When I was three and a half years old, I left my grandma’s house and went to school with my mother.

At that time, the village primary school teachers were all on a charter system, that is, one teacher led a class of students, and all courses were taught by this teacher. In my mother’s class, I was arranged to sit at the desk with a poor skinny girl.

The squad leader is a sturdy tall girl, and she quietly pulled me aside during class, saying that you are the daughter of the garbage mother at the same table.

I feel that my heart is hurt. They do n’t play with this girl. Why should I sit with her? Before class, I opened her teeth and paws, made a fierce look, and scared her back to the wall. I did n’t really want to beat her, I just wanted to scare her before entering the classroom, so that she would not sit with me.

As soon as she wanted to leave the corner, I scared her. However, all her efforts fell short of the moment her mother entered the classroom. She asked the thin girl to sit back and prepare for the class.

I was unhappy throughout the class. As soon as my mother turned to write on the blackboard, I scared the girl and let her go away. Soon, my mother discovered the problem. She asked why the girl always stood up and didn’t sit well in her seat? The thin girl glanced at me without daring to say anything. Mom immediately understood.

After class, she called me to the office and asked me why I bullied my classmates? I blinked my eyes, afraid that my mother would scold me. She said: “You want to be an honest child and tell your mother what’s going on?” So, I told the story from beginning to end.

As I said, I couldn’t help crying. After listening to it, my mother wiped tears for me and said patiently: “Her mother has no work and is already very pitiful. She has to pick up the tatters to pay her tuition and send her to school. Isn’t she more pitiful? Are you right? “I nodded and thought my mother said something reasonable. That should be the first time in my life that I felt “shame”.

Ten minutes between classes, my mother will cut apples for me. That day, she was peeling apple peels at the door of the office as usual. I lazily leaned on the door and crossed the railing of the corridor to see other students playing on the playground. At this moment, a magical thing happened. My mother peeled the broken apple peel on the ground and disappeared without a trace. My mother and I felt very strange.

In order to figure out where the apple peel was, I stared attentively on the ground. Sure enough, after more than ten seconds, the piece of apple peel began to move in the direction of the classroom. Amazing! I quietly followed the apple peel, and the result surprised me. I quickly shouted: “Mom, come and see!”

When my mother ran over and saw the scene in front of her, she was as surprised as I was. The skinny girl was lying on the corner by the classroom door, holding a freshly peeled apple peel in her hand. She quickly picked up the thin girl, took it to the office, and let me play outside for a while.

I do n’t know what my mother is saying to her. I ’m very curious, and I do n’t want to go to the playground to play. I have been wandering in the hallway outside the classroom. Until the skinny girl came out, I saw her holding half a freshly cut apple.

After rushing into the office, I pulled my mother and asked, “Is she picking apple peels to eat?” Mother nodded. The thin girl told her that she saw an apple peel on the ground a few days ago and did n’t know what it was. She picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. After tasting it felt delicious, so she did n’t go to the playground every day after class. Play, when the classmates in the classroom are gone, she lies on the ground and stealthily eats apple peel.

I was so surprised, and asked, “Don’t she know what Apple is?” Mom touched my head and said, “There are still many things in this world that we don’t know. Her family is poor and she must have never bought an apple.” Give it to her, she does n’t know it is normal. But the things on the ground are a lot of dust, and it is easy to have stomach pains after eating. I told her not to pick up the apple peel in the future. Would you like to give her a little bit of daily apples to eat? ? “

To be honest, I am not very happy. Parents and parents are reluctant to eat the apples bought at home, and often there are some injured places or insect eyes, so my mother will cut off the broken places and give them to me. However, the girl didn’t know the apple, and said that the apple peel on the ground was delicious. I felt a little embarrassed in my heart. After thinking for a long time, I said to my mother: “Can I divide her again every two days?” The mother smiled. She did not criticize me for being selfish, but praised me as a kind child.

