Let's open those dusty old textbooks together and feel the breath of that era. I remember that every night, under the kerosene lamp, my mother was mending clothes, and I read to her the ...... "The Dog Bites Again" in the dim lightThose good memories seem like they were just yesterday.
However, my mom has been away from me for more than 30 years. Looking back, that scene is still as clear as yesterday, but time is in a hurry, and a lifetime has passed in the snap of a finger.
I can't help but sigh that life is short and the years are ruthless, let us cherish the good times in front of us.
Half a century later, that period of student life is still vivid. I remember the 21st lesson in the fifth-grade textbook in the 60s, it was Cui from the south to the north, Gao Yubao from the south, and Cui Bawa from the north, they were famous military writers.
However, in 1978, when the reporter of "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art" interviewed Cui Bawa again, he was herding sheep in the ravine of northern Shaanxi, and he no longer recognized the article he had written. "
When I was in elementary school, I read a text called "Summer Has Passed", and I only remember that the social situation was constantly changing, from solo work to mutual aid groups to senior societies and people's communes, every stage was like a bridge, and the last people's commune was the golden bridge to the communist road.
I still remember the first lesson after the summer vacation in the third grade of elementary school, "Summer is over, but I still miss it so much". That summer, the pictures of early morning and dusk appeared in front of me like pictures, and the heavy rain washed the world so clean.
Although I haven't read that text again for 60 years, I still remember the funny story of going to the melon field to catch small animals, and the performance and recitation of the senior classmates at the opening ceremony.
I am a student of Tianjin Boai Road Primary School, and now the school cannot be found and has been demolished. When I was a child, I attended a "farming class", which was a half-day class every day, which was equivalent to a literacy class.
In '69, the "ploughing class" was abolished, which is completely different from the current preschool. It was an expedient measure to eradicate the emergence of new illiteracy among the offspring of families with poor educational conditions and a lack of importance to education.
There are a few of them in our class.
Ten. By the time the "ploughing class" was abolished in 1969, they were all incorporated into the full-time class of the same grade.
This textbook for the first grade of primary school is, for many people, an eternal memory. It not only witnessed the first year of the national "Five Stresses, Four Beauties and Three Loves", but also made us feel as if we smelled the smell of book ink when we were children and recalled those warm times.
One of the texts in this book reads, "On the top of a high mountain, a river is built, and the river flows eastward. The past walked under your feet, today passes over your head", will make us immediately recall the busy figure in front of the blackboard newspaper, the scene of cleaning, the childhood fun of graffiti with crayons, and the stickers at the school gate and the story of the king of stories in the newsstand.
The fragrance of the book and ink seems to still permeate our hearts. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it has been more than half a hundred years old, but those memories are still clear. We can still vaguely remember the first day of school, which was a feeling of curiosity and anticipation, and a new beginning.
No matter where we are, no matter how time passes, this textbook for the first grade of primary school will always be the best memory in our hearts. Let's relive that warm time and feel the fragrance of the book and ink.
Time flies, and the books of that time are really nostalgic, as if only people over the age of forty have such memories. The spring breeze is light, the willows are green, the peach blossoms are dyed red, the swallows return, and the frogs wake up.
The spring breeze also brings the sowing season, and everyone is busy planting castor beans and sunflowers. In those years, the clarity of the paintings was unforgettable, the expressions were vivid, and the colors were bright, as if the memories of the post-80s generation were frozen in those pictures.
Every time a new book arrives, there will be the familiar scent of ink printing, which makes people nostalgic. Seeing these pictures, I can't help but recall the time in the past, as clear as yesterday, as if it were yesterday, but childhood is gone, and some people are gone.
It would be nice if there was a time machine to rewind.
I've always wondered if this poem is called Compassion Nong, and my memory is hoeing. Until I found conclusive evidence that my previous thinking was correct, I still found the name Min Nong a little strange, and it seemed to have a somewhat demeaning connotation of the peasant.
Chinese textbooks when I was a child, full of memories. I remember the texts clearly, and I was impressed by each lesson. There are crows drinking water, little monkeys coming down the mountain, Sima Guang, a little lamb, the spring breeze blowing, the small river passes in front of my door, and the swallows fly back.
The little gray rabbit is a lazy worm, and the little white rabbit is industrious, so there is endless cabbage. These stories tell us that wealth can only be accumulated by relying on our own industrious hands and feet.
If you don't work, you can't eat, Max's words speak the truth of life. Every time I read these texts, I am reminded of that carefree childhood. Colored crayons have always been a pain in my heart.
When I was a child, I wanted to buy a box of crayons with a panda pattern, but I didn't have the money, and I still regret it. At that time, the Chinese textbooks were so innocent and beautiful. Now I am in my forties, and I sigh that time flies, my youth is gone, and I can't go back to my childhood.