50s of last century, Mu Xiazai is my faithful partner, with a small village, I had a wonderful time. Whenever I see it, childhood scenes Qushi will emerge in front of us it was a huge physical and psychological well-being gently hold up.
1952 spring term, early in the morning, the father left behind their backs grandmother's dowry - a worn-out drawer (old school desk), I am carrying a big bench, together came to a small village near the door. My father handed over to the teacher, since then, I am from "Fang Niuwa" upgraded for students.
At the time we do not have bags like bags of learning tools, many of them are in boxes. There is a thin wooden nails, there are bamboo compiled, as well as folk furniture, and a variety of styles, are all a product of self-reliance. Even gone well with the others, and only one using an old cotton cloth sewn into a pocket as bags. Away from the school near my home, and from the way, I either hold the book in front of, or caught in the armpit. Fortunately, there were only language, arithmetic two books, together with Yida copybooks word "photocopy", a brush, one ink stone and there is no other school supplies by.
My primary school teacher was a local, albeit upper primary graduate, then be regarded as intellectuals, and theory of generational, or many of our students, elders, so we are particularly harsh treatment. Teacher-student relationship at the time, just like Tom and Jerry. I remember the first time receive new books, I was very happy with a thick shell wrap up another package, for fear of dirty or damaged. However, despite cherish books like life, but inevitably having an affair when the ink and roll angle, when the teacher would be severely punished. Deterrence, I am always want to have a loaded book thing. So, I decided to self-reliance, doing a school bag.
That day is a Sunday, I went to a small shop selling cigarettes discuss half a loading boxes, folded into a rectangular box, and then paste stick tight and the surrounding layer of thick paper paste, then the final exam receive a prize -- The teacher was using lake water, painted a red chrysanthemums affixed to the front, two drill one eye, put on tape, my first bag was born. I put it collapse in the shoulder, feels like the whole world is beckoning to me. But did not last long, useless long before it was forced to "laid off" the.
I have the desire and treasure bags touched the heart of his father's son, he reluctantly put his grandmother jewelry Mu Xiazi loaded, give me as a "bag." Cassette exquisite beauty, fine craftsmanship, cartridges Gaian a dark bolt, not only safety, functionality, and now the school bags, like paper and ink can be installed under the whole Bi Yan can also be fitted with stones, spinning toy.
This Muxia Zi "bag", it seems very bulky, but its delicate appearance and hidden organs, or provoke the students curiosity, envy and jealousy, especially in older students than I am.
Once I arrived early to school, the "bag" on the desk later, went to the playground to play drum practice. When the preparatory school bell rang, I hurried back to the classroom, open the cartridge cover when a two-foot long snake like the same thing threw herself into the eye. Then, it climbed to my hands, skateboarding, and Bing-bing, and then fall on the feet on the slip. Suddenly, I was scared back again and again, know what to do, a soft hand, the entire cassette out on the floor, Ping to your voice the most beloved party was broke into two small ink-stone and a half children. I have not Huiguo Shen children, the students sat in the back soon as lucky, immediately aroused laughter. Then I look closely, the original was a big eel. After this incident, I cassette at both ends, drilling touched upon, put on tape, usually where to always collapse on his shoulders, stubbornly persists.
Funny to say, this false alarm to let me down blessing in disguise, and then on, my "bag" can be considered to have known. I remember every outing, teachers join me to discuss, with my "bag" filled comic book, brought to the field reading, so as to avoid damage en route. Of course, the school had New books, I also often a "position", not only in schools to give preference to read, and sometimes can take home to see. Young Pioneers school building when the school students to 20 years away oath of Double-Crane concept of primary schools, the teachers also used my "bag" filled with everyone's "oath" carry them with you.
Easy and cumbersome, "bag", had given me a lot of convenience and happiness, but also relentlessly make fun of me. I remember reading of fourth grade, I wrote an essay entitled "Uncle a letter to farmers," because my calligraphy will be barely tolerable, the teacher asked me to go out with a brush paste after copying. At noon, the teacher will modify the draft good to me, I smoothly on the casket inside. After lunch, is preparing to copying, open the casket was found missing from the draft, and I anxious about to cry, and is preparing to take Mu Xiazai outlet, opened tray covered a look at the results, draft somehow actually stuck upside down on, and I then relieved child.
Time goes by, fleeting as water. Blink of an eye I have entered the seventies, the turn to take care of grandchildren to school. A child's school supplies are mostly lost, but that give me joy and trouble of "bag" but still treasure. Whenever I see that the humble Muxia Zi, childhood scenes on you'll emerge in front of us, get rid of, it was a huge physical and psychological well-being gently hold up.
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