In 1998, I was born in the mountains and grew up in the mountains, and when I was a child, I always wanted to go out of the mountains, and when I grew up, I wanted to go back
Elementary school kindergarten to third grade, is in the mountains. Every morning, follow the friends in the village and form a team along the mountain road, which runs along the river. When I was a child, I would encounter a lot of strange things on the way to school, and my grandfather's big yellow dog would send us to school every morning and go back by himself. On the way, I may encounter: a snake standing upright, a large ant pressed under a stone, each time scaring me into sweat, hurry up. As a result, I am still very afraid of snakes
When I went to school, I brought my own rice to pan, panned it and steamed it in the big stove, and then brought the pickles that my family brought in the morning, and the lunch was solved. Several times I almost missed the steaming point, and if I missed it, I would be miserable and hungry at noon. I have the impression that once, when I was in kindergarten, I helped to carry the lunch box at noon, but I fell down at the door of the classroom, and my gums were bleeding, but I still got up and continued to eat. The fifty cent bowl of dishes in the commissary is my favorite to eat, steamed rice at noon, to play a dish, iron will be able to eat very full, but not every day Grandma will give me pocket money, so I am very happy to eat once or twice a semester.
When he goes to an outdoor class to experience class, he is always taken by the teacher to hoe grass for him. During the lunch break, I always go to the field to find small bugs to play, I remember that there is a begonia tree behind the classroom, I thought it was an apple tree, and I met every April and May After the lunch break, I ran to the top to pick flowers and soak water to drink, and I could smell the flowers when I sat in the classroom. I also ran away with my classmates during my lunch break, went to play with my classmates, came back late, and was scolded by the teacher. There are also a trip, not to come back to class in the afternoon, and as a result, I was scolded by my parents when I went home. But usually Grandpa wouldn't know I was skipping class because they didn't care about me. When learning to add and subtract and multiply, the teacher would let us prepare small sticks, bundle after bundle. If the conditions are good, ask your parents to buy plastic bundles for themselves, the color is beautiful, very good-looking. My words are basically made of yellow wattle poles and rubber bands to form bundles.
On the way home from school, although it is close to the river, I never go to the river, for fear of dragging my feet, coming out of the water, pulling myself down, especially where there are deep water and grass.
