Some people say that listening to rain can make you sleep better. At this time, my upper eyelid has begun to get heavier and heavier unconsciously. When I woke up, I saw myself returning to my alma mater in middle school.
I saw myself walking into the girls' dormitory with big bags and small bags. The dormitory of female students in our grade is allocated on the first floor, and my dormitory is at the corner of the entrance.
Well, I, 13 years old, Xiaoshengchu, have changed the new learning environment and lived in a dormitory for the first time. But I'm not afraid of that. I have been very quiet, and I greeted my new classmates with laughter, without a trace of strangeness.
The dormitory is bunk beds for 12 people, and only an empty bunk bed is left near the bathroom for sundries.
On the ceiling of the dormitory corridor, there are two electric fans that can shake their heads, but except for the bunk bed in the middle, other beds can only be blown to a corner. You can put luggage boards and suitcases between beds.
My bed was assigned to the lower berth on the right when I entered the door, next to the corridor window.
For me at the beginning of junior high school, this should be a strange environment, but for me watching, these situations are familiar.
The only surprise is that there are several pots of small green plants next to the laundry table in the bathroom, and some of them are still with small flowers. Among them, there is a small transparent glass fish tank, in which there are several snapdragons and several small fish shuttle between them.
It is said that this was left by my sister who once lived here. On the sidelines, I can't help thinking that the school is strictly managed and basically doesn't bring unnecessary items back to the dormitory. Only three pairs of shoes can be brought, except slippers and sneakers from physical education class, and only one pair of daily shoes can be brought. Since when can students keep plants and fish in the dormitory?
You can't use cash directly to eat and buy things at school, you can only use meal tickets and food stamps. So, we packed our bags and ran to the canteen ticket office to change tickets.
There are two female students' parents in our dormitory, who bought all the meal tickets for one month. But when their parents left school, they became "small bosses" and resold some meal tickets to us at low prices.
You can save money if you can save money. Of course, I will be their "customer", and the discounted meal tickets are fast and slow.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the dormitory lights out collectively, except for the dim light in the corridor outside, which spilled on my bed through the window.
At this time, the new girls seem to have their own worries. In addition to the voices of two students who have already known each other, there is only the "squeaking" sound of the bed board when everyone turns over in the dormitory.
The teacher on duty took a flashlight and blew several whistles in the corridor to warn the students who were still talking to be quiet. In a flash, the whole world seems to have only the faint footsteps of the teacher.
I left my parents for the first time, went to a new environment for the first time, and lived with strange classmates for the first time. In the dead of night, when I was watching, I obviously felt that the girl of 13 was both happy and scared.
At this time, I saw me lying in bed, with a few drops of crystal tears in my eyes. I began to feel homesick on the first day. ...
On the first day of school, we were greeted by class meetings, class meetings and military training.
At the class meeting, the headmaster stood on the flag-raising platform and enthusiastically gave us blood transfusion; At the class meeting, the class teacher introduced us to the next arrangement on the podium; At the beginning of military training, we just didn't dare to move when we heard the instructor's forceful roar.
In fact, the instructor seems to be in his teens and twenties. During the interval of training, the instructor is still relatively easy-going and plays word solitaire with us. The instructor said that we are envious of going to such a good school and should cherish the opportunity to go to school.
The military training in the morning was over, and we all ran to the canteen with lunch boxes like birds. I looked at the braised potatoes and boiled lean meat in the lunch box, and my mouth was watering, but why did it smell like braised potatoes? It smells good!
Just as I was holding a potato and enjoying the delicious food with my eyes closed, I suddenly opened my eyes and found myself half lying on the bed in my room.
It was raining outside the window at that time, and the smell of braised potatoes floated into the room. The e-book reader in my hand has slipped from my palm and landed on the mattress.
I gently raised my mouth and took a deep breath of the smell of braised potatoes.
The mother of one's life is not only the one who gave birth to me and raised me, but also the alma mater who nourished my teenager for six years.
In the best youth, we were lucky enough to catch the last bus of junior high school, study and live with energetic students and enjoy the best quality teaching.
This dream reminds me of a period when I just entered middle school. Although it was a dream, everything became so real.
It was an unrepeatable youth. Even if the moon turns and the stars move, time can't go back, but at least we have experienced and owned it!