Unforgettable Days Without Foundation

In the late 1970 s, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. In our village, school is called study. Therefore, I started my reading life with a longing for the study life. The schoolbag is sewn by my mother by hand with a beautiful floral cloth. The schoolbag contained a small blackboard which was the size of handkerchief and was framed by wood, and several strips of stone pens cut from talcum. There is also a rag used to wipe the small blackboard. The study is located at the west end of the village, and my home is at the east end of the village. There is a long flagstone road. I have enough time to show off the treasures in my schoolbag. Because my father and elder brother both work in the city, my mother looks after the preschool children in the village’s Yuhong class, and I am the only one in the family who has free meals, so the equipment in the schoolbag should be advanced. There were mostly five or six brothers and sisters of the same age. Although the cost of reading was very small at that time, the contents in their schoolbags seemed much thinner. There was only a stone pen and a gray-black roof tile carefully repaired by their father. Tiles are used here as small blackboards for doing exercises in class. It looks ugly, stupid and uneven, but it is as clear as writing on it. And even if it is broken by the little hair, there is no need to feel so distressed. The small blackboard with wooden frame looks neat and light to use, but it is relatively thin and will be broken accidentally. Because they were all partners in the same village, more than a dozen of people were upgraded from Yuhong class in the east of the village to study. Except for the freshness of the clothes, there was not much strangeness between them. The teacher in the study is also from the village, the father of a friend. The seniority is lower in the village, and there is not much majesty. Therefore, most of my friends didn’t feel too tight on the first day of school. The difference is that our first grade and fourth grade students have one classroom. Our lower grade is in the south and the fourth grade is in the north, occupying their own territory respectively. Many of them are the brothers or sisters of our friends. When we are arranged in the seats, we twist our bodies unjustly, even excitedly but quietly with our own or neighbor brothers, when my elder sister said hello and winked, what she got was mostly coldness or indifference, and there was no friendship in the past at all. Maybe in the eyes of elder brothers and sisters in the fourth grade, the behaviors of our little hairs were very naive, maybe they were taught by teachers in advance to set a good example for us during class time. Gradually, we little hairs are no longer affectionate in the northern boundary. When the teacher was not there, we just went to work in the S. The climax was that the monitor decided by the teacher brought a new book, and we all sat upright at once. Staring at the new book in the front row, I couldn’t help feeling excited, thinking about the textbook I got early. If I saw one of them, I would count it silently, pray that when you don’t send a book to yourself, it’s the right time for that book. Pa-pa-the book was thrown onto the table by the monitor with great momentum. We quickly picked up the book as if it was a treasure, leaned over our noses to smell the tempting ink fragrance, and then quickly turned over whether there was any damage inside. Everything was normal, so we settled down to take a look at the color picture of the textbook, or read the letters or words you know as if you show off. Before going to school, we mostly learned a little from our brothers and sisters. Life is like this. Every day, I listen to the teacher’s reading with strong accent and teach us how to write. Occasionally, one by one, fighting small fights and small reports are repeated day by day. There was a small split among the friends who came together soon. They learned fast and wrote well. They were often praised by teachers, and sometimes there might be an affordable prize like a stone pen. Those who are lazy and naughty in class are often punished to write pinyin or new words ten or twenty times with their blackboard. There was also an excuse that the homework of last night was deleted by my mother or father accidentally, so I had to take an empty blackboard or roof tile to school to ask for a guilty lazy student. Even if the teacher was confused, because these blackboards did have the disadvantage of being easy to erase, he had to turn a blind eye and let the lazy life pass. Remember once. The teacher wrote some slogans on the wall outside the house and asked the monitor to lead us to write new words silently. I always wrote down the first few words silently, looking at the deskmate scratching his head, quietly erected the small blackboard, and the deskmate left it quickly, quickly write it on your own small blackboard. Because my dictation went smoothly, I had time to look at the embarrassment of my partners. I really couldn’t remember for a long time, waiting for the monitor to shout again. But the monitor only shouted a new word for three times. At this time, I blurted out, imitating the Monitor’s long voice: Silent the word “upstairs”, but the voice did not fall, the teacher