I was only a freshman at that time. I just know that the teacher said that only a few students can wear red square scarves like Class Three in Senior High School, which is especially enviable. I tried to put the students in front of the teacher, and this became the first batch of "red scarves".
There is a red scarf stained with ink and printed with faint footprints in my baby box. This red scarf is not the same as that sold in the small shop at the school gate. Especially bloody. After all, it was my first red scarf to join the team in primary school.
At the morning meeting, our second-grade brothers and sisters tied red scarves on us. Finally, it was my turn, but the "Snow Brother Xue Jie" who helped me wear the red scarf didn't appear, and I was the only one in the team wearing a monotonous school uniform. Have all my efforts been in vain these days? I looked around, hoping that the red scarf would reach my empty neck. In the silence of the audience, it was the class teacher who saved me. The teacher's red scarf is really different and neat.
Because I heard that the red scarf was dyed with the blood of martyrs, I cherish it all the more. But when I grew up again, I no longer thought it was sacred, so I threw it in my bag at will, and my interest in it was greatly reduced. Until one day, the unexpected disappearance of the red scarf made me panic. Finally I found it on the podium, with a few drops of ink and footprints on it. I love and feel bad, so I won't wear it. I went to the store to buy a new red scarf and stuffed it into the box. The head teacher and his parents helped me wear it, and I almost lost it. I can't get dirty any more!
I sometimes play with it, but I don't want to wear it or wash it. When I saw it, I seemed to see the teacher wearing a red scarf for me. Now I'm in grade six, and I've changed schools. I don't know how many red scarves I've changed. Only the reddest red scarf that the teacher personally tied for me can be preserved to this day.
In the first grade, every student will join the team and get a red scarf, which will be very happy. The teacher asked us to take good care of the red scarf.
But once, I saw a classmate in our class eating a red scarf. He couldn't help putting a corner of the red scarf into his mouth bit by bit. Look at his mouth and move, as if to say, "delicious, delicious, delicious!" " Then he took the red scarf out of his mouth. Oh, that's disgusting. Makes me want to throw up.
Some students put red scarves in drawers. When the table is dirty, they wipe it with a red scarf and throw it away when it is dirty. Some students still use the red scarf as a towel to wipe the sweat when sweating.
Alas, if the teacher asked us to take care of the red scarf, wouldn't it be a waste of time? There is a female classmate in our class who cherishes the red scarf. When other students found the red scarf, she washed it, dried it, put it in the cupboard in the class, and lent it to students who didn't have it later. However, two or three students in our class don't wear red scarves every day, and they all say that they will return them immediately after borrowing them, but they haven't returned them for several days, and the red scarves in the cupboard are running out.