When I was eight years old, I was in the eighth class of the second grade of primary school, and the direction of the girls' toilet in the school was vague in my memory, but I clearly remember that the school gate was facing north. Perhaps in view of this, I don't know who built it in the first place, and then gave it a very poetic name: Beiqing.

The size of the school, the number of students, and the equipment are all incomparable to those of my future, whether it is junior high school or high school, so I still miss that beautiful elementary school time that I will never look back to. In the final analysis, the reason why I am so nostalgic is because there are many regrets that I can't forget, and those regrets I still remember now, and they have become my earliest memories forever.

And every time I remember it under the night sky, it still feels so real and so close. Sometimes I think that things worth nostalgic for are not necessarily beautiful, and often all that is worth nostalgic for is regret and frustration. I thought that nostalgia here can be understood as two words, that is, nostalgia and love, nostalgia belongs to classmates and friends, and love can only be selfishly exclusive to her.

Isn't it fair for me to distribute more selfishly? I don't know if it's fair or not, but I guess it's right. Friends, it should be easy to see from here that sometimes fairness is not proportional to right and wrong.

Speaking of proportionality, it reminds me of inverse proportionality, and proportionality and inverse proportionality, you just go through all the textbooks of the six years of primary school and you will never find them, because they are all in the textbooks of junior high school at the earliest. As for what the situation is now, what has changed, and how much, it is not known.

The three years of junior high school are not as many as the six years of primary school, but the books in junior high school are more powerful than those in primary school, which can be simply understood as heavy: the books in the three years of junior high school are far more and heavier than the books in the six years of primary school combined. The weight of knowledge in a long primary school is not as long as that of a junior high school that is only half long, so it can be seen that every day of primary school is like a string of bubbles flying under the blue sky.

When I was a child, my family didn't have much money, but if I had a lot of money, I thought it would be fulfillment. And the helpless no, it's almost like this void. Void is light, light is less, and less to a certain extent is pitiful. Studying in Beiqing, although my family's money is pitifully poor, I have never felt pitiful myself. This is not because of how calm and numb my thinking is, or how advanced I am, but mainly because I am in elementary school in Beiqing.

Why? It was precisely because Beiqing was a good school with low fees, but it was the largest primary school within a radius of 100 miles at that time. The largest elementary school has the most people, and I mingle with the most people every day, how can I feel less? To be honest, I just feel that the sky is very blue, the clouds are very white, the flowers are very fragrant, the grass is very green, the water is very clear, and there are a lot of people after school, and I am very happy walking on the way home from school.

I'm a more inquisitive kid, and I'm happy if my questions are answered well. I remember that on the first day of the first grade of primary school in Beiqing, I asked our beloved Chinese teacher and homeroom teacher a very interesting question on the spot, that is, why the gate of our school is facing north, while the gate of our school is facing south.

The teacher thought about it with great interest, and then looked at me very tenderly, and I was so happy that I thought that my dear big-eyed teacher was finally going to tell me something. But it's a pity that the teacher told everyone in a blink of an eye that the students had heard it, and the questions like Wang Zhi just asked were questions that had nothing to do with studying, and they were not allowed to be asked during class. I lowered my head, and the more I listened, the more sad I became, until I heard: However, if you don't take it as an example, forget it this time.

However, I stubbornly thought that since I didn't take it as an example, then I couldn't count it this time. I never just thought it was interesting, it was even more important to me as a young child. My idea is to come to this school, if you can't even figure out the school gate, then what's the point of learning more knowledge?

This is like the various gift boxes to receive in the New Year, in fact, the easiest thing for people to take a fancy to is often their packaging. It's not that what is inside is unimportant and worthless, but that he has already decided that he is the only one when he accepts it for the first time. The reason why we care so much about the packaging is that psychologically speaking, I hope that the combination of the two can appear more perfect.

If it can be perfect, who is reluctant to strive for it? So after school in the afternoon of the same day, I went to my big-eyed homeroom teacher by myself, and then asked her why our school gate was facing north, and whether there was anything to pay attention to and say.

At that time, as long as I was a homeroom teacher, I had an office of my own, and Xu Xia also had it - Xu Xia and Xu were my homeroom teachers. And I pushed the door in, stood behind her and just said three words "why", she was startled, and quickly looked back at me. And when I saw her body shake, I was also startled. It's okay for me to be scared, probably because I'm used to playing hide and seek with my friends. But the teacher's face was pale, and his two big eyes were looking at me directly, and my heart was pounding, and I suddenly had a feeling of eternity at a glance.

Finally, the teacher breathed a sigh of relief and said to go and close the door, and I obediently went to close the door, and when I closed the door and looked back at her, my teacher Xu was already sitting there with a flushed face. So I smiled and walked over to her, and as I got closer I could smell the smell of smoke in the air.