rushed in step by step, so I was pulled to the front. The teacher just held a pipe in his hand, so my little head was knocked three times by the pipe, and I came back aggrieved, one by one with my own small blackboard in line, when I went to the desk to check the teacher, a rash guard turned around because of full excitement. His thick blackboard hit the small blackboard I was holding. With a slight crack, my small blackboard was split into two halves. Fortunately, there was a wooden frame around it, and the two halves were not separated. So this small blackboard with cracks accompanied me through the first grade of primary school. When I was in the second grade, I had a notebook. There was a thin layer of plastic paper on the first layer, and a layer like the copy paper today was on the bottom. Use a hard round-headed pencil to fill up a piece of paper. When you lift the first layer of plastic paper, the strokes of the words will be eliminated. This book is about ten pages. It can be used repeatedly, but when the number of times increases, if the handwriting cannot disappear completely, it should be eliminated. The past is like smoke, but the pure and happy memory often reveals a seductive smile, which makes me miss……. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Love empty

The rainy weather in recent days makes the original autumn more intense. Especially when the temperature drops a lot at night, the quilt needs to be covered. When there is nothing in the daytime, I really want to write calligraphy and pick up the writing brush and ink that have been used for a long time, I found that the first few words I just started were beyond recognition! Probably because I haven’t written for a long time, the pen in my hand is not obedient any more and I act wildly alone. In that time, I suddenly found that when I was immersed in it, my heart which was agitated on weekdays could be calm here at this moment without thinking about anything, the only belief is how to write well, which seems to be a pursuit of beauty. After the rain, I accidentally caught a small fish by the riverside. It was small and cute, so I found a small fish tank at home that I hadn’t used for a long time and put some water in it, put the fish in it. Probably because it just entered a new environment, it was very disobedient and seemed to be unable to accept that its fate was changed like this. It bumped around in the fish tank for quite a while, want to get rid of the sudden shackles. But when it was tired, it finally calmed down. It could only yield in such an environment and deeply realized the cruelty of reality. Because it was cloudy, the sky became darker after the rain. In the morning, I heard the weather forecast that it would be sunny. I expected to see a smile of the Sun after the rain, maybe I haven’t seen her smile for a long time. I can only imagine in my memory and the beauty of the past. There was no other way. The justice was not beautiful, and everything seemed so powerless. I sighed in my spare time across the sky, and then gradually disappeared. I sat near the window, with the wind passing by my ears, the computer opened with a little chill sat in front of the computer, looking at the screen, but didn’t know what to do, so he put his favorite music, not only because of tiredness but also because of it, I lay on my bed and fell asleep unconsciously. I dreamed of a place, a place so far away, a place without sadness. I don’t know where it is, I only know what my heart yearns. Find yourself lonely in the abyss. The Angel was dancing lightly in the dream. Holding the Magic Wand’s hand seemed to attract me to the city of the sky. I looked far away and saw a familiar figure, but could not see everything clearly at a glance. This kind of dream wakes up and goes to sleep again and again, just like a single cycle, which is always lingering and lingering in the heart. I used to have a long expectation, longing for a pair of wings to fly to that place. Even if my eyes are covered, even if I can no longer see my reflection when I go, even if I become a wisp of soul. I also want to cross the boundary of time and space, where I met, not because of unforgettable, but because of hope. The night was very quiet, and it was so dark, just like being swallowed by the wild monster. Could I buy a match of the little girl selling matches to light up my hope? Can we go back to that fairytale world again? After the day, I still have to endure the long night, the night without stars, the company without the moon and the disturbance of the world of mortals. Where is the end? In a hurry, I took nothing away. Just on the way I came, I lost myself by accident! In the world, who shed tears in the sky, but only for an unreachable dream, put all for it, not for return. Until the moment I left, there was no breath of a dream. Maybe all this was just a song worth missing. Everything was aimed at telling myself that life should not be greedy and contentment should be happy! Thank you for this encounter, which made me believe that everything is better than dreams. The pure air is like the tears of ice snow lotus, stepping on the romance of late autumn, in the evening wind, together with fallen leaves, the melody of dancing heart, why expect, more miracles, only in the heart. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…