The schoolbag bears three different generations of campus stories.

Editor's Note: Everyone has an educational past in their hearts, and they all have some stories about the school. Used stationery, backed schoolbags, have gradually become white, old or unseen in the polishing of time, but the outlines of those stories are still vivid and vivid, reminding us that they really existed. Even a small backpack hides more or less memories. The little stories in these memories are like a small drop of water, reflecting the glorious development of education and the motherland's breathing and common destiny for 60 years.
The scorpion of Xiaolang Lang In the 1950s, Muzizi was my loyal partner, and I spent a wonderful time in the village. Whenever you see it, childhood fun will come to the forefront, and the body and mind will be gently lifted by the great happiness.
In the Spring of the school, early in the morning, my father carried the dowry left by his grandmother - a dilapidated drawer (old desk), I took a big bench and went to the village near the door. My father handed me over to the teacher. Since then, I have been promoted to a student by the "Bag Niu Wa".
At that time, we didn't have schoolbags. The learning tools like schoolbags were mostly boxes. There are thin wooden nails, bamboo pieces, and paper paste, all kinds of styles, all of which are products of self-reliance. Even a well-off person has only one pocket sewn with old cotton cloth as a school bag. My home is close to the school. On the way back and forth, I either hold the book in front of me or I am caught in the armpit. Fortunately, there were only two textbooks, namely, Chinese and arithmetic, plus a "shadow" for the use of a word, a brush, a party, and no other school supplies.
My primary school enlightenment teacher is a local person. Although I only graduated from high school and small age, I was considered a cultural person at that time. The seniority is still the elders of many of our students. Therefore, we are particularly strict with us. The teacher-student relationship at the time was like a cat and a mouse. I remember that after I first received the new book, I was very happy. I wrapped it in thick paper and was afraid of being dirty or damaged. However, despite the pledge of the book, it is inevitable that when there is ink and curling, it will be severely punished by the teacher. Under deterrence, I always want to have a book-bound thing. So, I decided to be self-reliant and make a school bag.
This day is Sunday, I went to the small shop to discuss half a box of cigarettes, folded into a rectangular box, then glued with a paste, a layer of thick paper around, and then the prizes obtained in the final exam - teacher A chrysanthemum painted with red water was attached to the front, two eyes were drilled, and the first bag was born. I put it on my shoulder and it feels like the whole world is beckoning to me. But it didn't last long, and it didn't take long, it was forced to "lay off".
My desire for the bag and the cherishment touched my father's beloved heart. He reluctantly gave me the wooden bag of the grandmother's jewelry and gave it to me as a "bag." The scorpion is exquisite and beautiful, the workmanship is fine, and the cover is equipped with a dark bolt. It is not only safe, but also has the same function as the current school bag. The paper and ink pen can all be installed, and can also be equipped with stones, gyros and other toys. This wooden bag "school bag" looks very cumbersome, but its exquisite appearance and hidden organs have attracted the curiosity, envy and envy of the students, especially those older than me.
Once, I came to the school early, put the "shoulder bag" on the desk, and went to the playground to practice the drum. When the preparatory bell of the class rang, I hurried back to the classroom, and when I opened the lid, a two-foot-like snake-like thing came into view. Then, it climbed into my hand, slippery, iced, and then slipped on my instep and slipped away. Suddenly, I was scared to go backwards and again, I was overwhelmed, my hands were soft, and the whole scorpion fell to the ground, slamming, and the most beloved party was broken into two halves. I haven't returned to God yet, and the classmates sitting in the back row snickered and immediately caused a big laugh. Later, I took a closer look and it turned out to be a big yellow cockroach. After this incident, I was at the ends of the scorpion, drilling my eyes, putting on the belt, and always staying on my shoulders everywhere, never leaving.
It’s funny, this false alarm also made me blessed in disguise. From then on, my “school bag” is also famous. I remember that every time I went on an outing, the teacher would always discuss with me, use my "shoulder bag" to install a comic book and bring it to the field to avoid damage on the way. Of course, the school has new books, and I am often the "first month in the water", not only in the school priority reading, but sometimes can take home to see. When the school built the Young Pioneers, the whole school students went to Shuangheguan Primary School, which was 20 miles away, to take the oath. The teacher also used my "shoulder bag" to carry everyone's "Oath".
The simple and cumbersome "school bag" once brought me a lot of convenience and happiness, but also ruthlessly made me. I remember when I was in the fourth grade, I wrote an essay titled "A Letter to the Uncle of the Peasant". Because my brushwork is still barely passable, the teacher asked me to copy it with a brush and post it. At noon, the teacher handed me the revised draft, and I placed it in the raft. After eating lunch, I was preparing to copy and open the scorpion and found that the draft was missing. I was so anxious that I was about to cry. I was preparing to take the raft out of the raft. As a result, I opened it and saw that the draft had somehow stuck in the face. It was up, I was relieved.
