This is not a peaceful village. There are many villages scattered around the village. Our village is also lucky. Because our village is not far from the town, it is also convenient to go to the market.
The population of the village is not large, but there are also many. There are about 300 families in the village, and the number of people should also be more than 1000. In 2000, I was born, and of course, I became the post-00s of many people's dreams very smoothly.
On September 13, 2000, I was very careful to get out of my mother's belly. Because I was just born, my eyes had not yet opened, so I could see nothing but darkness. I tried hard to open my mouth and cry, and I didn't want to stop crying. My mother had just given birth to me, so I shouldn't move, so my father put me in a pink blanket, Then wrap it up.
I struggled for a while and stopped crying. The blanket was soft and comfortable.
I heard my mother said weakly, "The baby is born. It's a boy, Ling Bin. Didn't you say you would choose a name for him when the baby was born?"
"Well, it's a name..." My father promised, and came to me again: "Wife, look, my son doesn't cry anymore. Why does it feel a bit strange? If someone else has a baby, he should not cry for a long time. Why is our son silent now?"
"You must have scared me. Please pick him up and see why he doesn't cry. It's really strange for you to say that!" Mother said to her father with a strong voice.
It seems that my mother still cares and loves me.
Dad walked forward again, gently opened the blanket wrapped around me, and saw that I was lying on it with my eyes closed, motionless. Apart from the warm breath of my small nose, there was no other movement.
"Alas!" Dad sighed: "Wife, we are worried too much. My son is asleep, and he is dead asleep."
"Just fall asleep. What do you think of the name you want to give him?" My mother's voice was very low, and I could hardly hear it.
"Ling Jie, how's your wife?" Dad looked at his mother's eyes and showed a fawning expression.
"Well, it's OK..." Mom paused and then said, "Would it be better to add a small one? Ling Xiaojie!"
"Well... Ling Xiaojie, OK, whatever your wife says is good!"
"Ling Bin, my son was born to you. You should take good care of him and me at the same time!"
"Well, surely, why should I treat my wife and son unfairly? Then am I still human? What do you want to eat, wife, porridge?"
"No, I don't want to eat anything now. Go and bring my son to me. I want to see my son."
"But he is asleep now!" Dad was a little embarrassed.
"It's OK. You should bring him gently. I want to watch him sleep!"
"Oh..." My father picked me up again and slowly put me in my mother's arms.
At this time, my mother was lying on her back with a high pillow, so it was easier to hold me.
"Little Jie Jie, little Jie Jie..." After her mother whispered two words, she looked at her father who was greeting the doctor and said, "Ling Bin, do you think your son will be a handsome boy when he grows up?"
The father looked at his mother, looked at himself, and said, "It should be!"
"What is supposed to be? Is it or not?" Mom asked sharply, a little angry.
"Er... yes, absolutely handsome!" Dad touched his face and said with a smile.
Mother smiled, smiling very sweet.
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The tide is rising and falling, and time is fleeting. In a twinkling of an eye, eight years have passed, and I have grown up a lot, and I am old enough to enter school.
(Some people here will wonder why I went to school at the age of 8, because this is a rural area and I go to school late. It is not the same as in the city. I entered school at the age of 6, maybe even younger)
At the age of 8, he not only grew taller, but also understood some basic knowledge of the world in his mind.
"Xiaojie, today is the first day of school. Mom will take you there." Mom helped me carry my schoolbag.
"Hmm!" I nodded, "Mom, will there be our family in the school?"
"Of course, we can learn knowledge in school, and learn to read. Only in this way can our rural talents rise to the top!" Mother said a lot in that place.
But I could not understand what she was saying. I had only one initial concept in my mind: "I will go to school to study!"
There is a primary school in our village, and it is not far from my home at all. Generally speaking, it is about 50m. It is very close, and only my home is the nearest to the school.
After walking a few steps, I came to the school gate. My mother looked at the campus and saw that there were only students on campus, and there were no parents or teachers to send students away. She bowed her head, rubbed my face with both hands, and said, "Xiaojie, you must study hard. Remember to listen to the teacher's words, and don't fight with the students. Also, you must listen to the class carefully. Your mother will test you when you come back at noon!"
I nodded.
"Well, go then, my mother will not send you!" My mother said and went home.
I finally got a chance to visit this school. The gate of the school is welded with steel, and the outside is painted with silver, which is more beautiful.
When I was young, I used to lie on the door shelf of the school, look inside and listen to the sound of reading. I was very envious. I imagined how wonderful it would be if it were me!
However, when I stand here today, I am doomed to go in. I took a step and walked in.
It is not early for primary school to start. It starts at 8 o'clock. Now it is half past seven. It is impossible to be late. What we need to look for now is the class.
The school bungalow is divided into two rows, one is located in the south, and the other is located in the north. Each row is six houses. The north row is lower grade, half grade (kindergarten) to grade 3. There are two more houses, one is empty, and the other is an old guard. South row is the senior grade, from grade 4 to grade 6, and there are two more rooms, one office and one computer room.
I walked to the south row and saw a teacher receiving people: "New students come to the teacher, and the teacher will help you assign classes!"
I walked quickly to my teacher, who was surrounded by many small students like me.
When the number of teachers was enough, Bang led a group of new students to the classroom. A moment before I entered the classroom, I saw a wooden sign on the upper right corner of the door of the classroom I was about to enter, which said -- half grade (kindergarten)
