When I was a child, I studied.

I am a northerner and was born in the countryside. I calculated that my time in Hongban was in the spring of 1996. It was my brother who reached school age, so I went with him. I'm useless. I don't know what school is, and my father doesn't intend to let me go to school at home. As a matter of fact, he is not going to buy me a book.

At that time, the school in the village could not accommodate so many students, so we had classes in the empty house in the village in front of the school. The ground was covered with cotton, and everyone moved a small bench for class. Our dialect is called Banchuang.

My mother made my own trampoline (I couldn't find a similar picture after searching online). I envy the beautiful four-legged bench that other children sit on in the market.

When I come home from school, I have to move the bench myself. Now I have the impression that I am walking in the Woods on the west side of the village on my way home. My mother said to help me with the bench, but I didn't want to. She told her it was heavy, and my mother comforted me that she could carry it.

And an eraser. At that time 1 cent 1 rubber. It seems that everyone wants to break up with my brother. I don't want to learn from my teacher. It's like playing with an eraser without a book. I didn't know what it was when I took it out of my little box. It looks like sugar. Take a bite when you are happy, and find it hard to eat. Yes, it smells like an eraser.

Later, maybe the teacher thought I was still in class without books (that is, there were many children in that idle room), but it was not. I cried again. I don't remember. Anyway, he bought me books later. The books are incomplete, and everything that was not before is gone.

Now that I think about it, I especially want to read the books at that time. I didn't know the word "red class" at that time. I just heard the teacher's mother call out, and I remembered it myself. Similar to "Red Classroom". Later, when I grew up, I realized that it refers to preschool class, called red class. We only studied for a year and then went to 1 level.

It has been more than 20 years now, so I especially want to see the books at that time, small colored books and square ones. These books left a deep impression on me, because my mother told me to put away the books I didn't read, so I probably graduated from primary school, and I still kept all the books. I also looked through the books in Yu Hong's class from time to time, but later in junior high school and senior high school, all my previous books were sold as waste.

Time has passed, the past can never come back, and those years can never be experienced again. Only memories. I don't know why I want to go through those years again. This is nostalgia. I think I have experienced the vicissitudes of life.

I've been searching online these days to see if I can find books from that era. Because I was too young at that time, I couldn't even remember what book I was reading, the title and the publishing house, but I still remembered some of what I wrote.

There are little tadpoles looking for their mothers; There is a small bamboo bridge rickety, and a little bear wants to cross it; There are children looking for their mothers; Autumn came, a flock of geese flew south, and a little squirrel (I seem to remember) built a house; There are pigeons delivering letters; .

I hope I can read the book again.