Time flies, flowing like water. In the twinkling of an eye, I have entered the age of ancient times, and it is my turn to take care of my grandson to go to school. Most of the learning tools when I was a child were lost, but the "school bag" that gave me joy and trouble was treasured to this day. Whenever I see the inconspicuous wooden raft, the funny things of childhood will come to the forefront, lingering, and the body and mind will be gently lifted by the great happiness.
My first bag in the summer vacation of the wooden scorpion bag is a hundred 衲 cloth bag. In 1975, my eldest sister married, and almost everyone in the family took advantage of it. The brother-in-law sent a lot of cloth, colors and samples, and it was rich in my family. Most of these cloths gave my sister a new wedding dress and a new quilt. But my mother used some of it, and our brothers and sisters took the opportunity to make new clothes. My school bag is made of the corners of these new clothes.
On both sides of the bag, one side is really good, white; one side is khaki, blue; the cloth inside is a bit gray, I can't name it, it is very thin, the stitches are very thin, only slightly denser than the mosquito net; The "cover" of the schoolbag is the "corduroy" of the top, and the corduroy is extravagant and glory. Whoever marries a woman, if the man does not send corduroy, then this marriage may be a bit embarrassing. My mother gave me a piece of corduroy to make a schoolbag. It is obvious that I went to school and was in the weight of her old man's mind.
This bag has been with me for 3 years. In fact, if you can make up the seams, you can still carry them back. The problem is that my vanity is very strong. I watch people have good books and straight eyes. A few times, my mother sewed at night, and I sneaked away the next day. I repeatedly made this kind of "small action". I wanted to force me to buy a new bag for me. I didn't expect him to give me a Ear scraping, said: "Your mother is sewing at night, you will get ruined during the day, read three years of etiquette, what kind of ghost book you read, Mo read, come back with me to cut the grass and see the cow."
My cousin, like me, was awkward with my uncle, and my cousin was self-reliant. I cut half of the bamboo from the mountain, cut out two pieces, borrowed the plane from the carpenter, and smeared the oil and removed the rubber on the slingshot. The ribs are tied, and the book is clipped into the bamboo board, backed on the back, and the ass is smashed, it is simply too sullen. I am very envious, and I have made some improvements, and at the other end of the "school bag", I circled a few laps to make it easy to pick up books. My cousin is awkward, and I followed suit, attracting many partners to pursue, almost leading a fashion trend of school bags. But this fashion is just a wind. This "shoulder bag" can hardly cover the book, the book is very slippery, the bamboo board is also very slippery, carrying it to school, and after a few moments, the book will fall. The road was full of rice fields, the book fell in, the water and mud of a book, I was so anxious to cry, crying, immediately angered in the "school bag", biting the teeth, giving up the strength of feeding, throwing it I went to the deep pond.
After this, it was a long time, I didn't have a school bag. In fact, what I think about is the yellow bag. I am fighting with my mother, she fills the bag, I tear the bag, it is for this yellow bag. The yellow bag in my dream is made of canvas. It has a cover and a five-pointed star. It is separated by two layers. It is the same as the yellow bag on the back of the Uncle Liberation Army. It is the popular color of the whole era. After the bamboo "bag" was thrown away, I screwed it up with me, as long as the yellow bag. On the one hand, I am dead, on the other hand, I tell him the truth: there are so many things for reading, books, pens, rulers, compasses, and triangles have to be installed. I think about it, I think it is right. So, he gave me a preferential policy: this summer, you can not go to firewood, cattle, you earn money to buy a schoolbag.
The scorching sun is burning like fire, and the wild rice is half-caught. What is the best business in the summer vacation? Sell ​​popsicles. My second sister did this business every summer vacation, and her tuition was all earned.
The yellow bag of the supply and marketing cooperative is a piece of fifty cents. I counted it. If I sell it for half a month, I can buy it back. So, I took the ice box from the second sister's back, set off early in the morning, approved 50 popsicles, went to the lower house of the village, Zuo Zhuang right house, carrying a popsicle box that was almost heavier than myself, went away, turned and turned Shouting and shouting, wandering for a morning, one did not sell. Back home at noon, the second sister said: "Good morning, who buys? The sun is the most poisonous at noon, it is best to sell!" Listening to her, I am motivated, took the box and left, walked five or six miles, the result is still One did not sell it.
