classroom

Every afternoon after the second class, there is a big recess......

And every Monday between classes is used for cleaning, referred to as "big cleaning"!

On this day,

Everyone was busy in their assigned positions, and the health commissioner placed me in the window cleaning group, and it was a few more "tricky" girls.

But no one wiped it, they threw the cloth to me, "You've been in the class for so many days, it's time to do something for the class" raised an ugly face, talking and laughing away.

"Looking forward to every big recess......" I remember how one of the lyrics was sung, but I really couldn't look forward to it.

……

I picked up a bunch of glass wiping cloths, "Isn't it just a glass wipe, what's the big deal?" ”

I found out that I was wrong, cleaning the glass is the hardest, it is easy to wipe the flowers if I am not careful, I dragged my little body, climbed up the window, squatted there, and wiped the window little by little. Maybe every cleaning day in the future, this piece of glass will be contracted by me!

At that time, I didn't think about it that much, just quietly wiped the glass, and I seemed to have become the target of bullying by everyone, whether it was a boy or a girl......

I forgot that my sister existed, we were in the same class, but she didn't seem to know about these things, and she made new friends. After all, we just walk together in class and after class, and the rest of the time we stay in our seats, and when we are at school, we don't communicate too much.

I don't know why this happened, maybe it's been a long time, and I can't remember it clearly......

I remember that a few days after we changed schools, another female classmate came in, she had a good figure, she was also very beautiful, and she was also learning to dance, and she was treated very differently from us when she first came. Many boys and girls are willing to take the initiative to be friends with her, but then ......

After her classmates found out that her family was very poor, no one paid attention to her anymore, and some people even said unreasonably that this female classmate had deceived everyone and said that her family was very rich.

But, in my consciousness, she never seemed to say that her family was rich, obviously they guessed it themselves.

Public opinion, the terrible nature of rumor-mongering.

Therefore, now I will not easily comment on a person, whether it is a star or the people around me, they are all an independent individual, if you don't understand, it's better to be quiet and be yourself!

Later, me, my sister, her, and the three of us relied on each other to form our own small group.

At this time, a boy walked up to me and handed me a blackboard eraser, "You go and wipe the blackboard, I'll clean the glass." ”

I took the eraser and whispered "thank you"!

Leave.

When I wiped the blackboard, I was too small to reach the upper part of the blackboard, so I tried to put my feet on the ground, but to no avail.

I can't seem to do anything.

Then, the male classmate came over and picked up the blackboard to erase, "I'll come, you go wash your hands." ”

I ran outside to the sink, and finally someone didn't hate me and was willing to help me.

Happy.

But I never seemed to have spoken to this male classmate, and to be honest, I was so badly blind that I still didn't remember the whole class.

Maybe he just likes to be helpful.

In fact, there will be all kinds of people in every class, and you can't generalize about everything. There are those who specialize in finding faults, and there are also those who are enthusiastic gentlemen...... The figurative image is nothing more than a hodgepodge, with everything and not knowing each other very well! Occasionally, a rat poop is mixed in, and no one will notice it......

Although getting together is fate, only a small number of people in Tiannan and Haibei can become classmates, which is also a kind of fate.

However, I don't like this kind of gathering.

Am I born to look like a bully? It was as if they had an enmity with me.

There are "scumbags" in front of me who snatched my books.

Next to him, a cowardly and timid tablemate.

A scheming girl who loves to make small reports and thinks she is very smart!

That's how people surround me......

Every time I was in science class, the female classmate who made a small report, for the first time, borrowed a book from the next door for me in order to show off in front of the teacher, and later, every time, I pretended to have forgotten, however, I was criticized again......

I still have the most reliable myself, and I can't count on anyone, but later I found out that there was a person in the third class who came from the same place as me, and she was the daughter of my father's friend, and we only met once. It seems that it was only after listening to her father's account that my parents sent my sister and me to this elementary school.

Although I didn't know her, I only knew her...... We were in the same grade, and the teachers were the same, so I was relieved to borrow her books, and when the girl wanted to sue again, she was speechless.

However, after thinking about it, it seems that I am the real victim of the whole thing, so why should I pay in the end?

And everyone subconsciously thought that I stole his books......

I can't afford to accept this kind of classmateism.

Language lessons.

When the teacher sent me the freshly baked exam papers, I remember that I had scored more than 50 points......

After all, the education systems in the South and the North are different, and the textbooks are very different, not to mention the test questions.

This is the first midterm exam.

I took the roll, and before I could take a second look, I was snatched away by my hateful tablemate, and held up my roll, "Teacher, she didn't pass!" At the same time, there was a sneering look from the front.

