The alphabet taught in the first grade is read dozens of times a day, and it is also necessary to write dozens of times silently. The Chinese teacher was very strict, not only asking us to study on our own, but also to preview the textbook in advance. At that time, I didn't know what I needed to do to prepare for the textbook, but I flipped through the book and read it for a long time, but I still didn't understand. The next day, the teacher asked us if we had any textbooks. I didn't know what the purpose of the textbook was or what the teacher meant. So, when the teacher said, the students who did not have a pre-study textbook raised their hands. Seeing that almost all the students in the class raised their hands, I also stupidly followed suit. As a result, it was inevitable to be hit twice with a ruler. At that time, the teacher hit hard, and tears welled up in my eyes. Maybe the teacher wanted us to remember this lesson, and I really felt the power of the ruler.

For the first exam, the Chinese teacher asked us to put the books in the desk, and then handed out the test papers for us to do. I still remember that there was a question that scrambled a paragraph of the article and needed to be reordered. But at the time, I didn't know what sorting meant, and it felt like a book. I read it several times and didn't know how to write it, so I went to do other questions first. The bell rang just after class, and it was time to collect the test papers. I quickly pulled the textbook out of my desk and flipped through it, but I still couldn't find the answer. Because there is no need to add content at all, but I feel that it is not okay to be there, so I casually added some words in parentheses. Probably because my flipping movement was too obvious, the teacher came to me and told me that I couldn't flip through the exam. I realized that I seemed to have made a mistake, and suddenly my face felt a little hot, so I nodded and covered the book and handed in the test paper.

After class, it was the fourth sister who took me home. When I came home from school, I went to the field with my sister to water vegetables and pull weeds.

My vegetable patch is just across from the school gate, with a river in the middle for irrigation of the vegetable patch. On the way to the vegetable patch or when watering vegetables, I often meet my classmates going home, but I don't feel shy in the first grade, and I don't know many classmates. The older I get, the higher the grade, the shame begins. Especially since the fourth and fifth grades, my classmates have known each other more and more. Because I am not only the class leader, but also a cadre of the Young Pioneers, I need to check the students' wearing of red scarves at the school gate or in various classrooms. Sometimes my parents let me carry a hoe to the vegetable patch, and when I met naughty male classmates, they would laugh at me when they saw it. I pretended I didn't see them and walked away. But I gradually felt a little inferior in my heart, and felt that my parents were farmers, which led to such a situation. After that, when I go to the vegetable patch, I always wear a straw hat to cover my face.

At that time, I didn't think that most of the people studying in school were actually peasant children. Everyone is in a similar situation, in fact, there is no need to feel ashamed, let alone laugh at each other. The industry is the champion, everyone performs their duties, does their own work, and it is good to be able to support a family. What's more, my parents worked so hard for us to study, so that we would not suffer from hunger. This is already very rare, and I have no right to be ashamed.

The summer here lasts for a long time, and it's autumn, but I still feel that the weather is very hot. On weekends, you don't have to go to class, so you have to go to the fields to do farm work. In the morning, it was fine, and I could feel a cool breeze blowing from time to time. But the more noon it gets, the more stuffy the weather becomes, and I can't feel a trace of wind, and I even feel a little dry. When it's too hot, I use the water from the field to pry it on my arms and thighs to cool myself down and continue pulling weeds. If you pull weeds for a long time, you will also feel backache. Sometimes I would take a stool and sit and pull weeds, and the water in the field would be so high that it would even flood the stool. At this time, you should take a flat stretcher on top of the vegetable patch, pull it out while sitting, and then move the position from time to time.

At that time, I didn't wear a straw hat, and the whole person was tanned, and I felt proud. My sister and I often compete with each other to see who is darker, as if whoever is darker has more farm work. Now that I think about it, I feel a little stupid. When I was a child, I didn't think white was beautiful, because everyone almost had black and yellow skin. I thought it was normal to have dark skin, until I went to school in the town in junior high school, and I saw that many of my classmates were incredibly white and tender, and even my classmates thought white was beautiful. Gradually, I found that my outlook on life seemed to have deviated, because only I was black, and I felt out of place with the people around me. At that time, I began to regret why I had to tan myself so badly, and it was difficult to think about it. After that, no matter how hot the weather is, I always have to wear long sleeves when I go to Tian, and I don't dare to take it off even if I am sweaty. I am afraid that if I take off my long sleeves, the efforts I have made for a long time will fall short and be ruined.

The winter of the first grade was very cold, and the temperature dropped to almost freezing. There is a thin layer of ice in the ditch of my vegetable field, the kind that shatters when touched. At that time, I heard from my parents that many students thought it was strange, and they even went to my vegetable patch to play, and trampled the ground to pieces.

I didn't go there, mainly because it was too cold. I'm wearing a little thin, and my clothes don't stand up to the cold. Sitting in the classroom, I felt the bitter cold wind, and I didn't dare to go out to feel the cold north wind. The cold wind of winter makes the cheeks and lips very dry, and the skin will crack and sting. When you touch your cheeks, you feel dry, and your cheeks will be hot and red after freezing for a long time, like a pink red apple. My lips are so dry that I often lick them with my tongue and moisten my lips with saliva that are so dry and uncomfortable. But the more I licked it, the more it dried, and the more painful it became. I feel a little swollen when I touch it, just like eating spicy hot pot, and my lips are red and swollen like two ham sausages. But I don't know what to do, so I can avoid this kind of pain of flesh and skin, so I can only fight hard. At that time, there was no alabaster, and it wasn't until the second or third grade that I saw the new alabaster at home. In first grade, I was forced to endure that pain.

Sometimes I would come out after class to bask in the sun, but I felt that the warmth was not enough to warm the howling of the north wind. Basking in the sun and blowing a cold breeze at the same time, the taste is a bit indescribable. But I feel that basking in the sun is still somewhat useful, and that trace of warmth still penetrates from the skin into my heart. The class bell rang, and I went back to the classroom, and the doors and windows were open. I shivered to class while the cold wind was blowing.

It's too cold, and I haven't told my parents. Because parents are busy with farming, in fact, for children, parents basically adopt a free-range approach. My clothes were prepared for me by my sisters, and they didn't know how many clothes to wear for their seven or eight-year-old babies, not to mention that they didn't feel cold when they were worn at home. When I went out, I felt shivering from the cold, and my teeth were shivering up and down. During class, my hands were frozen and stiff, and it was a little difficult to hold a pen and write. I often exhale hot air and rub it twice when my hands are cold, and if it really doesn't work, put it between my legs to warm up, or put it under my buttocks. It's not really useful, but it's a kind of psychological comfort, and I still feel a little warm. In fact, the toes were also cold, and the shoes at that time were not warm. Simple white cloth shoes with socks, the cold invaded, and the toes were a little numb from the cold. You can only stomp your feet and add some heat to yourself.

In winter, when you go down to the ground to water vegetables, you will go down to the ditch and prick the cold. Every time I go into the water, there is always a cry of 'ahhhh The cold of the water directly invaded the cracks in the bones, and I slowly got used to the cold in the water while standing, and I felt better when my feet were numb from the cold. At that time, there were no water shoes, and the cold in the water could only be supported by yourself. Fortunately, after adapting to the environment in the water, my body will gradually become hot and less cold when I do farm work.