The second sister saw me so hard, and said nothing, grabbed the box, sold it for hours, but didn’t make any money, because it melted too much. Come back, I just heard that I was talking to my mother and said, "Marry the Chimei girl, I want to marry anyway." When the second sister heard it, she cried and said, "Isn’t the younger brother wanting a schoolbag? I will Sell ​​him a popsicle and buy a bag back!” The second sister sold me a summer popsicle. Her tuition was earned and I bought a yellow bag.
From the fifth grade of elementary school to the third grade of junior high school, this bag has followed me for 4 years. After graduating from junior high school, I was admitted to the teacher's class. It was in 1983. The yellow book bag was yesterday's yellow flower, and the soil was scum, no one liked it. But my family can't buy other school bags, this bag is left to my brother. And my second sister, in the end did not finish junior high school, worked at home for several years, and later married. In fact, she is very good at reading, she can jump out of the farm gate. But she gave me this blessing. She has been farming in her hometown for the rest of her life.
Huang Qibao only carried a day's bag. In the 1990s, the moment when I first carried my shoulder bag, it became the most beautiful moment in my memory. However, the next day, its owner became my desk. Although I reluctantly gave up my new schoolbag, I have gradually understood the value of helping people.
I was born in a small village in southern Hunan, where life is extremely difficult. In the fall of 1990, I started a primary school life. On the first day of school, my mother found me a small military bag. I was happy for a long time. Although the color is a bit old, there is absolutely no patch. My mother sent me to the school gate and wanted to say a few more words. I didn't expect that I had run far away like a rabbit. Looking at the small bag and slamming my little ass, my mother shook her head helplessly.
I rushed into the classroom with my bag and looked forward to seeing my classmates explode. Because at that time, most of the children's schoolbags were patched, and some were even ruined. When I think of it, a sense of pride arises. During that time, the happiest thing I had every day was to go to school. It was a thing that my childhood was very proud of when I looked at my partner’s look with envious eyes.
In the third grade, several classmates in the class used a new style bag, which made me feel excited. It was a shoulder bag that was not heavy on the shoulders. On that day, from school to home, I was clamoring for a new schoolbag with my mother all the way. Until I went home, my mother still did not promise me. I wowed up and cried. When Dad saw it, he didn't take a fight. He pulled a thin bamboo strip from the broom and slammed me. Fortunately, the great uncle who was at home was stopped. But I still shed tears and shouted: "Why can someone else have such a bag, I can't have it..."
A few days later, I didn't expect my mother to give me a huge surprise again. She gave me a brand new shoulder bag like a juggler. There is a mouth in front of the bag, which is packed with stationery, and the back is a book, and my favorite Saint Seiya pattern is printed on the outside of the bag. I am very happy. My mother told me that this was given to me by the great uncle who was a guest that day, and my feelings for my uncle suddenly heated up. I ran out ecstatically with an empty bag. In the breeze, the schoolbag kept slaping my back, and even the old cows at the entrance to the village were cheering for me. That afternoon, I ran all over the village and told everyone that I had a new bag.
When I first arrived at the school the next day, I also had a shoulder-sword Saint Seiya new school bag and the news was quickly spread throughout the school. When the bell rings, the students immediately put my seat around like a bee. I generously put the bag on the table and let them see enough, but I can't touch it. However, the scene that I didn't want to see happened when I came back to the toilet - my same table Xu Hua was enviously touching my bag. I rushed over and I was very upset to say: "Like, let your father buy it for you!" When I said this, I began to regret it, because I saw his face suddenly changed. Walk out of the classroom silently. I started to get upset and felt that I was a bit too much.
Xu Hua is my new desk, neighboring village, just transferred from her grandmother's house. I heard that he is very unfortunate: Dad is idle all day, not doing business, and often beats his mother. Later, his mother died because of the unbearable torture. On the second day of the incident, everyone in the area was aware of the news. While everyone was sorry, they began to worry about this 10-year-old child and tried to give him material and spiritual help. The teacher also told us to play with him after class.
When I was out of school that afternoon, I told this to pick up my mom. After listening to the mother, I stopped Xu Hua, who had just left the school gate, and took out all my books and stationery. I seemed to understand what I was holding, and I kept holding my schoolbag, and my tears fell. Mother gently said in my ear: "Well, my mother will buy you a more beautiful tomorrow, okay? Good boy has to obey. This is given to Xu Hua, he has no mother, we have to help him more." "I seem to know how to nod. I looked at Xu Hua and took my book out of the ruined bag. I put it in my new bag and put it on my face. A rare smile. In this way, I only turned the bag of one day into a bag of Xu Hua.
Later, my mother really bought me a new shoulder bag, which is really more beautiful. But when I got the bag, there was no such excitement.

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