In my impression, the story of time was taught in primary school music class, and now I can vaguely recall the scene of class and the voices of children in the classroom, which is very beautiful. I just forgot which music teacher taught me. I only remember three teachers in charge of the class: Mr. Guo, Mr. Liao, Mr. Chen, and Mr. Yan, who substituted for the fourth grade for half a semester. Probably because I have been to the homes of these four teachers, I was particularly impressed.
My family lives in Ma Xiao Road at the foot of Xishan Mountain. Let's cut to the chase. Behind the house is the river. Every morning, the whole city wakes up in the smell of dung trucks. At that time, Xiaomao Road was a temporary morning market. Amid the shouts of selling vegetables and the bargaining of buying vegetables, my sister and I got up, squatted on the side of the road to brush our teeth, and went to school after breakfast. At that time, there was an old man selling fried dough sticks along the street. He is a lonely old man who lives by selling fried dough sticks every day. Because his fried dough sticks have been left for a long time, they taste bad. Although there is a breakfast shop near home, you can eat fried dough sticks just out of the oil pan, but parents always buy fried dough sticks for the elderly. This is one of my childhood impressions.
Go along the small courtyard road to Xishan, then go along Jiefang Road to South Post and Telecommunications Road, and turn into an alley to get to the school. Because my father is a teacher, I enjoy the treatment that teachers' children can choose their schools and go to a primary school across districts, which also causes a phenomenon that none of my classmates are my neighbors. At the same time, we should do well in school, probably for fear of discrediting our father.
Because my childhood was in the county kindergarten, I didn't feel a little far from home, but a little closer. Moreover, it is also very pleasant to pass by Xishan every day. For example, you can pick some wild flowers on the mountain before school, or you can see a beautiful sunset on the mountain after school.
The school is not big, but in the hearts of children, it is already a big world.
Every day when you go to school, you have to go in and out through the gate. The teacher on duty should check your appearance at the school gate. If you find that your classmate's red scarf is crooked, point it out. You can go out from the side door next to the auditorium after school. The auditorium is an old building, and it will feel dark when no one is around. However, the dance interest group rehearses there, and after class in the afternoon, we will be called here by the teacher. I remember taking part in two dances, one is "Little sewing kit, a revolutionary heirloom" and the other is "Duckling learns to swim".
As for the first dance, I remember that the rehearsal and performance were very successful. For example, I performed this dance when I went to eighteen acres to express my condolences to the People's Liberation Army. I want to focus on "Duckling learns to swim". This original design is a drama about a mother duck and a group of ducklings learning to swim together. One of the proud ducklings felt that it was unnecessary to learn, then almost drowned after entering the water, and finally learned to swim modestly. A small group auditioned from all grades, the mother duck from the upper grade and the duckling from the lower grade. The day of the audition was night. Why do you remember it clearly? Because I usually go home from class, I have no memory of the campus at night, so I am particularly clear. The action required in the audition is to put your hands behind your hips and walk unsteadily. I must be a finalist. The rehearsal is to play the proud duckling, with actions and lines. The reason why I am impressed is that the teacher usually comments on my pride, and I have a little resistance to this role in my heart. But I cherish the chance of being chosen, so I will go to the rehearsal.
Sadly, however, this scene was finally changed to dance, the lines were gone, and my role was deleted. Then at the school's cultural performance, I watched five students perform in yellow duck suits, and I was envious. Later, I went to the photo studio and took a photo. I learned this posture in rehearsal as a souvenir of this shoulder push.
Another time, in class, the teacher called several students out separately and asked us to walk around with "selling newspaper songs", but later there was no more.
Besides dancing, another unforgettable thing is chorus. In my impression, all the teachers and students went to the cinema in Xishan for a round of competition that year, and every class had to sing on stage. Later, Ryan, the representative of our class, was shortlisted for the provincial competition, so in the later rehearsal, outstanding students from the temporary class were invited to support us. The song we sang was Seagull Seagull, Our Friend, which was recorded and sent to Hangzhou in the form of tape. I don't know if this tape is still reserved. If I have a chance to hear the voice of my childhood, it should be a beautiful memory.
I also joined the drum team, and the frequency of playing drums is "C D L C D L C D L C/? C D L C D L C D L C /？ C C D D C D L C /.c and D are right-handed drums, and L is left-handed drums. Learning drums is to take part in the street parade. The teacher asked us to wear white clothes and trousers. All the people in the city stood by the roadside and looked at us. Our route starts from the school and bypasses Jiefang Road to Xishan. It's really hard. My mouth is dry in the hot sun.
Think about the few literary and artistic activities in those days. Then the Olympic Games. The Olympic Games was held in the classroom of No.5 Primary School, and it was also the only time I went to No.5 Primary School. There are quite a few students in our class who are qualified to take the Olympic math exam. I still remember their names-Lou Zhenhuan, Li Yang and Cai He. That is to say, I was the only female classmate who participated in the Olympic Mathematical Training, so I had more contact with her during that time, and I became familiar with another classmate, Zhang (her neighbor). She ate a bowl of crystal cake in Zhangjia, and her crystal cake was put in a big water tank. I remember because you seldom eat snacks at your classmates' home.
