When I was in the first grade of kindergarten, I changed schools from my village to a neighboring village, and at that time, I had to pay not only tuition fees but also borrowing fees to go to school in neighboring villages.

At that time, our village primary school had to build a new school building, and in addition to paying tuition fees, we also had to pay school construction fees. Students do not have classrooms for the time being, so they have to go to the teachers' homes to attend classes.

I don't really understand the meaning of the words borrowing money and school building fee, but my mother does, and she told our neighbors, "Anyway, we all pay about the same amount, so we might as well let my children go to school in the neighboring village." "Therefore, all four of our siblings were among the first to transfer to a neighboring village to go to school.

When I was in the first grade, my dad went to school with us, pointed to the classroom where I was going to be in class, and the five-pointed star on the wall said, "Look, that first child has a lot of five-pointed stars, and if you study hard at school, you will also get many five-pointed stars." ”

"How can I get so many pentagrams?" I asked Dad.

Dad said, "Do well in school and strive to be a good student." ”

"What makes a good student?" I asked again.

Dad said, "Study well, have good moral character, and work well." ”

"What is good moral character?" I had the posture of breaking the casserole and asking the end.

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My father sometimes got impatient with the way I asked questions, and my second sister stood next to me and said, "You're stupid."

At that time, I thought that the second sister was envious of me, so she called me stupid. I secretly made up my mind that I would be a "three-good" student in school.

Later, I realized that I was not stupid, I was really stupid. I don't know how to achieve this ambitious goal.

On the first day of first grade, I went to school early, and because it was the first day, I could sit in whatever seat I wanted, so I had to sit in the first row by the window.

I like this seat, I can look out at the sky from time to time, and most importantly, when I am hungry, I can quickly rush out of the classroom and go home to eat.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, because my mother was late for me to register, I sat in the penultimate row of the classroom, Liu Wei sat in front of me, and number two sat behind me. I often look out the window and see the courtyard wall of our school. At that time, Wu Yang sat at the door of the classroom, the first row by the window, and could see the sky outside.

I think this is why I have always envied the deep roots of Wu Yang's soul.

Sitting in the classroom was boring for me as a child. But my mom and dad like it, they like it, and I like it too.

But I would like to sit in a seat that I like, by the window in the first row of classroom doors.

The process of realizing this dream was really simple, I got up at 6 o'clock in the morning that day, finished eating, and went to school early with my two older sisters and younger brother, the teachers did not come, and the door was not opened.

I've been guarding my seat at the door of the classroom.

At that time, my teacher opened a commissary in the school, and as for the question of why she could open a commissary, Lu Yan later told me, which is a later story.

But that day, a male classmate went to her commissary to buy something, and she gave him the key, so that day, I got my dream seat.

On the first day of first grade, I was very happy to sit in the first row of the classroom door by the window, which I liked.

I sat alone in the first row by the window, but I didn't have a new version of the textbook, so I sat happily in the first row with the old textbook that my second sister didn't write and draw, and I couldn't suppress my inner happiness.

I discovered a new pleasure in the fact that the first-grade bench was taller than the kindergarten and hung in mid-air, making it particularly suitable for being a trojan horse. I rode on the wooden horse and imagined that I was a good student, as if I was lying in the clouds of the sky.

"Papapapa......" A thin bamboo strip was drawn on me, and I woke up from my dream.

My homeroom teacher and Chinese teacher suddenly stood in front of me, holding a thin bamboo strip and staring at me with round eyes.

But I remember that she was standing on the podium and writing on the blackboard with chalk, and I stood up like a fish.

Then, I found out that I was lying on the bench on a bench, dreaming of being a good student, and was woken up by my teacher.

I heard her ask me, "Didn't your kindergarten teacher teach you to sit upright with your hands behind your back?"

"How could I not have been taught, how could I make such a low-level mistake?" I bowed my head and thought to myself. But I didn't dare to say anything, my hand was torn by the thin bamboo strips, and the tears couldn't stop falling.

I just heard my teacher say, "You kid, you don't have to be disciplined. I can't sit on the bench and listen to the lecture, so I'll stand in the last row. ”

"Quick...... Hurry up and stand in the last row with your bag. ”

"Without my permission, I kept standing and listening to the lecture."

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I silently held my bag and stood in the last row with tears in my eyes.

In this way, on my first day of first grade, I had a dream of being a good student, and I was woken up by my teacher with a bamboo stick.

Then, I stood in the last row for several days, until one day during the moral class, the teacher who was in class, who was also the principal of our school, asked me to sit down, and he said to me, "Sit down, and I will tell your homeroom teacher that I made you sit." "I am very touched and I am very grateful to him.

Fortunately, I was a child, and I loved to play by nature, so I quickly forgot about the pain and began to dream of being a good student again.

But since then, I have slowly learned how to be a good student, and I have also learned a truth, adults can't be reasonable, and sticks are their reason.

The second time I transferred was when I was in the second grade to the third grade, when the school in our village was built.

For some reason, the school in the neighboring village did not allow our children to go to school after the principal was changed.

Since the school in our village was built, it has begun to do so without charging fees. So my mother transferred my second sister, me, and my younger brother back.

