When I was a child, I only knew running and playing, but I didn't know I had to go to school. Adults who eat all day are shouting their names in the street. When they hear it, they don't answer or go home. I can't go home easily because I haven't had enough fun. When I was a child, I was also very naughty. I don't look like a girl at all I can climb trees, climb straw piles, climb walls, build houses, pound nests, kick pockets and shuttlecock, and I can do anything. Haha, memories, the carefree time when I was a child, it was really happy and sweet.
However, one day, I remember that it was sunny, warm as spring, and it felt like spring breeze. However, I think my memory has deviated, or what? Admission should be in September, and it should be in autumn. Maybe the warm sunshine in autumn makes me think it's spring. Mother made a schoolbag for her parents who lived in the Woods near the village. Because my parents have sewing machines, but my family doesn't. Trees planted by villagers are all around my family. In front of the door is a clearing full of grass. In my young mind, I think it is a "grassland". The scenery in that home is really beautiful. Later, my parents moved to the county, where we lived for several years. I often walk in the Woods with my uncle's little white rabbit, "recite poems" and play on the grassland. In spring, there will be all kinds of wild flowers on the grassland. I feel that I live in a fairy tale, often holding a Chinese textbook, reading the text "emotionally" and moving myself.
Keep talking about schoolbags. Mother made the schoolbag and handed it to me. I said, what is this? Mom said, this is your schoolbag. You are going to school. It is used to put books. I am very happy to hear that. I am holding this schoolbag with blue flowers on a white background and spinning in the wind. The bag is full of wind. I saw Mr. Feng sticking his head out of his schoolbag and smiling at me, as if to say: You are such a little fool. Looking at the roadside, I feel grass, flowers and small trees are smiling at me, as if to say, this little fool is really happy.
At that time, there was no mechanization, and adults were very busy. My cousin heard that the school lets people who should go to school sign up. I followed my cousin to register at school. I met my cousin when I arrived at school. He seems to be in the fourth grade and said, "Jingyan can't stay." I thought it was over and I couldn't go to school. I'm disappointed. I thought "out of reach" meant that children had to grasp things with their hands, and only when they could grasp them could they qualify for school. I thought, at that time, I will try my best to jump up, but I am still very scared, thinking, if I have tried my best to jump up, I still can't reach it. Later, I don't know why I went to primary school in a daze. Many years later, I realized what my cousin meant by "out of reach". What he means is that I'm afraid my age is too young for my school. There was no sound, but my cousin's careless words startled me. ......
I went to primary school in a daze and didn't know what I had learned. Anyway, I am very happy every day. Although we don't have a desk, other students with brothers and sisters will try to build a stone table. I can only write on my knees, and occasionally a kind classmate will let me lean in. One day, I went to school early. As soon as I opened the door of the classroom, there was a pile of bricks and a few irregular rotten slabs. You excite me. Immediately lifted a brick, picked a slate, and built a stone platform for himself. I finally have my own stone platform, so happy! Although my bricks are not new, they are all round or oval, and there is no mud in dry masonry. In class, if you are not careful, a brick will fall, and sometimes it will hit the stool of the classmate in front. The classmates in front turned to stare at me, or muttered something to me, so I quickly picked up the bricks and re-built. Anyway, I think it's great that I finally have my first table.
Later, when I was in the third grade, as soon as I entered the classroom, rows of brand-new stone platforms were neat, and I touched them, all of which were quite strong. I think the seniors are so happy that they can use such a good stone stage. That kind of feeling, going to the stepped classroom of the university, I don't think it is as rich as the stone stage of my third year.
One day, I came home and saw a pencil sharpener and pencil box on the dining table. I think my father must have gone out to buy it for me. That pencil sharpener is a round pencil sharpener like a small moon cake. The pattern on it is a big cock with a red tail and a lively little frog. I like it very much. However, the pencil case is not very beautiful, and a group of little old men are painted on it. Why did dad choose such an ugly pencil case? I pursed my lips, looked for my mother with a pencil case, and finally found my mother in the community. I said, "Mom, look at the pencil case my father bought me, with a group of little old men painted on it." Mom said with a smile, this is a story of "gilding the lily". And told me the story of "gilding the lily". After listening to the story, I was happy again, and I fell in love with my pencil case, a little fondle admiringly.
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Today, I accidentally remembered all kinds of things I went to school when I was a child, thinking about the day when I grew up naturally. I think my pursuit of a simple philosophy of life now may stem from my natural growth as a child. Parents are busy at work, far away from the "care" and companionship of modern parents. However, the resources that our generation of children have drawn from nature have always nourished our hearts.
About the author: Ada, a doctor in the Department of Endocrinology (Diabetes Specialist) of Yanjin County Hospital.