Excellent Essays on Childhood 1

I still have my childhood in my memory, even though he has already left me.

My childhood has been dead for many years, without rebirth or giving me hope. All it seems to have given me is a shallow sadness and a thought that surprises me. Whenever I think of it, When I was a child, I would always say to my friends next to me: "Look, that's my childhood." The rest of my friends were just looking at me, scratching their heads and thinking. Once childhood is lost, there is no hope of getting it back, but fortunately, I buried it in the deepest part of my memory. It can still be found today.

I vaguely remember that the happiest thing when I was a child was walking lazily under the big tree in the field when I was tired and out of breath after walking the long road from home to the fields. Sometimes, I would take a nap under a big tree, watching my parents working in the fields, watching dragonflies dancing with butterflies, and watching cicadas tirelessly singing their own songs. Occasionally, a few grasshoppers would pass by me. When I found them, they would always jump around in confusion. Whenever I caught one, they would fly and jump as if they were facing an enemy, and I was so frightened. I quickly put their friends on the ground and reunited them. At this time, the grasshoppers disdainfully took their partners and continued towards their unknown destination.

It’s like this every day. I enjoy the shade under a big tree while my parents work in the fields. Sometimes when they are tired, they will come and rest with me, but at that time I don’t seem to like them coming. Under the big tree, because I think it is my territory and no one should intrude, but whenever I give the order to evict, they always look at me and smile, sometimes alone, sometimes in a group of people. Laugh together. I am serious, but I often fail, so I lie in my mother's arms and let him tell me stories. My mother will always take the trouble to tell me stories, even though he is very tired.

But I still don’t want to give up my territory. After the adults have taken a break, I raise my right hand high like a winner. I don’t want my territory to be violated, because I am here. Among the birds, there are my cicadas, my grasshoppers, my dragonflies and butterflies.

I love my childhood. Although he has left me long ago, he is in the deepest part of my memory and will never be erased. Excellent Childhood Prose 2

Lying in the field of red flowers under the bright sky, I raised my little feet and watched the white clouds floating in, getting closer and further away, with pairs of butterflies chasing each other, and bees chasing each other. The children are buzzing around me, go and kiss your red flowers. The little bird on the wooden telephone pole tilted its head, chirped, looked, and why didn't it go home? The sun had set, and the lambs and rabbits at home were waiting for the green grass and red flowers.

Lotuses were blooming in the clear river, and cicadas were blooming in the shade of the willow trees. As soon as noon came, we jumped into the river, played naked in the river, and touched a wooden basin in the river. Snails, catching fish and shrimps, leisurely, leisurely. Alas, my fingers turned white all afternoon and my eyes were red. I only knew that the fish in the evening was so delicious. My grandma was reluctant to bother me and told me not to go tomorrow. Tears rolled in my mother's eyes and never fell.

Climbing up a small hillside, there are a group of dolls, green grass, we are herding sheep, we sing loudly, we play hide and seek, I am the groom and she is the bride, and the red leaves of the mountain col are used as a bed. No one laughs at it. After a while it was dusk, and an adult shouted, and the day passed again.

On a rainy day, barefoot on the muddy road, a light schoolbag, a few leaky thatched cottages in the village used as classrooms, old tables and chairs, a hunchbacked teacher wearing reading glasses, late , I am the one who is often punished for standing still (who told me that the poorest person in my family wears the shabbiest clothes and has the most chores), and I am a role model. The basketball hoop on an old sycamore tree makes me really yearn for physical education. Sometimes in my dreams I can hear the sound of children's books, but there are only a few who can fly out and do great things.

The pumpkin porridge, the sweet millet, the fragrant rice, sometimes a few dark wild vegetable buns, and the last few pieces of meat in the bowl are brought in and out for weeks, you look at me, I eat it. , I am the youngest. The clear night sky, the bright moon, the twinkling stars, and the flickering fireflies can be regarded as lights! Climb hillsides, plant red flags, and catch ‘agents’. When I heard there was a movie there, my little feet flew up! I sat down on a handful of straw and stroked the little girl's pigtails in front of me. I touched her tender little hands but didn't dare to scream. Have you ever touched her?

