Chapter 9 rural primary school

I want to go to school.Like a cicada that has been silent underground for four years before climbing out of the ground, and after experiencing many hardships and dangers before climbing to the top of a tree.It is always happy to sing non-stop.It started its life journey with a newborn hope, full of enthusiasm, and great piety... There is no end, only a process. That's faith...it's love.go to school. The abstract concept that Helen first met was love. You listen to what she said—— I remember one morning when Helen first asked the meaning of the word "love". Helen didn't know many words at that time, and she couldn't speak.She picked some early blooming violets in the garden and gave them to Teacher Sullivan, who kissed Helen happily.

At that time, Miss Sullivan put an arm gently around Helen, and spelled "I love Helen" on her hand. "What is love?" asked Helen. Teacher Sullivan hugged Helen even tighter, pointed to Helen's heart and said, "Love is here." Helen felt her heart beating for the first time, but she was still puzzled by the teacher's words and actions, because at that time she knew almost nothing except what she could touch. Helen smelled the violets in her hand and asked half with words and half with gestures: "Is love the scent of flowers?" "No." Teacher Sullivan said.

Helen thought again. The sun was shining warmly on them. "Is love the sun?" Helen asked, pointing to the direction of the sunlight, "Is it the sun?" At that time, in Helen's opinion, there was nothing better than the sun in the world, and its heat made all things thrive. But Miss Sullivan shook her head again and again. That day, the clouds were dense, and there were occasional drizzles. Suddenly, the sun broke through the clouds and gave off a dazzling light.Helen asked the teacher again: "Is love the sun?" "Love is a bit like the clouds in the sky before the sun comes out," the teacher replied. "You can't touch the clouds, but you can feel the rain. You also know that after a hot day in the sun, if the flowers and the earth can How happy it is to have rain! Love is intangible, but you can feel the sweetness of her. Without love, you are not happy, and you don't want to play."

"In an instant, I understood the truth-I felt that there were countless invisible lines shuttling between my mind and other people's minds." Miss Helen explained the abstract concept she first understood-"love" in this way. If I want to enter school, I have to be like Helen... That year, I still did not enroll. With my mother, for quite a long time, I actually had no formal lessons.Even if you study very seriously, it is just like playing a game, not like taking a class. No matter what my mother taught me, she always explained it with some beautiful stories and moving words.If you find that I am interested, you will continue to discuss with me, as if you have become a little girl yourself.

Things that children hate, such as learning grammar, doing arithmetic problems, and explaining problems more strictly, I did them with great interest under her patient guidance. These have become my fondest memories. These practices are almost exactly the same as Helen's description of what she did when she entered school. Take it, ah, take it—this is my cry now. Helen said: "I can't explain Miss Sullivan's special patience with my happiness and wishes. Maybe it's because of her long-term contact with the blind! She has a wonderful ability to describe things. Those boring details, her area However, I never feel bored and bored; she never blames me for forgetting the homework given. She can explain the boring scientific knowledge to me in a vivid and step-by-step manner, so that I naturally Remember what she said."

My mother is the same, but my mother uses maternal love.Sometimes when I am bored, especially when encountering difficult sounds, my mother will also become bored and anxious.She even hit me with her hands and regretted it all by herself. However, when it comes to learning, no one has given me as much as my mother! Everyone knows that Helen learned to speak relatively late after entering school.As for me, I learned pronunciation from the very beginning, and besides learning characters, I also learned to read aloud; this is more difficult—especially when learning some phonemes that you don’t understand the meaning and use of—

However, to speak well, you must learn phonemes! Do I still have to study at home? How long this situation will last, no one has a certain idea... However, I long for school.In my little notebook, I write: I want to go to school... I want to go to school... I can read by myself... Even so, I still "miss" school! Now, I can't accurately interpret these childhood texts. Why did you use the word "missed"? !  Finally one day, my father excitedly called my mother and said: "Sydney's enrollment has been resolved..." "Ah? Really? What can I do?" My mother was impatient.

