The age of six is the age at which school begins to receive education, and the school is in the east of the town, some distance from home. Before going to school, my mother found me a teacher to make up for the lessons, and when I was taken there, I was stupid and stupid, and the teacher was a woman, dressed very beautifully, with a very gentle face, and the hair of the shawl was very straight and smooth. Learn a little bit every day, and the teacher's voice is very gentle, which makes people quiet and attractive. In fact, I didn't learn anything, just complementing pinyin and simple mathematics, after all, during that time in my hometown, I was at the level of duck eggs and ducks, and I didn't learn anything. I like the feeling of the young teacher very much, soft and intoxicating, so much so that I look forward to being able to follow her every day. Children pay little attention to their appearance, clothing, etc. But when I cared about the eyes of others, I would see myself, and I was very dark, how dark I was, like an African, and my whole head was dark and shiny in the sun. The dress is not fashionable, or rather not beautiful, the jeans are wrinkled on the body, and the head is flat and rustic. So much so that he sat in front of the teacher and couldn't raise his head. The fun went by quickly, and I don't remember what I learned in the make-up class, and then it was over.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for school, and unfortunately I was not assigned to that teacher's class. I was in the first grade class of primary school in the mining area, and my homeroom teacher taught mathematics, with a triangular line of pointed points under my face and a beard under my nose, and my name was Zhao Xiaoping. The homeroom teacher has a witty personality and loves to tease his students. There are a total of 30 children in the class, and the seating arrangement is 5 horizontal and 6 vertical. Each row is a group, and the seating order of each group is indefinite, and each exam is arranged according to the group ranking. So we change seats a lot. The children's academic performance is very good, and I always score about 95 in mathematics, but I usually sit in the fourth position, and the best one is to sit in the second row, and I have never done the first row.

I get up early every day to go to school, except for my mother at the beginning, and then I go by myself. On the way to school, I happened to pass by a child in the same class, so when I went to school, I called him. The child's name is Zhao Huiyou, because he is fat, we all call him Zhao Xiaopang. I remember one time when I went to his house to call him to go to school, he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and her mother saw me coming and called him: "Youyou, your classmates came to call you to go to school together, come and drink the egg soup." "Said to be egg soup is actually to beat the eggs in a bowl and then use boiling water to boil, I looked at the bowl of egg soup with some sesame oil floating on it, the mouth is not too comfortable, I think this thing is oily I can't drink, and every time I drink the egg soup that my mother brewed for me, I will feel that the washed egg is stuck in my throat and can't swallow and can't come out, and the sesame oil is very pungent, every time I drink it is like taking medicine. But Chubby obviously doesn't have my kind of situation, he drinks very quickly, and he still looks like he can't get enough after drinking. I guess that's why he's getting fat.

On the way to school, we have to cross the creek, cross the bridge over the creek, to the north is a dirt road that is not wide, there are several fish ponds on the side of the road, there is a lot of dust on the road, and there is a very nightshade growing on the side of the road, we don't know what it is called, only that the black fruit balls on it are very delicious and sweet. In late summer and early autumn, we walked on our way to school looking for some small fruits to eat. The trail ends up on the main street in the town and goes uphill to the east, past two residential areas before arriving at our school. The residential area to the south is a unit building, and the north side is a two-story row of tiled houses.

There are 4 classes in the morning, and in the second period, the school organizes recess exercises, because if you get up early, your children will be hungry in the south, and many parents will send their children some food supplements through the gate. My house is a bit far away, and my mother sometimes sends it, and most of the time I bring my own food to eat between classes.

The teaching in the primary school in the mining area is still very good, but there is more homework left. I have to write for a long time every day after school, and if I don't finish it, the teacher will criticize it in front of the whole class the next day, and it's really embarrassing when I criticize. Sometimes the teacher will assign some other homework, I remember one time, the teacher asked me to go home and fold something or make something with paper, I won't, I was so anxious that I was going to cry. My mother couldn't comfort me, and in the end, the big sister of the next-door neighbor helped me make a flower basket. When I went to school the next day, I was very careful to put the flower basket in my school bag, and I didn't feel comfortable taking it out on the way to look at it, but because of my clumsiness, I didn't know how to break it. I was at a loss, and I couldn't fold it back, so I had no choice but to put it back in my bag like that. On the way, I was always very nervous, and when I went to the school teacher to check on me, my heart was beating nervously, looking at the other children, curious about how they did it. The teacher didn't say anything, nor did he criticize, but I saw that some children actually folded paper airplanes, is this okay? I can only say that I am too nervous, so stupid.

Sometimes you can't finish your homework because you're playful, so you always have to find a way to check it. But in general, there is no way but to wait for criticism. However, sometimes I can't finish my homework because of physical illness or other things at home, but my heart is much more steady. According to the truth, I told the teacher that during the recess exercise, the students went to exercise early, and they would be left by the teacher to make up for their homework. When there is only me in the classroom, it feels so quiet, there are no other students, no teachers, I am in a good mood, and of course the homework has to be completed.

It may be because of the sequelae of the last fever, or it may be because of the body's poor resistance when I was a child. In the early winter of school, I caught a cold. After watching it for a long time, my father took me to the mining hospital for treatment. The doctor said that because the inflammation in the body is relatively heavy, penicillin needs to be given. When you get penicillin, you will try the needle first, and put a little bit on your wrist, it hurts. When there is no response, it will be spanked in the ass, and wow, that thing really hurts. Every time I finished the beating, I had to stay in the ward for a while before I could go out, my whole leg hurt and I couldn't move, and my butt was directly unconscious. Walking out of the hospital building and on the steps of the hospital square, I still have to stop, sit on the stone to rest and rest, and when I rest, sit on half of my buttocks, and the butt that is injected does not dare to press directly. When I went back after resting, my legs were all limp. At the beginning, my father took me there, because my father had to go to work, and the last time I went by myself, because I had two experiences, I was also immune, and the sequelae were not so bad at the beginning, in short, I couldn't go and rest more. The injection was in the morning, and the last time I went after the second class, I asked the teacher for leave, and the other students went to do morning exercises, and I took the teacher's note for the doorman to see and went to the hospital myself. Walking out of the school gate, I felt the same mood, looking at the street pedestrians and roadside buildings, I felt a little ethereal, and the tension and oppression in the school were all gone. The hospital was in the westernmost part of the town, and the school was in the easternmost part of the town, and I would wander around for a long time, looking at the shops, passing by many pedestrians, not paying attention to a child walking on his own, and I did look at all of this. After the injection, I went back to class for a while.