During the long winter, it was snowing heavily outside, and the adults gathered around a stove, chatting about the coming year or which family, or staring at the pictures on the earthen wall in a daze. I didn’t understand and didn’t want to listen. I just Watching the popcorn in the foot stove, a little yellow dog bit my worn-out shoes, which had a few holes in them.

I remember one day, the wind was so strong, I was naughty and burned a straw nest of the production team with a match. My little buttocks were red, my mother tried hard to stop my father, and my grandma rubbed it. With tears in his eyes, grandpa stood up from the threshold and raised his pipe towards his father. Hey, my father is so cruel. I will have an old debt for revenge in the future, haha.

Some people say that childhood in the 1960s and 1970s was a gray area, no, not entirely.

At least our generation has the most innocent childishness. The stories of childhood flashed through my dreams, passed by, passed by - I can’t go back! Excellent Childhood Prose 3

The childhood longed for in dreams is free,

Running barefoot and carefree,

The rape blossoms are in full bloom. In the fields,

Green and golden,

Reveling in the warm sunshine,

Immersed in the refreshing breeze,

Stepping on Holding the petals, smelling the fragrance,

Clicking the fingers, reciting the numbers,

How much do bees and butterflies know?

Occasional mistakes call:

Innocent smiles, happy laughter,

The childhood of play, the childhood of nature.

The childhood I long for in my dreams is fantasy,

I hold my head and think endlessly,

In the time and space where the compass is placed,

Silly, drunk and foolish,

Intoxicated under the magical fruit trees,

Immersed in the magical universe,

Staring, watching Pointer,

Tilting his head, looking at the apple,

What is time and space?

The moment of enlightenment calls out:

Artistic inspiration, scientific innovation,

Wonderful childhood, interesting childhood.

The childhood pursued in the dream is real,

Swaying with the oar and rippling in the wind,

In the south of the Yangtze River shrouded in moonlight and rain,

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Smoke curls, foggy,

Intoxicated under the ancient bridge of history,

Immersed in the poetry and painting of nature,

Holding Poems, listening to the crow of apes,

Looking for the bells, looking for the footprints,

Where is the classroom?

The momentary feelings tell:

The true meaning of the world, the truth of practice,

The childhood of experience, the childhood of exploration. Excellent Childhood Prose 4

In the Amigai year, the sunny slope is the grassland, and the shady slope is the forest. In spring and summer, the weather is getting hotter, the snow line on the top of the mountain is moving, the water is gurgling in the gullies, and the gurgling mountains The stream winds around the pine roots and plays the melodious and lingering rhyme of the piano. The mountainside is thick with bushes and lush. Large tracts of virgin forest are green with pines and cypresses, blocking out the sky and the sun. In the flat areas, the slopes are covered with green grass, cattle and sheep. In steep places, there are overlapping mountains and winding paths. On the top of the mountain, the snow lotus shines brightly and dominates the scene. In the mountains and forests, there are animals such as roe deer, deer, and foxes, and birds such as blue-eared pheasants, eagles, skylarks, and snow chickens inhabit. These rare birds and animals represent the great celebration of the animal world. Various Chinese herbal medicines such as Qianghuo, Phellodendron, Adenophora, Astragalus, Bupleurum, Genie, Cordyceps, Pinellia ternata are all over the mountains and fields. Mountain delicacies such as mushrooms, strawberries, ground fungus, and morels are also abundant. Being there gives you a powerful impact on your vision and hearing, making you feel relaxed and happy, and you won't want to leave.