The teacher looked at me fixedly, and I silently lowered my head! Originally, she didn't have a good impression of me, but she seized the opportunity......

She stepped off the podium, picked up my paper, and flipped left and right, "Yo, look at your typo, I can't even read this composition!" is also a new transfer, why are people's grades so good, find out the reason yourself. "A wave of cool words from the head teacher, why is he so snobbish? It's just because we didn't make up lessons with her, targeting everywhere, and our eyes are low.

I really didn't fail, and the psychology of primary school students at that time was very strong, especially like to compare and sue. But then again, I'm at the same table, timid as a mouse, crying more than me, and I'm also the target of bullying by my classmates.

However, I was bullied by him......

Look! The villain is ambitious, bullying the good and fearing the evil!

"Students who don't pass the paper, copy the paper ten times!" Specifically me.

In this way, every day when I came home, I silently copied the papers, pretending that I was doing my homework. But my sister was very uncooperative, she finished her homework early and went to sleep, and I was still working hard, saying that I was very slow to write my homework......

In the eyes of my parents, I write slower in the same class and the same homework, but if I write my homework slowly, it means that I am not good at studying, and it means that I am not good at studying......

Inexplicable theory,

However, when I was in my hometown, I really didn't study as well as my sister.

So, I didn't dare to let my parents know anything, otherwise I would be scolded again.

At home, I was the most inconspicuous, and at school, I was the most vulnerable to being bullied. Because of this, my childhood turned from joyful to gloomy......

So, a week, two weeks...... In the past, the teacher seemed to have forgotten about it, and no one in the class mentioned it, and I began to wonder ⊙∀⊙? Am I the only one who failed the grade? How could it be.

Stupid!

There are many people who have failed, but no one has copied it at all, I don't know if this is simple or stupid!

My daily life is to go to class, be bullied, cry from time to time, because I didn't know how to fight back at that time, as soon as I opened my mouth, it was my hometown dialect, and all I got was ridicule.

Not speaking was my last compromise.

I don't understand why there is so much "intrigue" between children. Although they are all small things, they are also children, why don't they empathize when they bully others?

Shouldn't childhood be simple, simple and happy?

Do you have to drive people to a dead end? But fortunately, I didn't particularly understand interpersonal relationships and ways of dealing with the world at that time. I just thought that I just didn't want to provoke them, and later, outside the school, whenever I saw someone familiar, I immediately lowered my head and silently said "I can't see me, I can't see my ......"

Habits are indeed formed from childhood, whether they are good or bad. I gradually began to dare not look into other people's eyes, raise my head, and communicate too much with others......

What you do is destroying a child's heart. Although they were all small things, they became my eternal nightmares......

I was so ignorant and stumbled through a semester, and before the holidays, I received an earth-shattering news.

The school is closed!

There really is nothing more joyful than this!

When I was still thinking about how to spend sixth grade, the school finally closed, and God still favored me.

final

We don't know what the meaning of this final exam is, is it to go through a formality? Everyone let go of themselves, fearlessly took out the textbooks, copied what should be copied, wrote what should be written, and even some people directly handed in the blank papers, and after handing in the papers, they went their separate ways, who cares how many points you scored in this test.

But the story of this school is not over......

After handing in the papers, the students all went to the office to get a certificate of transfer, and we were assigned to each elementary school, and it is said that the schools are distributed according to your area, and they are divided according to distance.

I looked at the certificate in my hand, and finally it was a regular elementary school, and I hoped that this new school would not encounter such people again.

In the end, the head teacher even did something, probably in order to "retaliate" against us, changed my sister's information, changed the running school to live in the school, and changed the address to a place we didn't know, and finally assigned my sister to a very far elementary school, although it is also a public school, but we have never heard of it.

After inquiring, it is said that it is very far away, and it is a school specially arranged for boarding students......

When we asked the head teacher, she only said that she had written the wrong message. The school doesn't care about these things, after all, they all have to go their own way, and no one wants to take this responsibility.

emmmm……

I guess the reason for the closure of this school is obvious!

Later, after some twists and turns, I also went through some connections, and spent a lot of money and energy. I changed my sister's information, and in the end we were still in an elementary school.

Later, when I passed by this school, it was already a pig farm!

The mood was relieved......

Finally, I left this place.

……

Summer 2010

holiday

One morning, the sleepy earth had just woken up, and last night, the continuous light rain continued.

Sleeping and my father, who rarely gets up early to go out to buy groceries, pushed open the door and saw a puppy that was wet in the heavy rain. Poor lying at the door of our house. The rain has no intention of stopping.

