particularly beautiful.
When I was a child, the time was always so beautiful, we were all so simple, we cried, we laughed, we fell, we got up, and it was a new day.
Some people say that we only miss our childhood because we have not been able to let go of the joys of childhood, and those simple and lovely partners! I think, yes!
About the Author: Tonight and Night, Wang Yonggang also. People from Rizhao JuXian County, Shandong Province, after the 80s, their young families are poor, they are good at reading, and they do not seek much understanding. May a syllable in the text swim in the ocean of literature.
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