Qin had the opportunity to go to the Amigenian Grassland to dig up the roots of the Firecracker Flower, hoping to exchange it for some pocket money. The Firecracker Flower was not a golden coral, but a Genie plant. The locals called it the Firecracker Flower. Because its flower looks like a firecracker flower, it is called that. Several thin rhizomes are connected to the root twisted to the left and twisted into a longitudinal wrinkle shape. The root is about forty to fifty millimeters thick and long. It is commonly known as the left-twisted root and can be used as medicine. It can dispel rheumatism, reduce deficiency heat, and relieve pain. It is mainly used to treat rheumatoid arthritis, low-grade fever, and infantile malnutrition and fever.

On the grassland in July, the soil is hot and the air is also hot. Also going to dig medicine was Qin's companion Qian. On the broad grassland, in the lonely ravine, the two of them dug with picks and picks under the scorching sun every day, and the little blue-purple trumpets blossomed. Flowers are dotted all over the grassland, like strings of firecrackers. The flowers blooming all over the field are in full bloom, and the soft vines dancing in the wind seem to attract blue sparks, spreading all over the grassland, giving it to the grassland. Added a lot of mystery. The light vines and fragrant fragrance spread, intoxicating the grassland and the sun. However, the blue-purple fairies were destroyed one by one under their feet. The little fairies with green vines and purple calyx were ruined by us, and the dazzling little flowers were torn into pieces in clusters of purple and blue. The firecrackers silently ended their flamboyant beauty. The little life withered under the scorching sun in less than a quarter of an hour, and its silent blooming splendor was ended by our own hands. This romantic purple pistil withered like this, which is indeed a bit cruel when I think about it.

At noon, they ate some dry food they had brought with them, lay in the embrace of the grassland, and laughed at the dancing grass and the rolling clouds. Pull out a few blooming flowers of Gentilium chinensis, slowly close and pinch the front ends of the flowers, and the stamens will be filled with gas. When you move your hands slightly, they will make a soft sound, like firecrackers set off by children, playing with them for fun. Noisy.

At this time, the grassland is particularly charming, with soft clouds floating in the sky. The pony on the hillside not far away shakes its trimmed mane, with wild fire shining in its eyes. It runs and chases all the way, raising its hind hooves. Playing with each other, fighting with each other; neighing, hoofbeats, jingle bells, the horses are getting closer and closer, the shepherds on horseback whistle long, the sound of hoofbeats matches the loud voice And, whizzing like the wind from one hilltop to another.

As the breeze blew slowly, they walked on the green grassland and looked at the achievements in their satchels. They suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of happiness, pride, elation and forgetfulness. But no, they calculated that a pound of dried rhinoceros could cost more than 4 cents, and they could dig out two or three pounds a day. If this continued, they could earn new clothes for themselves or their younger siblings in a few days. When talking about the excitement, Qian started dancing, but accidentally stepped on a puddle of cow dung and slipped, making her whole body smelly. Seeing Qian's embarrassment, Qin couldn't help laughing, and they lay on the grass. After laughing enough, he pulled some grass everywhere and wiped the cow dung from Qian's body. After working for a long time, he set off on his way back. At this time, groups of cattle and sheep spread out quietly on the top of the mountain, as if embracing the blue sky, with flowers blooming like white clouds. At this moment, in the fiery red sky, there is a lonely and extremely spiritual white yak running wildly on the grassland, chasing the setting sun. A picture of the ox's back falling into the setting sun jumps into view. After a while the red sun gently set into the splendens bushes. It's like stepping into wonderland.

The scenery in front of me is extremely familiar and friendly. The shepherdess in the Tibetan house in the distance wears a long robe, with half of it thrown over her belly. A few strands of pigtails float behind her head like a waterfall. The shepherdess sings melodiously. The pastoral songs that have been passed down through the ages fly in the hearts of the shepherds; Maomao Mountain is deep in the mountains. Dots of cooking smoke, tents, houses, and huts are dotted in the ditches and forks, which seem to tell the vicissitudes of the herdsmen for thousands of years; the caves and wells left by the gold diggers scattered there are empty, lonely, and miserable, as if telling the story of those days. The bitterness of Shava. The night is low, the cold wind is blowing through the clothes, looking up at the sky here through the thin clouds, the night and the grassland are endless...

