The Story of Reading in Primary School

My elementary school started in the last century, after the Spring Festival of 1967. I was just over six weeks old that year.

By the principal and teacher of my village primary school, she is Ms. Wang Suyun. According to seniority, I should call her fourth aunt. When she came to my house to mobilize me to go to school? I can be happy it! So is more obedient and active a good student. During the period of studying with her, I would often be praised by her in one way or another.

Ms. Wang Suyun? How are you? Whenever I think of her? I miss her dearly! She was like a great mother, caring for each and every one of us. She treated us like her own children. Like her own children! Carefully. As far as I can remember, she never seemed to lose her temper with any of us. She taught us how to write by hand, practicing and reviewing the text over and over again. Back then? The lessons were relatively simple! First grade was all about language and arithmetic. There were six classes a day, three in the morning and three in the afternoon. Sometimes it was five periods, three in the morning and two in the afternoon. It's all based on the presumed time of the busy and idle seasons.

The year I started studying, I had a problem. It was that I had to bring my fourth brother along with me to study (in those days in the countryside, it wasn't strange to have a family with many siblings. Rural people? Traditional understanding? There's always someone, there's always something! That's why most families had 4 or 5 children). It's because my fourth brother and I are only one year apart in age. And actually it's almost two years. I was born at the beginning of '61 and he was born at the end of '62. And my parents had to participate in production team labor, and my father was both the secretary of the brigade branch and the production leader. He was a man of strong revolutionary principles (he was a great hero, which he never spoke of at that time. Later, after the implementation of the policy, he (she) had to return to leadership positions? Only then did we realize the true picture! This is a later story. I'll talk about the legendary life of my parents and their heroic deeds later). So it was important for my mother to be active in labor as well, and to be a good example.

So? It's been hard for me! Since I was a kid? I've been responsible for taking care of my brother. This brother of mine? Will never leave me for life, until now also live with me, my brother and I also less divided from each other). When not in school? Good point! Just play mud monkey with him through the streets. But when I go to school? I have to take him with me! Everyone else has a seat, but I have to sit with two of them, so I can't help it! I can't help it if I have a brother like that. And I'm the one who got him used to it. Luckily, Mr. Wang was very sympathetic and took care of me, and always gave me a lot of extra care. For example, when I needed to study hard? She would often let my brother go to sit beside the podium or in front of the classroom and state me to take care of him. Good colorful brother is also very obedient and does not misbehave. And he was smart enough that by the time he was reading? Simply did not read the first grade! Just directly with me on the second grade, although the grades almost, but also slowly keep up with the trip. This is all in my brother and sister's bang help to keep up. Because of the special circumstances, my siblings gave him a lot of extra tutoring.

So I've been thinking about my teacher, Wang Suyun? Whenever I think of it? It's all in my mind! I miss her very much [prayers] [prayers] [prayers]. She passed away in the last century. I wish her all the best in heaven. [Prayers] [Prayers] [Prayers].

The past is too much to look back on, and the curtains are printed in my heart. I can write a hundred poems, but I am afraid that I will not be able to share my worries with my descendants.

Glad to answer your questions.

Childhood has my innocence, my loveliness, my naughtiness, my understanding, my happiness, my loss, and my foolishness. All these unforgettable past events make me unable to forget, my childhood is like a dream in heaven!

Today, share with you one of my most memorable events.

That is my third grade summer vacation, a Sunday morning, my father said to go downstairs to buy 2 pounds of potatoes, I said OK. Came downstairs, I have been called in the direction of the railway south to go, passing a railway track, continue to go forward, saw a big market, what are sold, began to sneak, I do not know a little hungry, do not busy buy 2 pounds of dirt road to the home, to the home has been 3 o'clock in the afternoon, just into the house, my father angry and loudly said I: "so late to come back, you know that I am more anxious with your mother? Almost reported to the police station to find people," I do not think that vibrant answer "not to it," my father was furious, with a shoe to hit me, I went up to the bed, blocked with his arm, coincidentally, a drop, heavily touched the nose, the blood flowed out immediately, my father witnessed the nostrils of the cotton, regardless of the use of the back of me to the downstairs area door Jane to go, fortunately, hit me. Downstairs in the district door Jane to go, fortunately a shot of medicine to stop the bleeding stopped, is to touch the capillaries. After returning home, my father was very remorseful, shed tears ....... Really poor parents ah, after such a long time, recalling the heart is still sour .......

Childhood as a big tree, hung with beautiful memories; childhood as a diary, filled with memories of happiness, sadness, tears; childhood as a cup of strong tea, so memorable. Beautiful childhood will be the best page of our life.

Childhood is a song, a song of joy that echoes in the heart for a long time. Childhood is a piggy bank, accumulating joy every moment ......

So let's talk about when I started studying. Because we lived in a remote rural area, we had to go to the township to study. It was five or six kilometers from the village to the township, and it took four trips a day to get there and back, which was a lot of work for a child. Because of this, many of the children in our village were late in school.