The sun is still that sun.But how dazzling it suddenly became!It's a pity that no one shares my beautiful thoughts at this time. I think, I am going to be a primary school student. The recovery of my true social status began from this day.I am so happy, I feel that being a "child", a "child" who is no different from others, is such a happy qualification and taste! At that time, walking south from where we lived, not far from Longwan Wharf, there was a big village called "Guanqiao". Many overseas Chinese donated money to build a new primary school there.Compared with the schools in the city, its campus is very large.There is a large playground and a large grassy lot in the front yard.

At the gate of the campus is a large field of small yellow chrysanthemums that will never bloom, like a green carpet sprinkled with gold decorations.Very bright and beautiful. In the middle is a very beautiful five-story teaching building. The backyard is a neat unit teacher building. There is also an ancient forest, century-old casuarinas, litchi and longan... Casuarinas, also known as pines, are very old and have been standing there for centuries. Their trunks are thick and strong, and their height exceeds the three-story small buildings of farmers. Cicadas, insects and birds... The home of these little creatures.My mother immediately took me to school.

After the previous lesson, my mother decided not to talk about my deafness when I entered school.Because I can basically speak and read like a normal person now. We went by motorcycle. I walked all the way, it just rained and the road was still muddy... One side of the campus is surrounded by a large pond, which is full of fish, surrounded by dense reeds, bananas, and plantains... When it rains, the rainwater hits the plantain leaves, and the pond ripples circles. nice. Directly opposite the school are lychee groves, mango groves and vegetable gardens. The back of the school is adjacent to the village, and there is a small gate connected to the market in the village.In this way, it is very convenient to buy snacks and stationery.

