Fragments of Memory: Elementary School Impressions

[When people reach middle age, they always want to write something, which is also a memory, a nostalgia in memory.] 】

In memory, the old school is a large courtyard with two courtyards, sitting north and facing south, which is very grand.

The Maquan River in front of the school used to be flowing water, which added a lot of charm to the recitation of morning reading students.

The bridges that entered the school were made up of more than a dozen three-hole bluestone slabs that were one foot thick and several feet long (unfortunately, they were all washed away in the early 1990s) bridge, arranged in the shape of "Qi". Standing on the bridge and looking up, the school gate is a tall archway (it is said to be the ancestral hall of a rich man before liberation), and it is necessary to pick up the stairs and enter the campus from above.

Stepping over the archway into the campus, the first thing that catches your eye is a small two-story building with green bricks and green tiles. The memory of the small building spans more than a dozen rooms from east to west, with the teachers' offices and dormitories on the upper floor and the four large rooms below the classroom with four arched windows. At that time, the staircase of the small building opened in the middle of the building, which was a green brick barrier and led directly to the second floor. The floor on the second floor is wooden, and once someone walks around upstairs, the creaking floor rubbing will be heard sitting in the classroom downstairs.

On the east side of the campus is the teachers' canteen, which seems to have two willow trees in front of the canteen, and a large bell is cast in bronze, which is the command horn for all the students to go to and from class. Under the willow tree is a well, on which a hand-stirred rudder sits, and the iron hoop barrel hanging from it is the main tool for the life of teachers and students throughout the school. On the south side is a row of teachers' dormitories and offices, which are generally the office and living place of the main leaders of the school, and like the houses on the east side, they are a layer of green bricks and blue tiles, and like the two-story building, they should be left over from before liberation. The red brick large machine tile house built after a smooth ride on the west side is a school-run factory.

Bypassing the east side of the two-story building, it is a different world. The yard is not big, but it is compact. The green brick and blue tile house with a span of three meters behind the building is where I was in the red class and the first grade, and the east side of the child is a spacious and bright red brick large tile room like the school-run factory, which is also the classroom of the first grade of primary school. Turning left along this tile house, there is a long sliding tile room, and from east to west, there are classrooms for the second and third grades. At that time, we had three classes in each grade, and the standard of each classroom was several rows of desks with a long wooden board (some paulownia, some elm, and some poplar) set up by two or seven piers, and we spent the first, second, and third grades on this long wooden board with a small stool brought from home. By the way, on the side of the podium, there is usually a small coal stove made of mud bricks, which is convenient for boiling water and for heating the classroom in winter.

Here, I would like to mention the interesting things about when I mentioned it.

One is in the first grade. I remember one day in the middle of winter, the teacher assigned homework to write sketches and sat by the fire. As soon as he put the kettle full of water on the stove, I shouted, "Report, I'm done." "The teacher asked me to take it for him to review, and he glanced at my homework and asked me, how many words to write for today's homework?" I answered ten. He asked you how many he wrote? I answered ten. How many more times did he ask to write? I was dumbfounded. He said he held out his hand, and then he took a bamboo board (maybe it was a ruler) and hit my palm, and while typing, he said, I said ten words to write ten times, why do you write ten words in ten words?! Tell you not to listen carefully!

The second is when I was in the third grade. The teacher also has to assign sketching homework. Once, a classmate surnamed Liu invented a quick way to write, that is, to grasp two or three pencils at the same time, so that it is both efficient and beautiful, uniform, and very good-looking. But the result? Because laziness is also a bamboo board.

Looking back at these shots, it's as if it were still yesterday. During this period, I did not intend to accuse the teachers of being "rude", but instead admired their professional teaching spirit at that time, and in retrospect, my heart was full of excitement and warmth. Maybe this is Yan Shi.

Off-topic, back to the canon. My fourth grade was spent on the first floor of that small two-story building. Going to fourth grade was our biggest childhood dream because we could sit on high stools and we finally grew up. Just half a year after the fourth grade, we moved to the red brick classroom on the south side of the school and the southwest of the school factory, because the school needed to be rearranged and rebuilt, and this small building had to be demolished to build a new teaching building.

In the fourth grade, we no longer enter and exit from the main entrance of the school, because we can enter directly from the west side of the school. At that time, the west side of the school was an idle low-lying wasteland, except for a stage piled up with dirt, and the outside was a large playground, which was our paradise, without walls. In the blink of an eye, it was the fifth grade exam.

There was also a shot in the fourth grade. I remember once in geography class, the teacher was on the board book, we whispered below, suddenly, the teacher asked: Who is who, what small actions are you doing? We were all shocked, looked at each other, and wondered in our hearts: God, why does the teacher know that we are engaged in small actions in the board book? Who knew that the teacher came again: What to see, that is, you two! We were even more nervous and panicked, so we had to obediently calm down. Many years later, I also taught, specifically on this issue to consult the teacher of the year, the teacher laughed and said, you are stupid, do not know that the blackboard will reflect the light? Afterwards, I also studied the blackboard in detail, and the result was that through the blackboard, I could not see everything in the classroom.

Going back to that, let's talk about our school-run factory. It was a printing house. A long-stall spacious and bright large machine tile room is equipped with several printing presses, a warehouse is stacked with boxes of different sizes of Song script printing lead characters, a warehouse on the board is a order of paper, workers all day long in the layout printing, printed with homework books, examination papers, etc., should be supplied to the whole commune. It was a "military forbidden place" and we couldn't get in, the only fun thing was to drill through the window and touch a few pencils to come out and use ink to print a few words on the workbook.

The years passed in a hurry, and the flowers blossomed and blossomed. It should be in 1982, our big campus was divided into two schools, the east one was the finished middle school, one to eight grades, the west was the township middle school, the junior high school three grades, began to recruit top students for the whole township.

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