My alma mater is the cradle of my prose.

Time flies, like a white horse flying by, the years go by, and the temples are gray. Those past years are vivid in my mind, especially in primary schools. That wonderful time has been deeply hidden in my memory, and I often climb my brow inadvertently. When I was sleeping with my classmates, I was so naive and so close to my brother and sister that I was puzzled to play.

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On the long road of life, there are always many times that you can't forget, people and things in time. That life course will never be forgotten. We passed a post office. No matter how wantonly the river of time washes away, she is still deeply embedded in your mind, because there, we left a series of deep and shallow life footprints.

In life, childhood memories should be the most profound. Everyone is born with a blank mind, and what is drawn first is the most impressive and will never be erased. In my memory, what impressed me the most was my mother's kind face, little by little affectionate maternal love and fatherly love. Primary schools also have a lot of interesting campus life.

Although I have been away from school for more than 50 years, the beautiful school, kind teachers and close classmates are always wandering in my dreams, still so clear and happy. After waking up, just like a movie film, it is replayed in my mind over and over again, and it is difficult to calm down for a long time.

My alma mater, located in a small market town at the junction of three counties, was told by old people that the school used to be an ancient temple, with flourishing incense and numerous pilgrims, making this market town the most lively place among the four townships and eight castles. After liberation, this temple became the only complete primary school in Fiona Fang.

At that time, children living in poor rural areas were not as blessed as children now. Today's children are trapped in a happy nest as soon as they are born. Every family has televisions, computers, children's books and all kinds of high-tech and exquisite electronic toys. They received a good education from babbling and learned a lot of truth and knowledge at an early age. At that time, rural people were generally illiterate. Our parents are illiterate and rude. All they know is that they can go to heaven with their heads up and plant food to support their families. They have no idea how to educate their children. When they are old enough to go to school, they know nothing.

I told you not to joke! I remember the first day I signed up, I made a joke, but now I still can't help laughing at myself!

On the first day of registration, my mother asked my sister next door to take me to register. She should be in the sixth grade. My sister took my hand and walked into the school gate. My sister went directly to the Academic Affairs Office, and I dare not hold her hand quietly. The director of the guidance office told her sister that their former class teacher had been transferred, and the class name was going to find the new class teacher, Mr. Zhu. I was very puzzled and worried after listening to it.

My sister signed up for herself first, and then went to the freshman registration office to sign up for me. I tugged at my sister's clothes and she bent down. I attached it to my sister's ear and said, "Sister, why did you hang up the teacher?" Will it kill the teacher? "

My sister suddenly smiled while covering her mouth and said, "My silly little sister! That's not what you think, hanging around the teacher's neck with a rope That's because the superior came down and informed him to transfer the teacher to that new school. The teacher took the notice and went by himself. How could he die! " My sister explained it for a long time, but I was still at a loss.

On the day of school, I happily put on my mother's new clothes and carried my mother's new purple schoolbag. Sister moves the high stool, and I move the small stool. My sister sent me to the first grade classroom. The teacher began to rank, because I was young, and the teacher ranked me in the first row. From that day on, I started my childhood and my six-year primary school career. I am so excited! There is no language list.

Our head teacher is a male teacher, surnamed Liu, named Liu Qingzhi, who is very kind. As soon as the bell rang, all the students put their hands behind their backs and sat upright, looking ignorant and waiting for the teacher attentively. The teacher called the roll, pointed to each student, stared at them kindly for a while, and then asked the students to stand up and walk so that everyone could get to know each other.

Naive children always have a mysterious feeling when they see their teachers. They are especially obedient in front of the teacher, and every word of the teacher is like an imperial edict.

When class is over, my sister always comes to see me in front of our classroom until she is familiar with the teachers and classmates. Whenever I have time, I usually look around with my classmates. I am familiar with the school environment. We looked at everything in the school in ignorance and felt so fresh.

The school is really beautiful. On the right, there is a noisy market. Downstairs of the school gate, there is a jujube-red wooden door. On each side of the door frame, there is a round wooden doorpost carved with dragons and phoenixes. The texture is delicate and elegant. Outside the doorpost, two blue stone lions, with their big mouths open, are mighty and magnificent, holding their heads high and looking far away. The courtyard is antique and magnificent. Rows of blue brick houses are teachers of all grades, and the main hall in the middle is the guidance office. Although it is an ancient temple, it still looks classical and elegant in constant repair. There are many coopers in the yard. Despite the vicissitudes of time, it is still lush, shining and heroic under the sunshine. The lush pine trees are layered on top of each other, like blue waves, vigorous and majestic, revealing a strong aura.