Such a village on the edge of the city was not considered a village in Guangdong at that time.However, the village still retains a lot of cultivated land, which must be retained according to the requirements. So, on my way to school, I will pass two or three beautiful rice fields—fairytale rice... There were huge wooden forks in the tall straw piles. The little bird flew up, which was enviable. Such a situation makes it easy to think of a joke—good news: Little Mao Mao's parachute has opened! Bad news: However, there is a paddy field under your feet! Good news: There's a pile of soft straw in the paddy fields... Bad news: there's a big dung fork on the straw pile!The first time I went there, I was fascinated by the scenery. The principal asked me about my education level, and my mother said it was in the second grade.My dad had already told the owner of the garment factory: go to the second grade of primary school! In this way, I successfully entered the school. And crossed the first grade of elementary school and did not go to school. I was 7 years old that year. On the day of enrollment, my father went to Beijing for a business trip. My mother took me on a bicycle, but who knew that I didn't live up to it. Not long after I got on the car, I put my foot into the wheel... It hurts!My tears came out all at once. My right foot hurt badly. Oh, how unlucky I am! This is the second time my foot has hurt, and it's the same foot! I remember the first time my right foot was injured. When my mother took me to Dongri Computer Market to go to work by bicycle, I also put my foot into the wheel, and the result can be imagined. That day was the day I entered school—— It was too early, and the nearby small clinic was not open yet, so my mother had to open a small shop on the roadside to buy medicine and bandage herself.We didn't dare to waste time and went to school immediately. My homeroom teacher is actually a child—a young girl from Guangdong who just graduated, with healthy and beautiful dark skin. My arrival aroused the curiosity of the whole class-it's okay!I couldn't move my feet - this gave me a chance to quietly observe what life at school was like and get used to it right away. The midterm exam is coming soon, I took the third grade in the whole grade. My mother's hanging heart finally fell to the ground.  It is difficult for me to understand the teacher's words. Because they teach in Cantonese.At that time, this language was like bird language to me.Coupled with poor hearing, I was wasting time in school. Fortunately, primary school homework is too easy. But why did I have to arrive at school at 6:30 in the morning at that time?At that time, it was often before dawn and the wind was chilly, and most of the students had no time to eat breakfast. In the afternoon, school is over at about 5 o'clock. All kinds of homework, workbooks, and supplementary teaching materials let us write "homework" until midnight... The next day, I didn't seem to sleep much, and I had to repeat yesterday's day again... However, that's it, most of the students still "do not learn well"... why? Because I don't understand.They don't understand.No one tutors them individually.Even if you do all the exercises a thousand times or ten thousand times, you still repeat the same mistakes. Who can blame this? Aren't kids smart?They slowly lose their self-confidence.Doesn't the teacher teach well?Little by little they lost patience. Then, "good" will always be "good". "Poor students" will always be poor students... A lot of homework is mostly made with a big "fork", just like a big wooden fork on a haystack, which is dazzling and ruthless...and makes people look sad. Most of the time at school is wasted for me. During class, the teacher asked to only listen to the lecture, and the students were not allowed to read the books at this time. In this way, I basically learned my homework by copying the writing on the blackboard, the notes of my classmates, and my self-study. Because with my hearing ability, I couldn't understand the very difficult "Cantonese dialect" spoken in Dongguan at that time. The authentic Dongguan dialect, even today I have not been able to fully learn it. Destiny, what are you doing? ! Fortunately, the knowledge I had learned before "saved" me...that is, me, I studied so hard that summer and autumn.Education, if turned into something cruel, So, what other kid would actually love it? ! At that time, I made a good friend in the class, a little boy. His name is Wang Qianzhou, and he is one month younger than me.Is a proud little boy of Leo.He is thin and small, with big and bright eyes, and a pair of fan ears are very attractive.Very cute and smart looking.His family used to be in a military factory, but after it closed down, the family moved south. He is a very clever little boy, often without any effort, he can get the first place in the whole grade in the exam with his homework.He is also a little boy who is very good at taking exams. At first, the teacher arranged for me to sit at the same table with him.My writing format and classroom behavior all imitated him.Because I didn't know anything about school life. In this way, there will be gossip. Students who didn't understand the situation thought I was plagiarizing. The teacher transferred me and the little boy away. There is also a little girl in the class, she is very beautiful, the kind with a lot of ghost ideas, and she is from Guizhou.She likes my deskmate very much. She knows the "men and women" thing very well at a young age, and even becomes jealous of me, so she is "often rude" to me and keeps saying bad things about me in class. That little boy was at the same table with her for a while, and at the same table with me for a while... Whenever she was at the same table with me, after school, she would not walk with me, and would not talk to me. In this way, the teacher often transferred the little boy's seat to and fro. Hey. Come to think of it, I was so ignorant at the time! Because I often simply think that I am unlikable. Later, the little girl from Guizhou didn't make any money in her shop, so she went back to her hometown with her parents.Her mother was a very honest woman, and she tended the shop while she did some knitting work that was collected, such as hook slippers, wool slippers, and knitting sweaters. Her mother often said that she wanted to go back, to that plateau, frontier town with mountains. "When can I go back..." Her mother was always so melancholy, looking at the smoke billowing on the road. The daughter is very savage, and whenever this happens, she will resolutely stop her mother, as if her mother is a defeated old hen... This girl, if she grows up and comes to Guangdong again, she must be a hero!  