First, about eating
I found that my memory of the first contact with some foods is very clear, as if there was a point, after which I began to eat those foods.
1. Mushroom
I hate eating mushrooms, but my primary school classmate Xu Leping's family is from Xiamen, and they regard mushrooms as delicacies. When I first went to Xu Leheng's house, her mother made mushroom soup. Although I didn't want to eat it, I drank it out of courtesy. Her mother asked me if I felt salty, but I felt like drinking water, and I couldn't taste it ...
However, their taste is very strange. One dish is egg soup with shredded seaweed or something, which is especially salty. Xu Leheng actually told me that it is light.
Later, I began to eat with it, and then I loved mushrooms.
Step 2: carrots
I hate carrots very much, but one night, my mother cooked a hand-grabbed rice.
Glutinous rice, braised chicken legs (chicken wings), and carrots.
It was so delicious that I couldn't help eating the carrots at last.
Since then, I feel that I can still save carrots.
3. bread with strange stuffing
I always think that bread should be simply made up of flour, and the bread with stuffing simply defiles the name of bread. So I hate bread with stuffing.
First or second grade, Cao Weitian sits on my left.
Really hungry, but this bastard is still sitting next to me eating bread.
This bread has two flavors, yellow peach and red bean paste.
I forgot how things developed. Anyway, he asked me to eat, so I reluctantly agreed. Then he took out a somewhat squashed bean paste from the black schoolbag on the back of the chair.
Later, this brand of bean paste was added to my breakfast shopping list.
However, the yellow peach stuffing is still different in my eyes.
Second, about hunger
When I was a kid, when I was very young, well, it wasn't very young.
Probably in 2008 or 2009, my mother took me in a jeep all day and ran around.
Before that, I always thought that I was the most important thing in my mother's heart.
I haven't eaten since breakfast that morning. I bumped in the car all the way, only mineral water to satisfy my hunger. It was not until after eleven o'clock in the evening that my mother finished, and then we found a place to eat.
The food after a long hunger was not impressive at all, but the feeling of hunger at that time was still impressive.
That was the first time I felt hungry.
Before that, I was so hungry that I didn't eat until after dinner, which was a little greedy. But at that time, it was the first time that I was hungry and had a stomachache, and it was also the first time that I had the idea that my mother didn't love me.
At that time, I told myself that this was the first time I was hungry, and I should remember this for the rest of my life: on a certain day in a certain year, from 9: 00 a.m. to 11: 00 a.m., my mother refused to eat for me!
Kind of childish.
It suddenly occurred to me just now, just in case I forget it. 20 18.7.5
Third, it seems that I have never written this story.
What is fate?
The first novel I read that year was called "The King of Beasts", which was in the fifth grade of primary school. Since then, I have been unable to extricate myself from fantasy.
That day, after lunch, I took the novel in my hand and planned to find an empty table to read it.
At that time, the school had just placed large tables and chairs under a row of trees in the middle of the playground in the southern district, with one table with two benches. In fact, this is not a good idea, because bugs often fall from trees in summer, and gum makes tables and chairs sticky and dirty. But the first few weeks of installation were quite fun.
When my eyes swept across this row of tables, I saw a person reading a novel, so I sat opposite her.
We happened to find that we were reading the same series of books. The difference is that I should have seen Condor City at that time, and she was a few movies behind me.
We chatted very happily, and it was really a brief encounter.
The class is coming soon, and we are very reluctant, so we ask each other for information.
I said I was in grade five.
She said she was in grade five, too.
I said, what a coincidence, I'm in Class 52.
She said, I am also in Class 52.
Ah, it is my classmate.
To tell you the truth, I'm a little face blind. When I was in the third grade, I transferred to Class Two after the school was closed.
I used to be in the Mercury class before I transferred to the Jupiter class. There are about 39 people in Class Two.
My destiny takes a hand friend and I have been in the same class for more than two years, but we finally became attached to a novel.
This may be the legendary fate.
Fourth, my primary school is amazing.
teacher
I remember many teachers, let's say in chronological order.
Miss. Miss Wang, a tall and thin female teacher with short hair, looks a little serious. She is the head teacher of Grade One and also the English teacher of our class.
Another female English teacher, who taught us later, is chubby, with long hair and ponytail, amiable and interesting, but I still don't like English classes. This teacher seems to live near my home. Once we went to school, we even said hello at the bus stop.
Later, when we were in the sixth grade, she was transferred to our class again. At that time, our previous teacher was particularly strict, and we were flattered by the sudden change to this gentle teacher for a long time. The teacher said that her sudden transfer from grade one to grade six was somewhat uncomfortable.
Wu Xuemeng, PE teacher Wu, male, with short hair, is a very good teacher, who has been brought from our first grade to the sixth grade.
