Elementary school is the most beautiful stage in my memory.

In the cold winter, with heavy snow like goose feathers, before dawn, I carried my schoolbags and carried my own firewood and oil bags to make a fire for the class. We were a one-day task for making a fire. Some female students had poor fire skills, and their families would come to the school to help them. In order to prove my strength, even if the process of making a fire is difficult sometimes, I still bit the bullet and said to my mother: I can do it!

Some classmates have long rumored that the classroom we were sitting in was a grave, and at night, ghosts often appeared in the classroom. When they heard this kind of rumor, they couldn't help but tremble all over.

I was the first student to arrive at the school. I opened the door of our classroom with the key. In order to verify whether there was any ghost, I stayed at the door for a few minutes, and I was waiting for some monsters and monsters to appear in the classroom. After a while, the classroom was still so quiet, so my heart suddenly became much more at ease.

Amid a burst of smoke and fire, the flames that were breathing in the stove were shining brightly. I was like a priest, praying that the fire in the stove would gradually become prosperous. I crawled on the ground, blew the big hole under the stove with my mouth, making my mouth full of ashes, and fanned hard with a broom, trying every means to make the stove burn.

When I was not careful, it was already dawn. A classmate had already come to me. He covered his ears and asked me with a smile: "You came so early. Did you make this fire yourself?"

I replied happily: "Well, I gave birth to it myself. I didn't have any effort and got it all at once!"

There is a very naughty classmate in our class who is my uncle. Although we are not very different in age, he often shows off in front of me that I am his nephew. There is no way, in fact, I am his nephew. He knows a lot and knows a lot of things. He brings some messy things!

My uncle is the manipulator of all the bad things in the class, and he is planning the bullying of the teacher.

We had an honest teacher who gave us natural lessons. When he came out of his dormitory and walked towards our classroom, my uncle jumped up and told the class loudly: "The bad guy is here!" The class began to make a mess of noises.

My uncle ran to the podium and hid the blackboard wipe under the table, and then said to us: "The teacher asked, you said you didn't know!" Then he swayed back to his seat with a smile.

The moment the nature teacher stepped into the class, all the noise came to an abrupt end.

We held back our excitement and arrogance just now, and waited for the natural teacher to make a fool of himself.

When the natural teacher saw that there were various insulting words written on the blackboard, he began to look for the blackboard eraser. After searching for it for most of the day, he still couldn't find it.

He asked, "Where did the blackboard be wiped?"

None of us dares to speak, only my uncle is there giggling.

The teacher rushed down from the podium quickly and went straight to his uncle's desk.

"Bad ghost! Zheng Dongdong, are you erasing the blackboard?"

My uncle pretended to have an innocent expression and stutteredly replied: "I, I, I, I, haven't seen you!" He was born a little stuttering, and sometimes he couldn't speak when he was nervous.

"I'm not good at all of you bad guys! You said, what about the blackboard eraser?" Teacher Natural pointed the finger at Fuping next to him.

Faced with the teacher's direct question, Fuping replied guiltily: "Zheng Dongdong hid it, I don't know!"

My uncle suddenly became anxious, and he stammered and said to the teacher: "Old, old, old! Teacher, I didn't hide it!"

The teacher was about to take action, and he said to his uncle: "Hurry up and find it out, otherwise I punch you and you will fly! Do you know?" The teacher deliberately shook his fist, and his uncle was so scared that he hid.

My uncle ran up happily and found the blackboard. The teacher ordered below: "I'll wipe you, a bad guy! You wiped the blackboard too!" My uncle made an extremely ugly face and turned around to wipe the messy blackboard.

The teacher walked back and forth in the middle of the desk, and then his expression became very vicious. He began to tell us the story of his past, which is said to be told once every once in a while.

"I tell you, don't look at me being so gentle and kind now. If time goes back ten years, you will be scared when you see me! Ten years ago, when I was a teacher in the town, a classmate was disobedient and always bullied me. I lifted it up and slapped it twice now!" When the teacher talked about this, his expression became even more vicious and he became gritted.

He continued to preach: "After a slap, the classmate immediately dripped three drops of blood!"

The teacher glanced at every student in the class, perhaps observing the effect of this story after it was told.

"Zheng Dongdong, do you think you believe it?" the teacher asked.

My uncle said with a smile: "I believe it!"

As he spoke, a burnt smell filled the entire classroom. The teacher came to the stove and saw a few steaming potatoes in the stove.

He lowered his head and mashed the potatoes out, and he said, "Whose potatoes are this?"

Seeing that no one answered, the teacher began to peel the potato skins. After peeling, he ate the hot potato bite by bit. After eating, he smiled and said to us: "This potato is really delicious when roasting it like this! You are not allowed to roast potatoes during class in the future!"

My uncle was crying in his heart because he roasted the potatoes. Who knew that the teacher had finished eating nothing left.

As soon as the teacher walked out of the classroom, his uncle stood up and shouted, "Bad ghost!"

The teacher immediately turned back, pushed open the door and asked, "Who was just now?"

We answered in unison: "Zheng Dongdong"

The teacher said, "Zheng Dongdong, just act, and one day let you see how three drops of blood are produced!"

After saying that, the teacher turned around and left, and his uncle shouted again and danced with his siblings.

One day, my uncle got something new in technology for some unknown place, and he asked me to wear it in my ears. As soon as I put it on, he suddenly let out a whistle, almost deafing my ears.

I took off my headphones and asked, "Why is this loud?"

He stammered: "This is called a hearing aid! My dad brought it from the city!"

Whether in summer or winter, my uncle and I surrounded a cement platform in front of the teacher's dormitory and held a homemade table tennis racket to grab the case. My uncle ran very quickly. As soon as the bell rang, he rushed out to take over the case for us.

Later, my uncle took a good pair of table tennis rackets, which his father bought from the city. We took turns to experience the beauty of the new rackets and left a hearty laugh on campus.

It has been more than ten years since that nature class. The natural teacher has never seen it again. He must have been a gray-haired old man. The table tennis table full of memories has long been replaced by a garden. The campus full of memories has also been idle.
Chapter completed!