With a faint connection with this flower, the wild fields are drifting away with the wind. Countless times of dreaming on the grassland, an impulse to have the flower of childhood again always haunts Qin, lingering... Excellent Childhood Prose 5

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The mission is to play with your friends!

I was naive at that time,

My thought was to simply play!

That was me when I was young,

Purity is the journey of all life!

Until one day, she said to me: "My child, you are no longer young."

I finally knew that I wanted to work hard towards my goal;

I want to declare war on my opponents;

I want to fight towards my ideals;

I want to look towards my future.

I am no longer a child, at that time, I have become a girl, but I don’t want to admit it!

Even though, I often fantasize, I am still living in my eight-year-old life!

Time silently proved that I was no longer young. At that time, childhood had said goodbye to me. I also asked her: "Will you come back?"

You may think this is childish! She said: "In silence, you will know!"

Time proved to me bit by bit that I was no longer young. At that time, childhood passed me by.

It's just a thin line, but it can't be crossed!

Final: I have to admit that my childhood no longer belongs to me, it is just the most beautiful memory! Now, it is still waiting for me to grasp it; the future is still waiting for me to create it.

I also want to say that that is my dream, the most beautiful dream, the truest dream, and the most unforgettable dream!

I have to say: "Goodbye, childhood!" Excellent Childhood Prose 6

Looking out the window, cicadas are whispering

Suddenly, I woke up Many memories

Originally there were no traces, but I remembered them

It was her, so beautiful

A melodious melody

Childhood treasure A little ditty

A drunken drizzle

Unbridled play

A little mermaid

Can’t let go of Andersen’s pen

The swaying 38th Parallel

When has there ever been a distance?

The sun

The clouds

The breeze

Drizzle

A perfect opera

Helpless

Flowers fall

In the passing years

Happiness is gradually getting old

Traces of the past

Faint laughter

The heart is playing in the dream

The dream is crying in the heart

Ah, childhood

Where have you been?

In the vermilion door

Close the past

Feet

The bluestone slabs you stepped on

are already stained with rust

The sunlight is faint

Giving you a period of cold comfort

Locked in the fragrance of loneliness

Ah, childhood, where did you go? Excellent childhood prose 7

Another year is here In midsummer, the scorching heat was everywhere. The high temperature forced my boss to take a few days off. I just took this opportunity to go back to my hometown to visit my parents. The place where I work is four hours' drive from home. The journey is quite long. I don't have the habit of sleeping in the car. Every time I sit in the car, I stare blankly at the people and scenery on the roadside. This time is no exception. . There were very few people in the car. Perhaps the heat made people reluctant to go out. There were only four people in the huge car. The driver was with me, and there was a young mother with a little boy. The driver probably knew the lady and kept chatting there, while the little boy was tired from playing and was sleeping quietly in the seat next to her. Looking at my sleeping child and looking out the window at the way home, I slowly recalled what I was like when I was a child.

My grandparents raised me when I was a kid. I don’t know how old I was. I was there as long as I can remember and didn’t leave until I went to kindergarten. One time my mother came back to see me, and I had no memory at all. She wanted to hug me, but I avoided her. She asked me to call her, but I held it in for a long time and couldn't get out the word "Mom". Later, my mother stayed one night and left in a hurry the next day. My grandma and the others treated this matter as a joke and always wanted to tell it to me intentionally or unintentionally, which made me embarrassed for a long time.

