Recommended reading ｜ Carrying the schoolbag back to the school

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□ Li Donghong

"Xiao Ya Lang, carrying the schoolbag to the school, not afraid of the sun, and not afraid of the storm, I'm afraid the gentleman scolds me lazy, no face to see my father and mother ..."

This kind of nursery song called "Reading Lang" must be familiar with many people. The pure lyrics and cheerful music have awakened the beautiful memories of many people.

"Carrying the schoolbag to the school." Speaking of schoolbags, I think of the use of the schoolbags. Although the schoolbag is no longer there, the memory is still there, and it is still treasured.

My elementary school is in our village. At that time, there was no schoolbag in the shop in the town. Unlike now, there are all kinds of schoolbags.

One week before the start of school, the mother bought a piece of cloth from the town. I remember very clearly that it was light blue. After lunch, the mother sat under the door, cut the cloth, and sewed it carefully with a needle. At that time, I didn't know what the mother was doing. After two days, I knew I was making a schoolbag for me.

That day, I was playing in the yard. My mother called me to follow, "Come, kid, try the schoolbags,", said, putting the schoolbag around my neck, looking up and down.

The mother's hand is very coincidental. The children in the village make clothes and the elderly make clothes, and they all let the mother help to cut it. The mother is also happy. Many people in the village are wearing the clothes that the mother helps.

The schoolbag made by the mother was like a cloth pocket, a light blue, and the kind of crossing on the shoulders. On the first day of school, I was carrying my mother's schoolbag, and my mother pulled my hand to the school.

"Yeah, Dong Hong, your schoolbag is so beautiful." When the head teacher's front yard, I exaggerated when I saw it.

"My mother did it for me", in front of the teacher, I was a little timid and my voice was a bit low.

In this way, elementary school life began. Until the junior high school in the village, this schoolbag followed me for 8 years, but later faded a bit, and it seemed a little worn. But I am like a treasure.

When he was in high school, his elder brother who was a soldier in the army returned to visit relatives and brought back a green military small shoulder bag.

"Brother, give you a schoolbag." As soon as I entered the house, my brother opened the package and took it out.

The mother took over and said happily, "I was saying to make a schoolbag for Donghong. This schoolbag is right, so I don't need to do it again."

In fact, there are not many opportunities to use schoolbags in high school, because usually each student's book is arranged on the desk, the campus is not large, and the dormitory is very close to the classroom. At the time, the schoolbag is full of homework and various exercises. But every time I went home, I was carrying this schoolbag, as if carrying a kind of pride.

Once I went home, it was raining. I wore a raincoat, rode a bicycle in the rain, and accidentally fell to the ground. The schoolbag was covered with mud water, and the books in the schoolbag were humid. When I got home, I was so distressed that I quickly pulled out the book and coldly on the table of the house. The mother also came over and helped me wipe off the mud on the schoolbag.

"It's okay, just don't fall, just pay attention to it later," said the mother.

When I go to college, I have a schoolbag every day.

In the first two years of Zhengzhou University, our news department lived in the science area of ​​Dongmen and class in the liberal arts area of ​​the north gate. At the time of registration, there were various daily necessities on the campus stalls. My green quadrilateral bookbag was bought here.

Every day, starting from the dormitory of the science area with a schoolbag, walking along Jinshuihe to the classroom in the liberal arts area. On the way, the classmates said and laughed, flying with youth, laughing, falling in the Jinshui River, rippled in layers of ripples.

In the junior, we moved to the liberal arts area, but still carrying a schoolbag to the classroom every day. In the evening, carrying a schoolbag, carrying a tea bottle, and going to the lightly lit classroom to study in the evening.

The schoolbag is always with you, filled with four years of college time.

After joining the work, the schoolbag became a handbag. For so many years, the schoolbags have gradually drifted away from us, but the textbooks and time contained in the schoolbags have always been in our hearts ...

[About the author: Li Donghong, a native of Fugou County, Henan, graduated from the Department of Journalism of Zhengzhou University. He has successively served as editor and reporter of the Henan Daily, deputy director of the news special release department, and deputy director of the new media department. The editor -in -chief of the Henan Legal System. He has published 5 minister novels and prose collection of "Want to Watch Rain", "Anti -Corruption", "I'm a Police", "Question of Life", "52 Letters Written to Mother". Among them, "Question of Life" won the "Five One Engineering Awards" in Henan Province. .

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