It has been almost forty years now, and this picture is still clearly in my mind: The sky is just dawning, and the bell of the Lingguan Temple on the other side of the wall has just struck dawn. Isn't this just the time to go to bed early?But you must get up quickly, otherwise, the family will play tricks on you; you can't wait to wash your face, and you have to trot to the school—it was called a school in those days, but now it is called a private school. ——It is impossible to grab the head to learn, otherwise, I will feel uncomfortable and will not be praised by the teacher.A primary school student who didn't get enough sleep opened his throat like a titmouse and yelled books all morning, and he still had to pack them for ten mornings. There must be eight mornings. Because of too many books, he couldn't memorize them, and his head was hit several times Fang, his eyelids were twitched so badly, and when he came home from early school and went to school after breakfast, his stomach was already resting, and he was baked by the spring heat, facing a stack of thick familiar books, An De Don't have heavy eyebrows and heavy eyes, can't stand it anymore, just want to lean on the desk and get a full sleep?But that annoying, annoying teacher who specializes in beating people, he didn't feel tired at all. He propped up a pair of ugly brass-rimmed short-sighted glasses, half-squatting and half-squatting in front of a huge and bulky old desk, holding With a wooden square that is a foot long, he kept knocking on the desk; the sound was more terrifying than the meowing of wild cats, so frightening that you couldn't sleep.

It is still like this every day. At this time, there must be a second-handed wheelbarrow for carrying oil, rice, and pigs to the slaughter house-we still call it a chicken bus, or it should be written as a machine tool, which is too elegant. Point——From the four townships to the city, the heavy wheels are crushed on the red sandstone slabs, and the bearings of the car are pressed so that they let out a very harmonious and pleasant "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" babble?Even though it was a monotonous cry, it turned into a lullaby full of intensity at this moment!The hateful face of the teacher seems to leave the eyes, gradually getting farther and farther away, so far away that it looks like a figure at dusk; the sound of the ruler seems to leave the ears, gradually getting thinner, until it is like the sound of mosquitoes in early summer, and it will continue to be deduced until the end The realm of seeing and hearing.If it hadn't been quietly pushed awake by an older classmate sitting at the same table, it would have had to wait for the teacher's personal conquest and use Jie Fang to wake him up.

Although it was just a nap for a while, it was an addiction after all.Only then can the eyes of the husband be opened wide, and the voice of calling for the familiar book can be high and fast. It is not a thousand-character text or a dragon’s whip, but a piece of golden rapeseed flowers, green wheat seedlings, and a gulf of flowing water, surrounded by dense trees, within the courtyard wall, there are many graveyards with tile-roofed houses . It is still difficult to explain why the cemetery, which is about twenty miles away from the city, has such a big temptation for me, a child who grew up in the city!Recalling those years, I really think about it all the time, like a lover's lovesickness, especially when spring comes.

Studying in a private school, according to the rules, from early in the morning until the second watch, no rest is allowed, except for two meals in the morning and lunch, two school dismissals, and unstoppable urination and defecation; there are no holidays throughout the year, except Duanyang , Mid-Autumn Festival, three days off from school each, and half a month off during the New Year's Eve. Any important weddings, funerals, and birthday celebrations at home had to be delayed for quite a while.If you want to rest, you have to get sick.Isn't it hard to be sick?No, at least not when the book is not familiar rather than memorized.But illness is not easy. You just pray for it to take care of you, but it may not come.I have no choice but to pretend to be sick, to have a headache, to pretend to have a stomachache, and I can temporarily avoid the pain of studying, but I have to pretend to be suffering, lie on the bed, and sometimes have to eat some unpalatable bitter water, which is not good!After all, Ching Ming Festival is the best. Every year on this day, not only do I not study for three days, but I also have to go to the country cemetery for two nights.What a day!It's really more fun than New Year's Day, just wearing new clothes, eating good food, having fun, and having fun!How happy!Still can't tell.

I only remember sitting with my mother in a duck-covered sedan chair that was carried by two people, specially for going to the countryside. I had just walked out of the thick and high gate of the city, although there were still a few roads to walk. It is almost the same street in the city, so you can gradually see that the pavements on both sides are getting lower, smaller, and uglier, and you can also see that the pavements are getting thinner, revealing patches of fields, dusty roads, and clumps in the middle of the fields. The forest trees on the farm, but the very different smell that came into contact with the nose has already made me, a child who only goes out of the city a few times a year and is full of rural interests, feel in a trance.

what!The sky is so big!So wide and flat!Rapeseed flowers are so yellow and fragrant!The wheat is so green!The clear ditch water, so flowing!The flow is loud, and there are so many bamboo trees!On the far horizon, there is a mountain shadow across the horizon, how interesting!