My grandparents were typical farmers. At that time, the countryside was not like it is now. There were many inconveniences and there were not many entertainment methods. It was nothing more than mixing mud with sand and knocking wood with bamboo. At that time, I often went to the fields with my grandpa and the others, lying on the big rocks on the roadside and feeling the temperature of the sun. Many times I followed my grandmother and they could only watch me infatuatedly, because farming seems simple, but in fact there are many ways to do it. I could only help a little bit when planting seeds, but the two old men did most of the work. At that time, in addition to going to the fields, I also went up the mountain with my grandfather to dig mountain goods and cut firewood. When chopping firewood, my grandpa would chop down suitable trees with an axe. While chopping, he would hum the folk songs here. The more he hummed, the stronger the ax would go down. I would listen to my grandpa humming the song while picking up some dead trees on the ground. Branches serve as kindling. What I like most is digging for mountain goods. Every time I dig something, I feel an inexplicable sense of pride. At that time, I was a good at digging "brown buns", but now, I seem to have forgotten that thing. Sometimes, herbs and tree barks are not yet in season, and there is enough firewood. At that time, I am not allowed to go up the mountain alone. Grandpa and the others said: There are also "hairy worms" that can itch to death if touched in the mountains. The human "old boy" and the wild boar with tusks. I didn't know whether I was scared or obedient at that time, but I didn't go into the forest anyway. When I was bored, I played on some big rocks in the field and climbed around. But then the weather got hotter and hotter, and the rocks became hot, so I had no choice but to go back to the house to escape the heat.

I remember that my uncle and my mother bought a large color TV together, the kind with a large antenna pot attached. However, that TV brought new joy to my childhood. . Television was a semi-rare species at the time, and I was lucky enough to have a large color TV at the time.

At that time, television was a novelty for me, and television programs were better than now. I felt that the TV series at that time were all high-quality products, such as "Kangxi Dynasty", "Prime Minister Liu Luoguo", "Journey to the West", "Black Cat Sheriff" and so on Later, "The Legend of Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit" brought different happiness to my childhood. Among them, the one that impressed me the most is "Journey to the West"! According to my grandmother's later description, there was a power outage and there was no TV to watch. I cried and called "Brother Monkey" and "Master" to recite my lines, which made the neighborhood uneasy that day.

After reading "Journey to the West" in the middle of summer, Tang Monk was not eaten by the goblin after all, and Zhu Bajie did not marry Miss Gao in the end. The heat of summer has finally passed, and autumn is slowly approaching, and we are about to begin harvesting corn in the golden season. There are only a few days for harvesting. We need to unite with the villagers and help one family harvest. After harvesting, peel and twist off the corn, and then go to help another family. The corn collected during the day is piled in the house. If the harvest is good, it can fill several rooms. The piles are piled high into several hills. Everyone is happy when they see it. I am rolling around on the corn pile and enjoying the harvest. The joy of celebrating the harvest of food. The way adults celebrate is different. The way my grandma celebrates is to "beat" a few grids of tofu with the newly harvested soybeans. Sell ??a few, and then keep a few at home to make "moulded tofu" or smoke them into cubes. I like to eat soy products very much. The tofu made by my grandma is the best in the village. I have to work during the day and making tofu can only be done at night. I am usually very sleepy, but when my grandma makes tofu At that time, my energy was extremely good. My excitement was actually waiting for a delicious food - tofu curd. It was already late at night when my grandma had finished cooking the soy milk. Before putting the tofu into molds, she would always scoop me a bowl of tofu curd and put a little honey on it. It was sweet and tender, and I ate it hot and deliciously before falling asleep for a few hours. Today, when food is abundant, tofu is considered a very common ingredient. However, at that time, the backward production technology and lack of materials made a few boxes of plain tofu extremely precious.

Autumn passed in the midst of harvest and busyness, the seasons turned leisurely, and winter arrived calmly. The harvest in autumn gives people the confidence to have a good year and also brings longing for the coming year. The Chinese New Year is the most grand festival of the year, when China and the country celebrate together and the whole family is happy. It should have left a deep impression on me, but now I have no impression at all of the New Year celebrations at that time. But I think I should still be very happy.

In my childhood, the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter rotated. Slowly I grew up, left my grandma and grandpa, and came to another place, living with my strict father and kind mother. I met my grandpa, whom I had heard of but never seen, and my idle second uncle. .