I didn't start studying until I was eight years old. Because I was short then, when I went to enroll, the teacher divided me into classes based on my height. I was selected for kindergarten and my peers were selected for first grade. At that time, the tuition for kindergarten was 5 yuan per semester, and for first grade it was 10 yuan per semester.

My mom didn't think it was right, and if that happened, then I wouldn't have any company when I went to school. At that time, kindergarten and elementary school didn't have the same hours. So my mom went to talk to the principal and told him that I was eight years old, and that even though I was a little bit shorter, I would have no problem reading in first grade. After talking for a long time, the principal finally agreed. So I went straight to first grade, and then went to pay the five dollar retroactive enrollment fee.

I remember that time, although the family is not rich, but my parents gave my second sister and I each 10 cents a day, at noon or in the afternoon after school can buy candy to eat. At that time, 10 cents can buy five fruit candy, enough for me to slowly chew on the way home from school.

Rural folks in the 70's and 80's, do you remember those days?

On Children's Day that year, the cultural program we prepared was "Three lines and a half" - "Criticizing Forests and Piping Holes to a High Tide! ".

Every afternoon in the last study session, we seriously practiced rehearsal, I was the first drumming station, just drumming sticks have broken several! I could see how hard we practiced, just waiting for the "June 1" Children's Day to report the performance!

"On June 1, the stage was set up in a large wooded area between two villages, and all the teachers and students of the commune's elementary school were there! And the people in the neighborhood came to see the fun! They also came to see the fun! It was really an unprecedented event!

It was not easy for us to go on stage to perform, maybe it is to see so many people on the stage, the heart panicked, maybe it is the pressure is not even thinking about, the drum set together with the stage, because usually practice rehearsal, there is no such operation, anyway, was confused, went straight to the stage, and so on the stage laughed, only to find that there is no performance of drums with the drums, and then panicked to the backstage to move it out.

Because of the makeup on the face, the specific blush of shame to what extent, at that time also do not know! Always feel like driving a cloud, the heart fluttering, do not know how to return to the stage of ......

Luckily, once the drums started to beat, I was calmed down, and with one line from me and one from him, the four of us started to perform normally, and because of the hard work that we usually practiced, we performed a wonderful program! The performance was very good because of the hard work they had practiced in the past! At the end of the program, the applause was long and loud! Finally got some face back! ......

What I didn't expect was that our program won the first prize! We were so happy that we jumped up and down! Obviously made a fool of myself, but also gave such a high evaluation, really unexpected, to know that after the performance of the program, we were scared to see the instructor with our heads down, and the teacher did not criticize my recklessness, said the performance was good! Also rewarded us, each person a bottle of soda to drink! We drink really happy, that unpleasant little episode, has long been forgotten outside the clouds! ......

It is still very interesting to think about it now! We, the members of "Sanshoujian", have gone our separate ways, and the memories of our childhood are so beautiful! We can no longer go back to the old days of innocence, and there is no more robin's call on the trees! Only the butterflies in my dreams, dancing in the flowers of the campus! And the swings, which you can only play on in gym class, swaying in the air! ......

Childhood is colorful and unforgettable. There are many wonderful things in my childhood that I still remember.

I remember when I was a child, once I was playing outside with my younger brother and he unintentionally hit me in the face with a wooden toy. At that time, blood flowed down my face, I panicked and ran home, my father looked at my mother to take a hand towel wrapped in my face. Carrying me to the hospital in a hurry, mom led my brother to follow, my brother was scared and cried hard. When I saw it, I said to my mom: "Mom, you hold my brother, don't let him cry." Mom said: "I don't care about him, as long as you're okay." Even though mom said that, she still carried her brother on her back. Our family of four so rushed to the hospital, there, the doctor said, the need for stitches, but there is no anesthetic for fear that I move, I can only tie my hands and feet on the bed, and let my mother pressed my hands, I may have seen my brother kept crying, actually in the process of stitches that is, did not cry and did not move a bit, the doctor completed the stitches smoothly, after a few days the injury was all healed, and did not leave much of the face of the scars.

This incident has been decades in the past, whenever it is mentioned, my brother always said: sister was really brave, but did not cry, but instead I was scared and cried non-stop, as if it was me who was injured, not my sister. I said: "Yes, because you cry a lot, I just look at you, forget to cry, forget the pain, forget to be afraid."

I had three major headaches in my childhood, stories of what happened that I will never forget, because I almost died all three times. People say that a great disaster is a blessing, but I'm still living a mediocre life, and now that half of my life has passed, I'm sure that the rest of my life will just follow the same pattern, or so it seems. [teeth bared] [teeth bared]

My first major headache was when I was 6 years old.

That said, one day in the fifth month of the lunar calendar, the sky was clear and cloudless, my neighbor's Bright and I, along with my four-year-old little sister, were playing hide-and-seek in the pumpkin patch not far from the front of the house, and as we played, we got tired of playing and got hot, so we met up and went to take a bath in the creek about a mile away.

