Comrades born after 1980s and 1990s wrote the first article about our primary school graduation last time, which was also read by hundreds of people. Although it is not much, it is indeed an encouragement. I just want to try to write about the past of our generation, which is completely different from the time of today's children. I try to remember the quiet city, the impatient people and the days when I was waiting for the bell to ring by the phone. I also miss being scared in front of my parents when I encounter difficulties, instead of them paying more and more attention to our feelings and our ideas, and even becoming overwhelmed in front of us for an instant. I really want to say sorry to them! Thank you for raising!

In 2002, I graduated from primary school and went to junior high school. Junior high schools are also divided according to school districts. It's not far from home, and it takes 0/5 minutes by bike/kloc. If I catch up with sleeping in, I can hurry.

The memory of junior high school is almost 20 years ago, which seems a little vague, but it is clear when you think about it. Perhaps it was because we were young and ignorant at that time that what we want most now is what we can't get.

The text at that time can still be recited now.

After entering junior high school, I really feel that learning takes time and brains. Gone are the days when primary schools got full marks crazily. At that time, teachers were very homesick, and they could always be found in the office, and questions could always be answered tirelessly. Looking back on myself in junior high school, I don't want to learn English or remember, so my grades naturally don't go up, but the Chinese teacher, as our head teacher, really keeps laying a solid foundation and improving my grades.

I believe that the post-80s and post-90s comrades are almost the same. They are fluent in English and remember the contents of Chinese textbooks best. Lu Dihai punched in the town of Kansai, the emperor's new clothes, orange lanterns, ventriloquism, and the last speech, but the teacher would still pop out in his mind, write down the lesson plan in pencil on the podium, and suddenly said a sentence when the whole class recited the full text. "It was very narrow at first, and only in this way can people pass. After taking dozens of steps, it suddenly became clear." "Jieshi is in the east, so as to see the sea, the water is too beautiful, and the mountains and islands are too beautiful." "Nothing else, just familiarity." We all grew up holding books and shaking our heads! Coaxed children to endorse, thinking of myself in those days, I couldn't help but resist.

At that time, parents were still in high spirits.

When I was in junior high school, my parents were around 40, which was really high-spirited. With them here, I think there is nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about, and nothing they can't solve. Just call dad! Mom! You don't have to worry about anything anymore. I did badly in the exam. I'm scared in front of them. I did well in the exam. I tried to get this and that. When I was sick, they felt so nervous that they suddenly grew up. Parents pay more and more attention to our thoughts and opinions, and sometimes they break something, even like a child who has done something wrong. Looking at their gray hair, their eyes can't help but get wet. You bring us up day by day, afraid of falling into your hands and melting in your mouth. I will grow old with you and will always be your "grown-up" child! Grateful! Grateful! Thank you!

At that time, I can't find it now.

Although I went to junior high school, I was still greedy. 5 yuan a week spent 10, always buying food in different ways. It is no exaggeration to say that my mind still smells of snacks, and I have been looking for them on a whim, but it seems that there is no such smell. Maybe the ingredients have changed, the formula has changed, or we have changed, and there is no expectation of getting together and waiting for the dishes to come out. The snacks that impressed me the most were not packaged, but sold by roadside stalls.

Hamburg, China, popularly speaking, is fried steamed bread with stinky tofu, one piece at a time. The fried round steamed bread is picked up from the black oil, cut open with scissors, and picked up a piece of stinky tofu dipping sauce.

Lean meatballs should be eaten by friends in the south. At that time, two yuan was a big bowl full and the meat was clear. Now there is only starch and seasoning powder, and I have never tasted the taste of that year again.

Miyamaru soup, this is a bit extravagant. Generally, you only need one dollar to buy two palace pills, put them in a disposable cups, pour a big bowl of soup and put some pepper. Don't mention how cool winter is.

The iron plate tenderloin, a string of ten cents, is placed on the oiled iron plate and pressed continuously with a shovel of powder wall, with a fragrance of 100 meters.

Crispy, packed in a bucket, the boss shook the handle with his left hand, and shoveled the squeezed crisp with his right hand, rolled in brown sugar powder, sweet and waxy.

The feelings at that time made me like you.

At that time, feelings were very subtle. No mobile phone, no WeChat, but QQ has risen. Secretly inquired about the QQ of the person I like, and secretly added, watching the other person's head light up on weekends, accompanied by two "cough" sounds, that kind of silly excitement is indescribable. Sitting on the parallel bars of the playground, talking about the girl you like, you can turn your head and run when you see the other person passing by. I pass notes, write love letters and give gifts. At that time, my handwriting was ok, and I helped people write ghost letters many times. The composition got high marks and was sought after many times. I have racked my brains to find words and phrases. I will always keep them in mind and help my brother write the secrets of two big stationery seriously and responsibly. Everything was really slow at that time. You can wait two days for a reply, maybe only three or four lines. You can go shopping a week in advance and no one will stand you up. We can talk about ideals after 20 years. Everyone is an ambitious and promising young man. But I always miss that slowness, that ... it's good to know you!

The entertainment at that time is still going on now.

As a good boy in the eyes of parents and teachers, he doesn't play arcade games, go to Internet cafes or skate. Speaking of it, it has always been his regret that he can't skate. A lot of things, let you try after that age, basically won't, the past is the past.

Since junior high school, Jay Chou has spread all over the corner. Sunshine, black humor, tornado, simple love, silence, the end of the world, back to the past. A capital is a classic. I've been listening and humming. My parents always say that this inarticulate song is not good. Looking back now, aren't we just like our parents? Listen to the songs of the past and laugh at the songs of the present.

Dreams swept the hard disk of students' computers. What I looked forward to most in those years was an hour of online time every day on weekends. What a wonderful thing it is to catch sea caterpillars naively and sweep the Big Wild Goose Pagoda. Now I sometimes go to the number to see, things are a dream of people, that is youth!

Memories are memories after all, and there are some mistakes. I hope everyone will criticize and correct me. At the same time, can you recite the text of that year?