Memory of the past

A person's life begins with birth and ends with a handful of yellow sand. This life is long, but it's actually quite short. Speaking of short, it's quite long. Take a person living for 80 years, from 80 to 29,200 days.

When I was a child, I went to primary school in the village. I don't know what study is, but I know I won't be trained by adults after I pass the exam. My favorite is physical education class. The playground is land, unlike the plastic track now. Running every morning in the morning exercise, sparse teams can't run together. The teacher will let us keep running. Other classes are embarrassed, and girls have self-esteem. When others laugh, they will call the boys in the class to run well. Later, June 1 day.

Ten minutes between classes is also precious. In summer, girls like to play games, such as catching stones, turning flowers, jumping rubber bands and punching sandbags. At that time, there were no mobile phones, so boys played on the parallel bars (pupils could be shorter) and threw four squares. As soon as the bell rang, they began to play the game of recess in pairs or in groups of three.

My favorite teachers at that time were our head teacher and music teacher. He is a male teacher who speaks humorously and teaches us Chinese and music. My favorite class is also Chinese. He tells the text with rich voice and emotion, so we can easily immerse ourselves in the content of the text, as if we were there. Music class, rural hardware charity is not good, the teacher bought a flute to teach us music score and play the flute in class. Although it is not as good as a celebrity, it is so good in our eyes that when we grow up, we occasionally think of the teacher.

For every child, vacation is the most anticipated thing. I remember when I was a child, before the summer vacation, when the wheat planted at home was ripe, the school gave us a busy holiday and asked us to go home to help collect the wheat. There is basically no so-called busy vacation now.

The summer vacation lasts two months. Every summer vacation, we will go to the Woods to catch cicadas with friends in the village at night. There will be quite a few cicadas. Everyone has a flashlight and a bottle. When they catch cicadas, they will put them in bottles. Some people will harvest them. We usually eat it ourselves and don't sell it to others. Later, when we grew up, we left the village to live, and the friends in the village got married and had children, and slowly lost contact.

During the winter vacation, I like to snow, make a snowman and have a snowball fight, which is definitely necessary, and then I look forward to the New Year. Years ago, adults would buy new year's goods, buy new clothes, steam steamed buns and kill chickens and fish. Not only the children are greedy, but also the cats at home. They visit relatives during the Spring Festival, and few people know them. However, it is a smooth thing for people to give them red envelopes and call them aunts and nuns. Then they will have a good meal, go home with adults when they are full, and then compare clothes with friends in the village. Until the Lantern Festival, they will sign up for school after eating jiaozi.

Every year, I never feel that time passes quickly. Later, I transferred to Xinjiang to study, and when I came back, things had changed. All my friends in the village went to the new school, so I learned less. The primary school in the village has also become a kindergarten. At most, in the second grade. Nowadays, children have mobile phones, playing online games and wearing some glasses.

It is an extravagant hope to abandon the prosperity of the world and return to the old times. We can only think of it occasionally in our memories. At that time, we were really happy.