In the sixth grade, there was a special noise in our class. Compared with the neatly lined first grade next to us, Mr. Wu felt a headache, so he asked us how to give up. It happened that the good performance in the next grade was patted on the shoulder, so the students suggested that we should also touch our heads and pat our shoulders, which was unanimously agreed by the students. Teacher Wu probably thought we were just booing, so he agreed. The magic is that discipline has really improved.
I remember that Mr. Wu's hair was still all black in the first grade, and it was already gray in the sixth grade.
Teacher Yu, male, computer teacher and director, is super tall and has big hands. At that time, I especially liked the teacher's hand, and I felt that the joints were clear and powerful. When I was a child, my dream was that my hands could be as big as my teacher's.
Teacher Zhao Yanming, a female math teacher, is the head teacher of grade two or three. However, I transferred to Class Two next semester in Grade Three. I studied the word Yan for a long time.
Miss Yin Yilian, Miss Yin, a particularly gentle female teacher, is the head teacher and math teacher of Class Two. I always thought she was a "silver" teacher. Later, in the fourth grade, she got pregnant, so she didn't take us. I met her in preschool once, and I felt abandoned at that time.
Our class is a very naughty class with very good grades, so it is very difficult to manage. Once, at noon or in the afternoon, Mr. Yin was very angry with us, so he stopped giving lectures, and let us close the curtains (dry outside) and start lecturing us. People like me have no resistance to air conditioning, afternoon sunshine and the teacher's voice, so I fell asleep directly by the window. Teacher Yin was very excited. As a result, there was a sudden snoring in the class, and then I was awakened by the laughter. I saw Teacher Yin with red eyes trying to laugh, but I felt that I shouldn't laugh. Teacher Yin said in a weak voice that she was angry at first, and then she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Miss Wang, a strict and funny math teacher, taught me what the bottom line is.
When I was in class, I always played under the teacher's eyes because of my good math scores. One day, I was scolded for playing too much, and I knew the bottom line from then on.
Teacher Fan, two words, but I forget the name, a straightforward female teacher, a class teacher and Chinese teacher in Grade 456. She can be regarded as the first teacher of my interest in Chinese. She taught me what writing is.
Once in a writing class, I asked to introduce the benefits of something. I really didn't know how to write it, so I made it up according to the text. The text is groundnuts, and I wrote about the benefits of peanuts. Then I was severely criticized by Teacher Zhao. From then on, I learned the bottom line of writing: not copying.
She abruptly turned my vision of physics to whether I should give up my favorite science or my favorite career because lawyers are liberal arts.
Although I failed to study science in the end.
Wu Xue, Miss Xiaoxue, our art teacher. Our school used to shoot a small popular science program for us. In it, Mr. Xiaoxue was a fairy with special effects, and there was a magnifying glass teacher who wore an explosive head. The male teacher hosted the program with Mr. Xiaoxue.
class
When I first entered the school, we had nine classes when we were one year old, namely: Jin Mu, fire, water, soil, morning till night. It is said that the class was later dismissed because the classroom was not enough.
We were dismantled in the third grade next semester. Our class is Mercury class, and only four students, including me, were dismantled into Jupiter class.
Later, it seems that another one was dismantled, but I forgot which one it was.
schoolmate
Let's talk about the students in Mercury class first. Mercury class is a boarding class, and many students live on campus. I only remember a few classmates.
Tang Zikun, we call him a lollipop because he is thin, tall and has a mushroom head.
Xie Yun, I ... the best boy to play. When I was a child, we thought we were made for each other, because I was the best girl in math in my class, and he was the best boy in math in my class. We all practiced the piano but didn't like playing it (he even took me to skip piano lessons). We all like playing basketball, and we all like to eat fragrant wings (a snack) and drool (another snack). My basketball is particularly good. He. He also plays, and we are all hardcore players ... At that time, we especially liked to watch an animated film called "Fantasy Warrior", in which I played the heroine, he played the hero, my good friend Ray Ma played the boy two, and the most annoying girl played the villain.
Ray Ma, a girl, Hui nationality, is somewhat introverted, but on the whole, we still had a good time, and then we stopped contacting.
Pang Zheng, a girl, is taller and stronger than me. I don't like her (although I forget why …). Ray Ma used to play with her all the time.
Jin Yuchen, a boy, has an oval face and is hard to remember.
Che Shize, the boy who transferred to Class Two with me, is a basketball thief. He is a bit male chauvinist, and he often mentions his father, but he is not the kind of disgusting person. On the contrary, he makes people feel that men are the best.
Prince, a super good-looking boy with a shift, is said to be a single-parent family, with his mother.
One night, when it was almost dark, in summer, the prince hung upside down on the horizontal bar. Then Jin Yuchen wanted to play a prank and broke the prince's leg off the horizontal bar, but he didn't see that the prince's hand didn't catch the horizontal bar. Afterwards, the prince got a needle in his head.
