Primary school is one of the most beautiful stages in my memory.

In the harsh winter, under the heavy snow like goose feathers, before dawn, he carried his schoolbag and carried his own firewood and oil bag to the class to make a fire. The task of lighting a fire is one person a day, and some lesbian students are not good at fire, and their families will come to the school to help them. In order to prove my strength, even if the process of lighting a fire is sometimes difficult, I still bite the bullet and say to my mother: I can do it!

Some classmates have long rumored that the classroom we sit in used to be a grave, and at night, ghosts often appear in the classroom. When I heard this kind of rumor, I couldn't help but shudder a little.

I was the first student to arrive at the school and I took the key to open our classroom door. In order to verify whether there was a ghost or not, I deliberately stopped at the door for a few minutes, and I waited for some bull ghost snake god to appear in the classroom. After a while, the classroom was still so quiet, so my heart suddenly felt much more relaxed.

In the midst of a burst of smoke and fire, the lingering flames glittered in the stove, and I prayed like a priest for the fire to grow stronger. I crawled on the ground, blew the big hole under the stove with my mouth, and got my mouth full of ash, and I fanned hard with a broomstick, trying every way to make the stove burn.

If you don't pay attention, the sky is already bright. A classmate had already come to the class, and he came to me with his ears covered and asked me with a smile: "You came so early, did you make this fire yourself?"

I happily replied, "Well, I gave birth to it myself, I didn't bother a little, I just got it all at once!"

There was a very naughty classmate in our class, who was a distant uncle of mine. Even though we weren't much of a year apart, he often flaunted to me that I was his nephew, but I was actually his distant nephew. He knows a lot of things, and he knows a lot of things. Some of the mess was brought by him!

This uncle of mine is the manipulator of all the bad things in the class, and he is the one who plans to bully the teacher.

We had an honest teacher who gave us nature lessons. As he came out of his dormitory and walked in the direction of our classroom, my uncle jumped up and shouted to the class, "The bad devil is coming!"

My uncle ran to the lectern and hid the blackboard under the table, and then said to us, "When the teacher asks, you say you don't know!" and swayed back to his seat with a hippie smile.

The moment the nature teacher stepped into the class, all the noise came to an abrupt end.

We held back the excitement and arrogance just now, and waited for the nature teacher to come out to the ocean.

As soon as the nature teacher saw all kinds of insulting words scribbled on the blackboard, he began to look for the blackboard eraser. I searched for most of the day, but I didn't find it.

He asked, "Where did the blackboard erase go?"

None of us dared to speak, only my uncle giggled there.

The teacher quickly rushed down from the podium and went straight to his uncle's desk.

"Bad ghost! Zheng Dongdong, what are you going to do with the blackboard?"

The uncle pretended to have a very innocent expression and stammered and replied, "I, I, I, I didn't see you!" He was born with a little stammer, and sometimes he couldn't speak directly when he was nervous.

"I'm not a good thing for you bad guys!" you say, what about the blackboard eraser?" the nature teacher pointed at Fuping next to him.

Fu Ping replied to the teacher's direct question: "Zheng Dongdong's hidden, I don't know!"

The uncle was in a hurry, and he stammered to the teacher: "Old, old, old! Teacher, I didn't hide!"

The teacher looked like he was about to make a move, and he said to his uncle: "Hurry up and find it out for me, or if I punch down, you will fly!"

The uncle ran up to find the blackboard eraser in a happy mood, and the teacher ordered below, "I'll wipe you badge!"

The teacher walked back and forth in the middle of the desk, and then his expression became very vicious, and he began to tell us the story of his past, which he was said to tell every once in a while.

"I'll tell you, don't look at me so docile and kind now, if time goes back ten years, you will be scared when you see me! Ten years ago, when I was a teacher in the town, a classmate was disobedient and always bullied me, so I brought it up and slapped me twice!" When the teacher said this, his expression became even more vicious and he became gritted his teeth.

He continued: "After a slap down, that classmate immediately shed three drops of blood!"

The teacher glanced at everyone in the class, perhaps observing the effect of the story.

"Zheng Dongdong, you say, do you believe it?" the teacher asked.

Uncle said with a hippie smile: "I believe it!"

As he spoke, a burning smell permeated the classroom. The teacher came to the stove and saw that there were several steaming potatoes in the stove.

He lowered his head and pounded the artichoke out, and he said, "Whose artichoke is this?"

Seeing that no one answered, the teacher began to peel the artichoke skin, and after peeling it, he ate the hot artichoke one bite at a time. After eating, he smiled and said to us, "This artichoke is really delicious when roasted like this!

My uncle's heart was crying, because the artichoke was roasted by him, and who knew that the teacher didn't even have a leftover to eat.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, the teacher just walked out of the classroom. My uncle stood up and shouted, "Bad devil!"

The teacher immediately folded back, pushed open the door and asked, "Who was it just now?"

We replied in unison: "Zheng Dongdong"

The teacher said: "Zheng Dongdong, you will act, one day let you see how three drops of blood are rising!"

After saying that, the teacher turned around and left again, and the uncle shouted and danced again.

One day, my uncle got a new technology out of nowhere, and he asked me to wear it in my ears. As soon as I put it on, he suddenly snorted and almost deafened my ears.

I took off my headphones and asked, "Why is this so loud?"

He stammered, "This, this is called a hearing aid! My dad brought it from the city!"

Whether it was summer or winter, my uncle and I gathered around a concrete platform in front of the teacher's dormitory, holding a homemade table tennis racket to rob the case. My uncle ran very fast, and as soon as the bell rang for the end of class, he rushed out to settle the case for us.

Later, my uncle got a good table tennis racket, which his father also bought from the city. We took turns feeling the beauty of the new racket and leaving a hearty laugh on campus.

It's been more than ten years since that nature class, and the nature teacher has never seen it again, and he must have been an old man with gray temples. The table tennis table, full of memories, has long been replaced by a garden. The campus, which was full of memories, was also idle.

A few years ago, when I stepped into that campus again, everything changed. Only the middle school classroom, which is still firmly located in the middle of the campus, can still find a little memory from it.....