Since that day, I have never bullied a thin girl, and of course, I have not become friends with her.

However, I no longer play with the fat monitor and other classmates. Those gossips are too annoying. I don’t like all of them. After class, I will sit alone in my mother’s office, miss grandma and grandpa, miss tigers, and miss those carefree times.

As the days passed, there was not much difference between returning to my parents and my grandma ’s house, because my mother would also grow vegetables after work, and she also had chickens. I could still follow them happily and pick at the well Water, go to the field to observe the flowers and fruits of vegetables. I can also help my mother feed the chickens. After all, I have mastered this skill proficiently with my grandmother.

The only difference is that there is no tiger at home, and no one can stay by my side, wait for me, and obey my instructions.

At that time, we lived in the courtyard. There were many children of the same age. When the parents went to work, we were free to play in the courtyard. But I am still not used to taking the initiative to find other children to play with. If no one comes to call me, I will sit at home and watch the “Three Hundred Tang Poems” that my father bought me. There are many pictures in it. I can read Pinyin After reading those verses, the entire book was memorized in less than a year.

Now I want to come, my mother’s teaching method in the village is really a quality education. She does not extend and expand too much content, but just sticks to the teaching materials so that all students can grasp the basic knowledge firmly.

During class, all classmates will raise their hands actively to answer questions. I sat in the first row. I often forgot to call the teacher in class because of the struggle to answer. I shouted: “Mom, I will answer.” The other children also anxiously shouted, “Mom, I will answer!” Never bias who, if you answer this question, the next question will be asked by another child.

I can understand all the lessons taught by my mother. Occasionally there is a wrong question, she will explain it again until we figure it out. We all want to score full marks, so the children with mistakes in the homework will stand in a row after class and take turns telling mother the correct solution. As long as she is right, she will change the fork into a hook and give us 100 points . Everyone was happy to return to their seats with their workbooks with full marks, and they were very satisfied.

Although there are only two classes in the school and only one teacher in each class, we have not omitted any subject. In the art class, my mother will teach us to draw stick figures; in the music class, she will step on the organ and teach us to sing the children’s songs in the music textbook. Every June 1st Children’s Day, the class also organizes performances. My mother painted Xinjiang caps with colored pencils and pinned them to her hair. All the classmates participated in the activities. The actors and audience were all in their own classes. Classmates, they had a great time.

However, the village primary school where my mother works can only go to the second grade of elementary school. After that, she has to transfer to the central school. After a serious family meeting, my parents decided to send me to a key elementary school in the city.

After that, my dad would take me to school by bike in the morning, and then pick me up by bike after school. I have little communication with my classmates.

On the first day from the village primary school to the key elementary school, I felt a huge shock in my heart. Teachers in the city are different from their mothers. They will say a lot of strange words that have not appeared in the textbooks in the classroom. I simply cannot understand the meaning of the new words, but the teacher will not stop to explain. I looked at the other students around me and they did not respond. I don’t know if they can understand it, but when asking questions in class, almost no children raised their hands.

There is also a reading lesson before school, and the teacher sends a newspaper to each pupil to study on his own. I think those words that they don’t understand are probably learned from this. I took the class very seriously and read hard, but after a day, I felt very difficult to learn. There was too much knowledge beyond the textbook. I could n’t understand it immediately or write it down.

Returning home with deep frustration, I said to my parents that the school in the city is too difficult. I have a lot of things that I do n’t understand, and the teacher does n’t care if we all understand it. Finished. The students still have to read a lot of extracurricular readings, and I don’t know many words on them. I do n’t like the schools in the city. When the teacher asked questions, the students were silent. When the teacher wrote the blackboard, there were a lot of small talks. After the whole class, it seemed to always talk about classroom discipline.

My parents comforted me, and if I didn’t understand it, I wrote it down and asked the teacher after class. In fact, there is no way to ask the teacher. I ca n’t remember what I do n’t understand, and the teacher will leave after class.

I fell into another lonely situation.