Thinking carefully about my past, a TV series is a world to me. I can watch a story and enjoy a lot of joy. The joy of harvest always makes me excited. I feel happy eating the bland tofu, forgetting about the past New Year and looking forward to another year.

Memories always kill time, but when my mind wanders to my childhood, I have reached my destination when I return to reality. I hired a motorcycle on the street and ran along the national highway for ten minutes. The old house next to a bend became my home. Excellent Childhood Prose 8

Every spring, in order to encourage children to dig wild vegetables in the mountains to feed chickens and ducks, the encouraging words of every family are: Whoever digs more wild vegetables will get more during the Dragon Boat Festival. Eggs and duck eggs. For this reward, children from every family took the initiative to carry vegetable baskets and go to the mountains to dig wild vegetables after school. At that time, children's learning was not as important as it is now. As for how well you studied and whether you completed your homework, adults never asked, let alone assigning homework, tutoring, and checking homework.

After school, I gathered a few friends and hurried up the mountain. They were laughing and having fun along the way, and their childlike innocence was floating in the mountains in early spring. In the evening, carrying a basket full of wild vegetables, singing the arias of a revolutionary Peking Opera model, and going home amidst the smoke from the cooking pots, it was so pleasant.

On this day, as usual, I went up the mountain to dig wild vegetables with my friends. As we were walking, suddenly a bird flew away from a big tree. Everyone was surprised. They collectively looked up into the tree and found a bird's nest among the branches of the tree. , shouted almost simultaneously: There are eggs in the nest.

Xiao Fuzi is a master of climbing trees, how could he let go of the temptation in the bird's nest. He threw down the vegetable basket, spit into the palm of his hand, walked to the tree, changed his hands for a while, and in a blink of an eye he was near the bird's nest. He first knocked the bird's nest a few times with his hand, fearing that there would be a big bird or snake in the bird's nest. After waiting for a while and seeing that there was nothing unusual, he boldly reached into the bird's nest.

There were only two eggs in the bird's nest, which made him a little disappointed, but it was better than nothing. On the tree, Xiao Fuzi happily showed off to us.

Usually Xiao Fuzi can walk up and down trees almost as easily as walking on flat ground, but today he has two more bird eggs on his hands, which makes it more difficult to get down. The upper part with branches is okay, but the lower part Without the branches, there is nothing he can do. But Xiao Fuzi really had an idea: put the bird eggs in his mouth. This frees up both hands to climb down the trunk.

Perhaps he was overly excited and eager to show us the results of his victory. When he was about one meter above the ground, Xiao Fuzi loosened his hands and jumped down from the tree. Everyone hurried over to see what was new, but Xiao Fuzi pushed away everyone, squatted aside and started vomiting. The friends thought he jumped and broke it, so they hurried over to take a look and saw colorful vomiting. land.

It turns out that when Xiao Fuzi jumped down from the tree, his mouth couldn't help but tighten up and down due to the reaction force of the ground. How could the thin bird's egg skin withstand such a blow? His mouth was filled with tears.

Everyone laughed together, but Xiao Fuzi lost his usual liveliness and tears actually fell from his eyes. For this reason, Xiao Fuzi hasn’t dug wild vegetables with us for a long time. Excellent Childhood Prose 9

The neighbor’s little stone is a famous naughty bag, full of weird ideas.

One Sunday afternoon, we went up the mountain to dig wild vegetables as usual, and Xiao Shitou was lucky enough to pick up four bird eggs. He carefully placed the eggs in the middle of the vegetable basket, fearing that the eggs would be broken. In the middle of the afternoon, we all dug a basket full of wild vegetables, and walked home happily one by one. Xiao Shitou didn't say much, and his expression was always happy. After arriving at the village, they went home.