Shi Wanting, a girl who changed classes with me, left a great psychological shadow on me. Sometimes I hate her, but I can't help forgiving her and playing with her. This situation didn't get rid of until I met Xu Leheng.
The shadow she left made me hate people setting the same girls for a long time. For example, you can dance, for example, there is Wan in your name.
Later, I came to Class Two and met other students.
Zeng Xiao, probably of mixed blood in Xinjiang, has long eyelashes and a little curly hair. She is super cute. She studies guzheng.
Yuan Lukai, Lucas, Chinese-German mixed-race, with brown blond hair.
Song Xinyi, some slow-witted, it is said that intelligence can't keep up, but people are not bad boys.
Zheng Xinyi, a girl with the same name for no reason.
Li Mengqi, Li Menglin, twin sisters, usually I make one in the morning to find out which one tied the black rope and which one tied the red rope, and then I can identify it by it all day.
Zhu Fengcheng, some vain girls, often listen to her make up stories when chatting, but people are hard to tear apart, and I quite like what she has set for her own people.
Jin Yulong, a particularly new boy, was transferred to this school later. The first wink I accepted in my life was him. At that time, I was sitting on the iron shelf, waiting for my mother to write a Niannujiao by the way, and then he passed by the door and gave me an electric eye. OMG, that's awesome.
He once went to physical education class Tepi, and when he came back the next day, he suddenly said to the teacher: Teacher, if I skin again, you can hit me. It's okay. My mother said you can hit me. My skin is thick.
He also created a miracle that he was the second in the class the day before yesterday and then the second from the bottom the day after tomorrow.
Liu Qinfang, her voice is always hoarse, and I have forgotten why I don't like her.
Niu Shixiang, whose mother is a music teacher, is a good-looking girl with good grades.
Liu Zhixing, a boy with super soft body, was a little short at that time.
There are many others, but I forgot all about them.
Six, about face blindness
People who are not face-blind will never know what the face-blind world is like.
My dad usually has short hair, leaving a centimeter away from the scalp.
One night, my father suddenly shaved his head.
At that time, I was very young and was scared to cry.
In my memory, a bright-headed Slender Man with my dad's voice, wearing my dad's T-shirt and slippers, insisted on hugging me and laughed.
Later, every time my dad went to have his hair cut, I felt that it was not my dad who came back.
Follow grandma to the supermarket, without paying attention or looking up. Anyone holding a black dress is called grandma.
Then I was brought back by my grandmother.
When I left, I wondered where that was different from this.
A couple who are approaching in the distance call their parents, but their real parents are eating in the restaurant behind me.
I'm still angry to see the little couple wondering.
When I got closer, I found that it was not my parents.
See a back, is a good friend. I was so happy that I wanted to play a prank, so I quietly walked over and hit her ass heavily.
I turned my head and found that I mistook one for another.
Laugh and leave.
There was military training when I first entered junior high school. In fact, it was just standing in line+getting familiar with my classmates+learning radio exercises.
However, everyone wears the same clothes.
Hairstyles are all the same.
I don't know anyone.
The first few times, the grade director told me where my class was.
Later, I found a primary school classmate in my class, so I took her as the coordinate.
Later, I helped the class teacher manage life.
When collecting money, I confused the two people and vowed to tell the teacher that he had paid it.
In the afternoon, I saw that classmate explain to the teacher far away and hit his face instantly.
Obviously, the hairstyle and height are the same ...
In the shopping mall, a man came across and called my name happily, and then I pretended to be happy to say hi.
We chatted happily.
Glad to say goodbye.
However, I don't know who she is until now.
Even the elimination method can't be discharged.
High school military training, everyone is a military green uniform ...
Instructors are all buzz cut and uniforms ...
No one I know ...
Fortunately, there is a very tall boy with yellow hair, and a fat girl with yellow hair.
However, the girl dyed her hair back black the next day.
Boys step on it every day.
I can't find Ben at all.
Senior one, physical education class called the roll.
I don't know who is who even if I have some famous watches.
Look at that classmate and tell the teacher who didn't come. What I think is that this classmate looks familiar.
My classmates joked that I was afraid that I wouldn't know her after a holiday.
Just entering the student union, the vice president from afar came over and said hello to me.
I ignored him.
I didn't think this man looked familiar until later.
And then the second time.
And then the third time.
Then I quit the student union.
I saw a girl in the examination room the other day, and I felt very familiar. Later, I watched it for a while and found out that she was a boy.
After a while, I imagined he didn't have that long hair.
Hey, I'll go. If it isn't that talented male student in junior high school who has a serious partiality.
I suddenly feel that I just lamented that my little sister is really beautiful, and her voice is so good that she is a staff.