When Dad came back from shopping, it was still in place, its eager eyes, its thin body, and trembling.

"Look, there's a puppy at the door." Or did I go out and see it first.

It's so cute!

My sister and brother all rushed out, and this is the only common hobby between the three of us!

Originally, we thought it was someone else's lost dog, so we brought it in first, so as not to be baptized by the rainstorm again!

But when it was brought into the house, it was still shivering, and it seemed to be very timid, lying on its stomach, motionless. While I was drying it off with a towel, it slowly ran under the bed and disappeared!

……

A few days later, just when we thought it had slipped away, a lively puppy appeared in front of us and wagged its tail happily at us.

A hundred times more energetic, there is no appearance of illness at all.

I wondered, did it run under the bed and cultivate by itself? Why is it that in just a few days, without eating, drinking, or moving, it is completely fine? There is not a trace of discomfort. Could it be that it made some mistake when it was in the heavenly realm, and then went down to the mortal realm? And then it really brings us wealth or luck.

It seems that so many TV series have not been watched in vain......

The brain hole is still quite big.

If you think about it carefully, maybe it was abandoned by its original owner and had nowhere to go, otherwise why didn't anyone come to look for it for so many days? And if we let it out, it will still run in on its own, as if this is its haven.

So, it was adopted by us.

When it first entered our house, it cowered, did not dare to move, after grooming it, became a live little milk dog, although it is a small earth dog, but it is full of golden hair, and the head is composed of white hair in the shape of a heart, so far the memory is particularly deep!

It's special.

Except for Mom, who doesn't like dogs, it's still very pampered with everyone else.

Dad called it "Caicai" because he thought that when it came to our house, it brought wealth. Dad is the kind of fantasist who buys a lottery ticket and thinks he can win millions at any time.

And I call it "Caicai" because I think it's very talented, very smart, and very cute.

And so we added a new member to our family, and it was the first dog I've ever had here.

Holiday life is uneventful,

It's nothing more than eating, sleeping, and sleeping, and there is no holiday homework.

"Collect your hair, grow your hair, collect your old mobile phone, change your mobile phone for a pot or scissors for a kitchen knife......" The familiar cry of selling, it turns out that every place is the same, there are hair collectors and old mobile phones.

I still remember when I was a child, I was both happy and scared to hear this voice.

I am happy because my hair can be sold for money, and I can make money! I was scared because I immediately regretted it after buying my hair.

Childhood

Still familiar with the clamour, I made a great decision that day, I decided to sell my long black hair......

Then grandma called the aunt who collected her hair to the house, why didn't she stop me from being impulsive, alas~

The past is unbearable......

The aunt took out a large pair of scissors from her bag, and I looked a little scared,

From time to time, I said, "Cut less, cut less......" for fear that she would cut me bald, but my appeal was of no avail.

"Click!" There was a crunch, and with the sound of my heart breaking, my hair also left me, which was literally cut against my scalp, just a few millimeters.........

And then he said that everyone sells hair like this, and it must be cut to the top of the head, otherwise it will not be collected.

Obviously fooled me, and just like that, she took away my long hair that I had kept for a few years, and I was a boy for a few years.

The path you choose will be finished while crying.

But then I touched the "hairy inch" (which is a name for boys' short hair) that I pricked my hand, and I felt it well, and the more I touched it, the more addicted I became, and then I never had long hair in recent years, and as long as it was longer, I cut it immediately.

After knowing that my hair can be sold for money, as long as I lose a hair, I will put it away, put it away, and sell it in the future!

The boys in the village had to wear pigtails, that is, a handful of hair at the back of their heads and braided them. It can only be cut from birth to the age of six, and it is very grand when it is cut.

In the year when my brother cut his pigtails, they all returned to their hometown, and they also hired a special photographer to record the whole process and then engrave it on a CD. Later, when I watched the CD, it was full of memories.

When I was six years old, of course, on his birthday, I remember seeing for the first time a three-tiered cake and a courtyard of guests.

In fact, it is to cut a small braid, from morning to night, go through some so-called rituals, we children are only responsible for eating and having fun, and do not pay too much attention to the content.

It seems that after cutting her hair, she wrapped it in a red cloth and tied it sturdily, as if she couldn't take it out until the day she got married......

We don't understand, and we don't dare to ask.

But after coming to this big city, I have never seen a boy with pigtails, which may also be due to regional differences, after all, each place has its own customs, so it is colorful.

The world is big, and we need to go out and see it in order to grow our knowledge.

And I want to live like I like!