One day, that girl from Guizhou came to my house to play games. She plays the teacher, a lovely, kind, intelligent teacher.That is the teacher in her heart, she said she wants to be such a teacher when she grows up! Although imitating our teacher's appearance, but facing her "students"-me, my mother, my father and Xiao Wang Qianzhou, they couldn't be "ruthless" no matter what. From this, I think, in fact, what a kind girl this is. She giggled and elaborated on her ideals when she grew up. She teaches so well, looks decent, and is definitely no worse than our real "teacher". Her kindness, cleverness, and a little bit of precocity are all so cute. It's a pity that she was a child with "bad homework" at school. In the words of our teacher, that is "a guy who can do nothing but sing and dance"! Is this true? ! Now I have my doubts about those words.Because, this girl is always so stubborn, and suffered a lot at school because of "not easy to discipline". The biggest suffering was because I didn’t finish a lot of homework, and the teacher cruelly hung up a big cardboard that said “big slob” and went around “school”. In the end, he was kicked out of school by the teacher. It was to ask the class monitor to lead someone to put her schoolbag on the road in front of the school. Then, he was forcefully "dragged" out of the school by a tall boy... However, the girl had no more tears. She was used to all kinds of stigma at school. At that time, wasn’t the teacher dragging him to the podium to “accompany the teacher” because he “didn’t listen well”?I was punished again and again to stand outside the teacher, and finally I was told "I can't listen to Teacher X's class..." Therefore, every time Mr. X was in class, she either stood outside or stood on the podium, with wandering eyes, looking left and right, and greeted the little boy below who liked her with her eyes.It seems that it is not oneself who is punished, but someone else. The eyes said, "Hi, how are you, am I still pretty?!" The eyes below said: "Of course, a very beautiful, clean girl..." "yes?" Then, all eyes smiled.Finally, it was discovered by the teacher. The teacher turned black and yelled at all the students. The roar resounded through the classroom, drifted across the grass in the campus, and fell into the pond on the edge of the village outside the gate. "You are such a shameless girl..." The teacher roared, probably like this.I can't hear clearly, imagining this way, I saw the teacher tell "her" to get out of the classroom... This kind of thing has to be staged three to four times every less than a day. Soon, the little girl went back to her hometown. Some people said that it was because her parents' business went bankrupt, and some said it was because she was "expelled" from the school. It turns out that the child will also be "expelled". That means you have to "get out" of school? ! This incident shocked me greatly. When the little girl was about to return to her hometown, she didn't even take the exam, and she didn't go to school to issue a "transfer letter". Her mother said that she would start her studies again from the first grade after returning to her hometown. "Hey. This kid was delayed just to help me with my business..." Her mother said, weak and sickly.This woman was actually only twenty-five or six years old at the time.It turned out that after school, the little girl either helped her mother take care of the shop, or went shopping and cooking... At night, she couldn't finish her homework, so she lied to her mother and said, "There is no homework." poor child! Although, for the sake of vanity, you once pretended to lose your Chinese books and borrowed my old notebook, and proudly announced to the whole class the next day: "Zhang Sydney used to be in the second grade... no, she was in the third grade." I have read them all, otherwise how could I recognize so many characters? If you don’t believe me, I will take you to her house to see, she is a repeater.” She was so eloquent that everyone was staring sideways at me.I still don't know what happened! I forgive you. Clean girl! Although you have hurt me many times in order to make excuses for yourself "bad homework"! I really love you, like loving every child with a pure heart.I hope you study well and become a good teacher...may your dreams come true. May all dreams come true!  