The classmate who has been impressed so far is Xia. Her home is close to my second aunt's (Li Huiwen). I have been to her house for dinner several times, and I always go to her house to do my homework first. Her family lives in the police station and her father is the director of the police station. I remember when I was an adult, I went to the police station to apply for a passport. The policeman in uniform at the window is her. She didn't recognize me, but pointed to my ID card and said to me, "This is my primary school classmate." When we grow up, our appearance has changed. We should identify our former classmates by their names.
A female classmate named Wang Beibei immigrated to Hong Kong in the fourth grade. For most students, her departure gave us a new pen pal, and the photos she sent in Hong Kong have been kept. I kept in touch with her until high school, then went to college, and gradually lost contact with her. Wang Beibei often comes back to visit relatives in recent years, and even I, a person who occasionally goes back to Ryan, have only seen it once.
Another female classmate, Zhang Yili, is very talented in literature and art. She went to eighteen acres to express her condolences to the People's Liberation Army. She was the host and was heavily made up by the teacher. I really said in good faith that she was ugly after wearing makeup, and then she cried and asked the teacher to change her makeup. She was told by the teacher that "the stage lighting is very strong, and this makeup is just right." The reason is refusal. Zhang Yili was later admitted to the dance performance major of Zhejiang Art School. After graduation, he was assigned to Zhejiang Song and Dance Theatre and settled in Hangzhou. Now he is a national first-class actor. Zheng's other male classmate also lives in Hangzhou.
I, Ye Chen and another male classmate, Xu Guanghui, live in Shanghai at present. Coincidentally, Ye Chen and I live in a community, and occasionally we meet by bus. I was not a classmate of my neighbor when I was a child, but now I am a neighbor. I have no impression of my classmates in Xu Guanghui. Similarly, he has no impression on me, so that we both doubt whether the other is in the same class.
There are occasional transfer students in the class. I remember Ding Xiaoying and Wang Miao in my mind. Ding Xiaoying is from Tangxia. After her sister was admitted to Zhong Rui, she transferred to a primary school and lived in her sister's dormitory. So, I changed the route home from school and walked around Cang Qian Street with her, so I became familiar with it. Once I failed the exam and didn't want to go home to face my parents, so I went back to the Swiss-Chinese girls' dormitory with her. It is conceivable that parents are nervous at home. Fortunately, Ruian is a small city, and they soon knew my whereabouts and found me in the Swiss-Chinese girls' dormitory. As you can imagine, I avoided an accusation of my poor grades.
On behalf of our class, Ding Xiaoying and I took part in the "Story-telling Competition" in Grade Four. Our tutor is Yan, a substitute teacher. His family lives in an alley in the east of a small town. Her daughter is a student in normal college. Bring her to cook for me. The process of "storytelling contest" is like this. Two players in each class tell a story of their own class first, and then go to other classes to tell it again. There are five classes in our grade, and each player has to speak five times.
The arrival of Wang Miao has brought a new atmosphere to our class. In the past, our female classmates and male classmates didn't have much contact, but this clever girl broke the deadlock after joining the class. She planned a gift-giving activity for the teacher, and appointed me and another male classmate Lou Zhenhuan to give gifts to the teacher. A very ceremonial picture. I never quite understood where she parachuted into our class, so I naturally organized a group of old classmates as new classmates.
There is also a male classmate, who must be recalled. He is very clever and naughty. I remember he demonstrated his model in class, which made us admire him very much. But after a year of summer vacation, he didn't come to school. It is said that he drowned while swimming in the river. I don't remember his name. I feel sorry for him.
As a member of Xiao Lei, I also attended the "Huang Zongluo Conference" held in the compound of the county party committee. 1926 An old man born in Rui 'an can communicate with us in Rui 'an dialect and write down the address of Beijing, so that we can find him in Beijing when we grow up.
Tell me about my impression of home visits. Home visits should be attended by every class teacher, but I can't remember the home visits of Teacher Guo and Teacher Chen. All I can remember is a home visit by Mr. Liao. My mother received me at home that day, and Teacher Liao praised my composition My Little Handkerchief for being well written. It can be seen that children only remember things that are praised. )
What impressed me most outside the campus were the two stationery stores in Fandaqiao Street. What attracted us most after school was the stickers all over the wall. At that time, we bought stickers from TV stars such as Barbara Yung. I still have these stickers.
In retrospect, it was wonderful to spend a little childhood. When I was an adult, I saw some shocking campus news and felt that I had never encountered such a bad thing. What a lucky childhood it was.
My primary school teachers (including later junior high school and senior high school teachers, except the first-grade teachers) have a good attitude towards me. I am a case of growing up in "encouraging education". As an adult, I suspect that this kind of treatment is actually related to my father being a teacher and being popular.