In the evening, I was preparing to eat. Suddenly Shitou’s mother hurried into my house. Before she could stop, she asked me: Did you go home after digging vegetables and play with Little Shitou? Little Shitou disappeared. I said I wasn't with him when I got home. Mom is a warm-hearted person. While urging me not to eat, she quickly helped Shitou’s mother to look for it at other friends’ houses. At the same time, she thought of places for Shitou’s mother that the stone could go to—such as grandma’s house or aunt’s house. She also kept comforting Shitou’s mother that she didn’t want to eat. Be anxious, maybe he'll be back soon. Shitou's mother was already in a panic, talking incoherently - where can I get this child? He never goes out without saying hello, etc., he said over and over again. Finally, my father came up with an idea: go to the village radio station and ask the announcer to broadcast it. Maybe other people in the village can see it. After a while, the big loudspeaker on the big tree at the east end of the village broadcast the message of looking for small stones.

The sky slowly became dark, but there was no shadow of Little Stone, and no one provided any information about Little Stone. Shitou's mother was so anxious that she cried loudly at home. Shitou's father went out and looked for him like a headless fly. Shitou's uncle, aunt, and neighbors divided their forces into several groups and almost turned over the entire village, including the back mountain. The pond and the large well at the west end of the village were explored several times with long stalks, but in the end they all yielded no results.

When everyone was at a loss, someone shouted in the yard: The stone is here. Everyone rushed to the yard like a swarm, and saw the second uncle from the south yard shining a flashlight on the warehouse. Everyone looked in according to the light of the flashlight, and saw the little stone sitting in the corner of the warehouse like an old monk meditating. Both hands clearly held four bird eggs.

It turns out that Xiao Shitou heard about it from somewhere that you can hatch chicks using your body temperature. Today he picked up four bird eggs, and on the way home, he kept thinking about hatching them into chicks. , so after returning home, he put down the vegetable basket, took out the bird eggs and went into the barn. Unexpectedly, he fell asleep while sitting there, causing a scandal in the whole village. Excellent Childhood Essays 10

Ke Jing and I are the two youngest in the class. We usually belong to the group that is bullied and rarely speaks, but we both study very well, no matter how little we are. We both remember the cultural classes, those current affairs, politics, and important news very clearly.

At that time, the standard for judging whether a student was good or bad was not based on your academic performance, but on your political thoughts (how could you form such thoughts at such a young age), and mainly on your participation in labor ( At that time, the enthusiasm of "Five. Seven Road") and the completion of tasks assigned by the school such as: pulling out grass, retting green manure, picking up manure, etc. (complete the specified amount within the specified time and deliver it to the school like public food), as long as If you complete these tasks well, you are a good student, and you can join the ranks of the first few batches of red soldiers. Ke Jing and I can't do anything about the students who are 3-5 years older than us. As for the various tasks assigned. We almost never completed the task, especially me. By the time we joined the Red Soldier team, there were almost no people in our class who were not Red Soldiers.

The classroom was quiet. The students were all concentrating on their morning self-study. As usual, the cable broadcast on the telephone pole outside the classroom was chattering about the good situation and the deeds of heroes on various fronts, as well as the "fake, big, and empty" bubbles. In fact, our morning self-study is not to complete any cultural homework, but to study the so-called politics-not the latest instructions from the elderly, but the reports of important meetings, etc. Now it seems that these are not only a waste of studies and precious study time, but also a feeling of accepting ignorance and being deceived.

The broadcast is broadcast by the commune radio station every morning, lunch and evening. Three times, each time there is a notice of the end of this broadcast and the time of the next broadcast. Since we listen to it every day, these clichés have long since worn our ears into cocoons.

The end time of the morning broadcast was coming, and I didn’t know what was going on at that time. I couldn’t help but follow the announcer and say the closing words: "The first broadcast of this site is now over." What’s even more amazing is that Mr. Ke Jing He actually followed my words and said the second half of the sentence together with the announcer: "See you at 11:25."

The classroom was silent for a moment, and the classmates burst into laughter in unison. You can imagine our embarrassment at that time.