Under the strict discipline of the teachers in the neighboring village, by the time I was in the third grade, I had become a truly good student with excellent character and learning, and I was often praised and praised. In the first semester, my teacher also wrote a comment on my transcript, saying that I was a good helper.

But there is one thing that I will never forget. At that time, the school had a small exam in January and a major exam in two months. I used a set of Chinese and mathematics AB papers, a total of seven yuan and five cents, and the head teacher asked each student to buy it, and my mother told me: "No money".

At that time, my family was building a gatehouse, and the house built seven or eight years ago had no door, even though there was no money, and I had an awkward quarrel with the other door, and it was time to build a gatehouse. So, when my mom said that there was no money, it was really gone.

However, I couldn't bear the class teacher to ask me to go home and ask for money three times and twice, I asked my mother in tears, and my mother said, "Dead girl, there is no money, go to school, if you don't go, I will beat you." ”

I remember that there were a few workers in my yard that day, and my dad joked, "Why don't you sell me and buy you AB rolls!" ”

In the end, I never mentioned buying AB rolls to my parents again. I said to my teacher, "I don't buy AB rolls anymore!" ”

The teacher asked me, "What if we all take exams?"

I said, "I can write fast, I can copy." ”

The teacher said helplessly, "Well, copying questions is better learning, but it's hard." ”

I said, "I'm not afraid!" ”

Then my teacher didn't say anything again.

After this incident, I learned what courage is, the courage to speak directly to the teacher.

That year, every time I took a test, I looked at the papers at my table and copied the questions and answered them at the same time. My classmate was a very smart boy, he answered questions very quickly, and I was able to write very quickly.

It was also after that year that I didn't take test rankings seriously. Because no matter how fast I write, people will think that I copied my tablemates.

After I finished third grade, my mom seemed to notice that several of us were not studying as well as before. In fact, she didn't know that I had to copy the questions and answer the questions at the same time, so the test results were not good.

That year, my second sister was promoted to the sixth grade, and she started to think about transferring us to a school in a neighboring village, but the family had already spent all the working capital to build a gatehouse. My eldest sister was promoted to the third year of junior high school, and the tuition fee was several hundred yuan, and the second sister had to pay more than 100 yuan for the borrowing fee in the neighboring village, plus me and my brother......

In desperation, she began to borrow money again. And she decided to save the country and transfer my second sister away first.

When I was in the second semester of my fourth grade, she had the idea of transferring me to a school in a neighboring village.

I remember that it was another school year, and she took me to the neighboring village to sign up, and the students had already officially started classes at that time.

The fourth-grade teacher at the school in the neighboring village didn't take me in, so she asked my mother to find the principal. But the principal did not agree with her, which probably meant that I did not attend their school in the first semester of the fourth grade, and if I was accepted, it would not be conducive to my studies, let alone the relationship between the two schools.

So, on the second day of school, I went back to my village school.

With my optimistic, positive, studious, and hardworking appearance in our village school, I won the favor of the fourth-grade homeroom teacher in the first semester, and she did not know that we were the first and only students in her life.

She even learned that my family's conditions were difficult, so she asked her classmates to donate money for me and ordered a set of AB test papers for me to take the exam. I saw that I was wearing a pair of sneakers in the winter, and gave me my children's unworn shoes, as well as a few cotton clothes.

But in the second semester, I went back to sitting in the last row, copying and answering questions at the same time.

I just remember the first day I went back to our village school, and she called me out and asked me, "Why didn't you come on the first day of school?" ”

I said, "My mom is going to transfer me to the school next door." ”

She said, "Is the teacher good to you?" Your mother told you to transfer and you went. ”

I didn't speak, and I often didn't know how to answer such questions.

Seeing that I was silent, she asked, "Then why did you come back again?"

I replied, "I went, but I didn't ask for it."

My teacher said, "You didn't pay for your tuition, did you?" ”

I said, "Take it!" ”

My teacher said, "Then why don't you pay for your tuition when you come here to go to school?" ”

I didn't speak, I thought to myself, "You're waiting for me here." Later, she said, "Yesterday I heard other classmates say that you have transferred schools, and I still don't believe it, you really hurt my heart!" ”

I didn't dare to look her eyes, my head bowed, not knowing how to answer.

Finally, she said in a deep voice, "I paid my tuition in the afternoon." ”

I hummed, tears rolling in my eyes, and nodded.

In fact, I knew that my mother didn't have any extra money to pay for my transfer to another school, and she just didn't give my eldest sister's tuition money, and tried to transfer me first. But it didn't work, so she gave it to my eldest sister again and asked my eldest sister to pay the tuition first.

That year, I sat in the last row because my mother was late for me to register, and I became a table mate with a girl who didn't speak much, wrote crookedly, usually copied homework, and always felt that there were few tendons in exams.

At that time, I felt okay, sitting in the last row, so that I could copy the paper during the exam. But my mindset seems to have changed a bit since the year, and I'm not as proactive as I used to be.

When I was in the fifth grade, the rural primary school began to merge, and our village primary school was abolished. All my classmates were allowed to go to the school in the neighboring village, and finally, my mother put her heart in my stomach and I never changed schools again.