By the way, the little boy who often helps me is called Wang Qianzhou. He has big eyes that are always alert, and protruding ears that are always listening to the slightest sound. He's too smart, too weak, and too sensitive to feel very melancholy! Almost all the girls like him, but all the boys bully him, and he often only plays and walks with girls. He is also a foreigner. His grandmother is from Shanghai and worked as an English teacher. Wang Qianzhou and I, at that time, besides going to class, the happiest thing was to play in the big grass in front of the school. We love catching insects best, like grasshoppers and praying mantises... Sometimes, we also flutter butterflies and pick reeds by the pond... The plantains all over the bank are especially beautiful when they bloom. Catching mantises is my specialty.You just need to tease it with the grass, let its ferocious pincers "slash" towards the "bad" grass, and then catch it from behind, and you're done. How happy I was at that time!In the school's foot-high wild grass, I lay comfortably, basking in the sun and teasing praying mantises. Wang Qianzhou said: "There are only people who tease crickets, how can anyone tease praying mantises?" He stepped back as he spoke.Because he is very timid, even smaller than a little girl. He was also small, thin, and emaciated, with big, quick-witted eyes always showing a look of panic. But, look at that praying mantis, it just stood up stupidly, lying across the road, waving its brave "big knife" fiercely and stupidly... The little boy was almost scared away by it and screamed. What a happy and wonderful time this is! Many years later, I found out that praying mantises are carnivores, extremely ferocious.It was an insect killer.And at the time, when I was laughing, I thought these guys were "pure grass-eating bugs." Khan to death! I was very courageous at that time, and I often caught praying mantises and gave them to Qianqian (Wang Qianzhou's pet name at home).He is much more courageous than me.My innocent and timid little boy! Ha ha……  School should be a paradise for children. The teacher should guide the children's body and mind like an angel, and "gift" the best things in the world to the children... You, teachers, Float down the chimney like Santa Claus, Give the best gift in this world, bring the kids... Of course, if it is a "good" time, it will make people miss the teacher. you…… A kind of flower given to me, the leaves are grass green, and the purple flowers are like delicate Yingguang cups. that day... Mom is coming to pick me up. I timidly said to my mother: "Mom, I lost my pen..." My mother didn't get angry like I imagined, but said very gently but a little harshly: "Good boy, don't cry, this is a lesson, pay attention next time, I will buy you another one." So, I am no longer sad. Later, my mother bought me a pen that was exactly the same. A few months later, I accidentally found that a boy behind me dropped a pen on the ground. I picked it up and saw that "5" was written on the boy's pen! That's my lost pen! I am angry. After class, I yelled at the boy: "Why did you steal my pen?!" He refused to admit it at first, but when he saw "5" written on the pen, he finally admitted that he stole it. I was very angry at that time and ignored him for more than half a month. Now, except for that boy, the whole class is my friend. Over Christmas that year, I got sick. In the evening, someone knocked on the door suddenly.I opened the door and saw, ah, there are so many classmates!They came together just to send me a Christmas card.That boy was among them. At the end, when people were about to say goodbye, he said timidly, "This card is for you." I took the card and said, "Thank you!" Now…… My whole class has become friends with me. I think, how happy I am in school! My mother said, maybe, instead of going to school at home, I can learn more book knowledge, but I may never experience the experience of going to school, the feeling in the crowd, and the interpersonal life of such a child in my life! So let me go to school, even if it's purely "for fun." My journey to school is about 5 miles long. You have to turn two corners and walk through two roads, two villages and two roads. There are beautiful rice fields, vegetable fields, and orchards along the way. There are also many village dogs running around. At first, my mother sent me off, and then I learned to ride a bicycle. My mother rode a bicycle with me when she was worried. When school was over, I would ride back slowly by myself. The rice fields are green, yellow, and light; Flowers bloom, fall, and replace; The fruit is ripe, ripe, picked... What a pleasant day! There is also a field full of wild flowers of various colors. My mother and I went back to pick them when I celebrated my birthday.Unfortunately, I later heard that these are gone.The surrounding area of ​​that village has been completely urbanized. The rice field has been turned into a five-star hotel; The vegetable field has also become a huge supermarket... The dogs had no choice but to be locked in the yards of each family, and it was rare to see them again! Thinking back to my childhood, the tough grass on the wasteland, the bushes that can be illuminated by the sun, and have stones to shelter from the wind, are all the homes that small insects like. The male grasshopper, the praying mantis is the dandy of the grass, and in the spring, they even more exaggeratedly adorn themselves with long tentacles.Although grasshoppers also have a fighting stance, they are a relatively peaceful and friendly animal compared to praying mantises! It's not a badass murderer who is aggressive and belligerent. As a kid, some of my best memories from school turned out to be those grass bugs! In those years, I was most proud of learning to roller skate. In the evening, my favorite thing to do is to go to the roller skating rink to skate with foreign girls.Some parts of the skating rink are very steep, and we slide down from a place with a steep slope.Everyone pushes hard and slides in the music-the wheels of the skates turn and rush.Cross the square, jump over the potholes, and slide straight ahead... I seemed to see the real snow, the wilderness of my hometown, and the frozen lake, and I imagined slipping across the glistening lake to the other side of the lake. Ah, it's like a dream!What a fun game!It was so much fun!You will think of the real ski resort, or maybe the volcano in Window of the World, they suddenly erupted, and the red light all over the sky rushed towards you... blood! For that fleeting moment, you seem out of touch with the planet.Flying against the wind, fluttering like a celestial being.I feel like I'm really flying! Have you ever skated? ! spin...