Chapter 3 third quarter

There is one thing I will never forget.It was to get into an elementary school near my house, and I took a simple test that day.About 50 children came into the classroom and were seated at tables.On each table were half a dozen celluloid graphic blocks, ranging from squares to triangles to oddly shaped ones.A female teacher said: "Please assemble these figures into a big triangle!" When I saw it, I thought it was "so simple", and I immediately started to put it together.However, for some reason, they couldn't make a triangle.For a while, a corner of the square protruded from the hypotenuse of the triangle, and for a while, the base of the triangle was no longer a straight line.

The teacher said: "Those who have spelled it out can leave the classroom and go home!" After a while, the child who spelled out the triangle first stood up and walked out triumphantly.The kid in the seat in front of me also stood up, and I looked at this kid and thought, "I think I'm smarter than him, but... that's weird!" I can't figure it out, why can't I spell it out?Although I haven't done anything like this before, it's just putting five or six pieces together to form a triangle, and I can't!Finally, the kid next to me went out, and most of the kids were gone, but I wasn't done yet.I looked back, and the parents were standing in the hallway watching us, but now only my mother was left there.Mom looked at me worriedly from the glass window.I smiled and waved at my mother, and my mother waved to me too.I don't want my mother to worry, I don't want my mother to see that I am anxious.I concentrated on putting the pieces together again, but no matter how many times I tried it, it turned out to be an arrow, a Christmas tree, and never a triangle.Finally, I was the only one left in the huge classroom.I looked back again, my mother smiled and waved to me, I smiled too, and waved to my mother.It's really pitiful to think about it. A child who is only 5 years old is so unwilling to let his parents worry.I'm not afraid that my mother will think that I am a stupid child who can't do anything. I just don't want my mother to know that I am very ashamed and unwilling to do well.I want my mother to think I can actually do it right away, but pretend I can't for the fun of it.And, in fact I should be able to make it.

The female teacher finally came over and said: "Oh, you haven't spelled it out yet? Well, there's no need to spell it out." This is a very beautiful teacher.I whispered: "I'll try again." However, when I thought of the teacher standing aside and watching, the pattern I spelled out turned out to be even more bizarre.The teacher stood for a while, looked at his watch, and said: "Okay, let's stop here. It's ok, don't fight any more." The teacher's tone was very straightforward.I felt that what the teacher meant was "Anyway, no matter how long I wait for you, you can't do it."It's the same as saying "you're an incompetent child".I stood up sadly.When I came to school just now, I was so happy, but... Although I didn't cry, I really wanted to cry.I looked at my mother, and my mother waved to me. I ran to my mother and said:

"I can't spell a triangle." Mom said: "Even if I let my mother do it, I will definitely not be able to spell it out." I took my mother's hand and walked down the corridor and out of the school.It was already dark outside. "Can't I get into this school?" Listening to my question, my mother replied: "What will happen? Can you still enter?" I was thinking as I walked, I really hope to see those celluloid blocks of various shapes can be turned into a neat triangle! "If the teacher came to spell it, he would probably finish it right away!" It would be great if the teacher was willing to spell it for me.I wasn't a competitive kid and I didn't think I was smart.However, what everyone can do, why can't I just do it?This baffles me.Moreover, the teacher's words "don't fight anymore" are still echoing in my ears.Originally, I was always said to have "forgot the word 'reflection' in my mother's belly", but what happened that day shocked me deeply and I had to reflect on it.

I went home and only spoke my heart to my good friend, the collie, Rocky. "It's so strange! I'm the only one who can't do such a simple thing! Maybe, I put some wrong graphics in the pile of tiles by mistake? But, if it's wrong, the teacher should be able to do it." See!" I think Loki listened to me carefully and understood me.Because Rocky has been licking my hand gently, as if to say: "It's okay! You are a smart kid!" Later, when I got the first report card after school, I was also the first to quietly show it to Rocky. Base look.This is because, I think Rocky will definitely be happy for me.From this point of view, although children are much more sensible than adults think, they will suddenly do some inexplicable things, such as pouring out their troubles to dogs.However, it is unknown whether the dog will really understand!At least I got comfort from Loki. After a good night's sleep, I almost forgot about yesterday's events.From the second day onwards, I was back in Kindergarten again, though it was true that I was a little softer than I used to be when I yelled "Goodbye Triangle".

When I write these words, I feel that what I thought when I was 5 years old is not much different from what I think now.If anything, I can now go up to the girl with the red cane and say, "I'm so glad to meet you!" Mom and Dad cry together... However, in order to be able to do this, it took me 60 years!One of my favorite German writers, Alley Kestner, said: "It's important to keep in touch with your own childhood, which hasn't been broken and won't be broken. We know that adults and children are the same people, but we also feel a sense of the unthinkable. novel."

This sentence inspired me to keep writing.