Our parents had gone to the production team to do farm work, and when they left, they told us several times not to go bathing in the stream, saying we would drown. But Liang and I went anyway, and I took my sister with me.

The stream was flooded a few days ago, but the floodwaters receded long ago, and now the gurgling water is extremely clear, with lots of small fish playing in the water. The two little ones, Liang Liang and I, didn't even take off our lab coats and pants before we jumped right into the clear stream, cool, so cool! Of course, we only dared to pounce around the edge of the stream, and from time to time we also watered each other to play, my sister was on the bank to watch us giggling, I of course did not allow her to go into the water. When I was fooling around, I suddenly picked up a very, very long tree cane, so I and Liang Liang two one person tugging a head, pulling and pulling. Suddenly, I saw not far away there is a longer cane, the bottom of the water boulders large and small clearly visible, it seems that the water is very shallow, so I threw the cane in my hand to Liangliang, pulling the water to go over, looking fast enough, suddenly, the feet of the boulders are loose, I "plop" sound drowned into the clear stream, "ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah". "Ah woo, ah woo" involuntarily gulp the stream, feet stirring, but stirring not the bottom of the stream, hands grabbing, but can not grab things, eyes green and colorful can not see anything, by the stream stimulation pain swelling pain, vaguely heard bright in the call Agan Agan, my sister in the shore crying brother, slowly I heart clear, I know I will die. I know I'm going to die for sure, but mom and dad only have one son, and it's been passed down from generation to generation, what are they going to do? Also, our big white dog today do not know where to run wild to go, after I can no longer see it ...... is a "ah ooh ah ooh" desperately scratching and stirring, while the heart of the seven seven or eight thought, suddenly, the hand violently grabbed something, so the hands of desperately tightly Grabbing not to let go, is the cane, slowly feet stepped on a heap of stones ...... original is bright to me that the cane thrown over one end, he dragged the end of the milk with all his strength to pull, finally pulled me out of the pool of death! Later, I was holding a big belly on the bank "wow" vomiting stream water, my sister has been crying.

Thanks to Ryo for pulling me back from death with the cane I picked up.

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There are two big difficulties to put aside, want to know how the aftermath, and listen to the next decomposition.

When I was a child, our family and my mother's family live in a yard, then the two mounds on my own is a child, my mother and my mother get along very well for decades from every red face, my mother very much love me, there are good food always think of me, even if the good things in the mouth to see me will spit it out for me to eat, so I am also very close to my mother.

The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.

Let me tell you a story from my childhood.

When I was four or five years old, I was the naughtiest child and bold enough to be unafraid of strangers.

But the only one I was afraid of was Old Wang (I realized he was from the food station when I grew up). He often came down to our production team. I remember that summer, I was only hanging a belly bib, sleeping and rolling on the land surface of the steps. I was dirty. I saw Old Wang coming, carrying an oil-paper umbrella in a cloth bag. He saw me on the ground, he went up to the umbrella bag while fiddling with it and said: I will put this little child into this bag to carry away. The adults in my village also agreed, "Yes, he's the one who's been naughty, take him away. I was so scared that I ran away and escaped.

I remember another time when Old Wang was having a meeting in the hall house (equivalent to the ancestral hall). Grandma told me to borrow a cup of oil from my fourth uncle to cook vegetables. I took one look at Lao Wang, and I was so scared that I wet my pants and didn't borrow the oil back. I ran to my home, hid in my bed, covered my head with the quilt, and didn't dare to utter a word. I waited for a long time before my grandmother found me on the bed. And scared to death, covered in sweat.

From then until now, I don't make small children cry for fear of scaring them and making them afraid.

Listening to the sound of the umbrella ☔️ top crackling and cheerful rain, with the wonderful music of nature, 8 year old us jumped and spun ...... bang to our heart s content! Xiao Qin and I fell on the wet ground, our clothes all wet. Xiaoqin was so scared that she cried out, and I forced myself to say, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, wait for your clothes to dry before you go home". We found a neighbor's unused cabinet and hid. It was close to dinner time, and not long afterward, I heard my mom's slightly anxious cry, "Heihei, Heihei, it's time to eat". I didn't answer with a whimper. With another and another call, I could hear that my mom was already sounding like she was crying! It was the rainy season, and the river was flooded, so my mom was anxious that I had fallen into the river! Xiaoqin's family had many sisters, and her mom, as yet, did not have much to reflect on. It happened to be a Saturday, and Dad came home from the barracks and joined in the search. I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. My dad was the first to find me, and after sending Xiaoqin back to her house, he rushed to pick up me, who was shivering in the cold. After arriving home, Dad said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Dad will do a magic trick for you." He sneaked a piece of Nian𥼚 into a hot water bottle, and after a while poured it out and it was so soft that I stuck to the fine white sugar and ate it deliciously. It was the most beautiful dinner of my life! After decades, the memory is still fresh and vivid ......