There is a winding river in front of the school. The river is clear and flowing, and the fish chase and play in groups of three and five, causing ripples. The willows by the river are lush under the sunshine, and with the graceful posture swaying by the breeze, they float on the pedestrians on the road from time to time. Long branches are reflected in the clear water, and the shadows of trees are swaying. The grass and wild chrysanthemums on the shore are dazzling and varied. This small bridge is made of two blue stone slabs. Although it has gone through many vicissitudes, it still carries the pace of our growth with its strong body.

At that time, rural life was very poor, lacking in materials and backward in economy. The children's learning environment and life are very difficult. Especially in those years, the winter in the Central Plains was particularly cold. However, regardless of the cold in winter and summer, wind, frost, rain and snow, no matter how far away, children insist on going to school and cherish learning opportunities. Few people can afford umbrellas and rain boots in rainy weather in summer. Most of the students are wearing hoodies and sacks, and the clothes are soaked and then warm and dry. The whole classroom is barefoot. In cold winter, there is no heating equipment. When the teacher turned to write on the blackboard, there was a bang in the classroom. Every child's little face and hands are red and swollen with cold, and even fester. When writing, they are lonely and powerless, and even the teacher's hands are often too cold to hold the chalk. In order to prevent students from freezing their feet, the teacher called on students to make a feather key, kick shuttlecock and jump rope after class. Under that difficult condition, students study hard to realize their lofty ideals.

In the youth of cardamom, students' thoughts are simple and kind, and there is no intrigue. Like brothers and sisters, classmates care for each other, take care of each other and respect teachers. Teachers care for their students, just like their elders care for their children, and patiently impart knowledge.

When I was a child, I liked singing, so xu teacher and xu teacher, the best music teachers, not only sang well, but also played the piano well. They grew more beautiful, with slender willow branches, pink oval face, big talking eyes and two braids dragging at the hem of their clothes. They began to hire Tingting, always so gentle and amiable. I always like to snuggle up to xu teacher, watch her play the piano and listen to her sing. Later, xu teacher was transferred, and I secretly cried.

Because the country was poor at that time, there was no big playground or sports equipment in the school. It happened that there was a deep narrow trench behind the school. During recess and outdoor activities, the teacher took the students to play freely on the wall, climbing up and down, and many boys climbed up the wall and sat on it and slipped out. Some accidentally ground a big hole in their trousers, covered their buttocks shyly, and some even fell down and scratched their skin.

By the sixth grade, we had a young head teacher, Miss Li. She was a substitute teacher, thin, handsome and a very handsome and modest gentleman. He works hard, is strict with students and has high requirements for teaching quality. Because there were few public middle schools in China at that time, the relative enrollment rate was a severe test for every school. In order to improve the enrollment rate, Miss Li has worked hard and racked her brains.

In order to enter junior high school smoothly, the students worked tirelessly day and night. In hot summer, there are no lights and no fans. In the final sprint stage, every night, except for students with better conditions, you can play a lantern. All the other students put an old pen cap in the middle of a small copper coin with an ink bottle, and then screwed the pen cap on the wire to make a kerosene lamp. Male students suspected that the classroom was sultry and afraid that the oil lamp would be blown out by the wind outside, so they dug a small hole in the Tuzhai wall behind the school and put the kerosene lamp in it. Because the light is too small, in order to read clearly, they have to be naked, curled up, endured mosquito bites, half lying or half lying on the slope, reading and writing, flashing and swaying like a ghost fire on that dark night. Female students are in the classroom, guarding their own kerosene lamps, writing and reading constantly. Like his classmates, Mr. Li stayed up almost all night and kept visiting his students in the classroom and on the wall. Care about students' physical and mental health and urge us to go to bed early. By the next morning, everyone's faces were painted with putty, and their noses and eyes were black.

I still remember the most interesting thing, that is, in the second half of the sixth grade, the teacher visited every village in order to let parents manage their students' diet. When the teacher came to my house that day, my sister next door who took me to school as a child was also there. The two of them looked at each other by chance, and at that moment, the spark of love struck. My sister admires the teacher's gentleness and elegance, and the teacher values her as beautiful as flowers and jade and dignified appearance.

At that time, there were no buses in the countryside. When it was time for the senior high school entrance examination, Mr. Li took us more than 50 miles to Fangcheng No.2 Middle School and kept telling us questions all the way. Before going to the examination room, the hearts of teachers and classmates were in their throats. The teacher told us again and again in a trembling voice for fear of making mistakes accidentally. Thanks to the efforts of teachers and classmates, our school ranked among the best in the county in the senior high school entrance examination that year.

Although more than 50 years have passed, I have not forgotten that my alma mater, my cradle, gave me enlightenment education, which was a melting pot to temper my growth. She taught me what knowledge is and how to be a man. My alma mater is a place I will always miss. I miss my kind teachers and my brothers and sisters!

The mountain is high and the road is far, only those beautiful memories can bloom like flowers in in my heart forever!