I have studied these texts and dreamed of my childhood! The primary school back then had already turned into a village department. Time flies, and those who cannot go back are called youth. Recalling my childhood in an instant, it seems like a world away. In the blink of an eye, for decades, frost and snow stained my temples! Precious childhood memories! Today’s children cannot understand the happiness of people in the 1980s and 1990s! Familiar pictures, full of memories! It was the same as when I was a child. In my memory, childhood memories occupy most of my memory. They are profound and clear. Many details are vivid in my mind. Unfortunately, I cannot go back to my childhood. When I was a child, I felt that growing up was very far away. Now, my childhood feels both close and far away.
I have read most of these texts. Seeing them reminds me of the dilapidated classrooms back then, the desks made of bricks, and the stone wands and stone pens in the schoolbag... The stubborn hands have not left behind, the fairy clouds of time! Once upon a time, how much youth was reflected in the water mirror by the pond! There is such a magical vine, quietly climbing up the cheeks! Use her deft hands to let surprise live in your hair! Lying down quietly, I saw the music composed by my footsteps, and her in the distance... It was the same childhood, and I loved the ink smell of the mimeographed papers the most! My hands were covered in black ink after the exam. At that time everything was new, interesting and happy. The watch painted on the arm has never moved, but it has taken away our happiest time! A generation in tears. My school textbook! Priced at 0.88 yuan! At that time, I felt that the textbooks were too expensive! Pay 35 yuan tuition per semester! Sometimes the family can’t afford it! Why! In the blink of an eye, I am over 40 years old! I miss my youth and my childhood. Only now do I deeply realize how beautiful the time I once had was! When I saw this long-lost book, I felt like crying. I really miss the smell of reading when I was a child.
covers grades one to six. The content of all books is very appropriate to the situation. The content changes with the seasons. You can feel the editor's intention. I really miss the illustrations in the textbooks of our childhood. The textbooks at that time were very suitable for the occasion. The time to learn spring plowing happened to be the time for sowing in spring. When autumn was full of fruits, we learned about autumn. When it snowed in winter, the lessons we learned were also about snow. At that time, our texts were arranged according to the changes of the seasons. If we learned the lessons about snow, we would have to prepare for the review exam and take winter vacation.
The most exciting thing is to publish a new book every semester. Once it is published, I always look through the illustrations of each text. Anyway, at that time, I felt that books with many illustrations were my favorite. I really want to go back. I knew I would be so tired when I grow up. I still want to read my favorite books in a simple classroom. When I was a child, I studied in a daze, and I couldn’t memorize or remember it. But I did pretty well on the exam and didn’t remember anything. But I thought the book was very beautiful, just like in a dream. My childhood is particularly worth remembering! Full of memories, what a wonderful childhood! It's a pity that I can never go back. Who lost my childhood?
html The fourth year is approaching, the New Year is approaching, girls want flowers, boys want cannons, crackle firecrackers, the New Year is so lively, does anyone remember? New Year's Eve - A story about accounts, , the first volume for the fourth grade of the six-year primary school system. It seems to be "New Year's End" by Xin Fengxia in Lesson 25 or Lesson 26. I don't know if it's correct. " little painter in the snow " A group of little painters came to the snow. The chicken painted bamboo leaves, the puppy painted plum blossoms, the duckling painted maple leaves, and the pony painted the crescent moon. No paint or pen was used, and a painting was completed in a few steps. Why didn't the frog participate? It fell asleep in the hole.
Hanhao Bird is impressive. I am afraid that I will become it if I don’t work hard, and I can only reminisce about the past, full of memories. I have deep memories of the good times of the post-80s generation, and I can still memorize these texts. Personally, I think the textbooks from my childhood were rich in content and easy to understand.In the past, there was no need for adult supervision for endorsement and dictation (and no time to talk to us). A few friends completed the test on their own initiative, but the test was extremely nervous. The teacher at that time was not joking. He moved his hands and said nothing
"This winter, I will cover myself with three layers of wheat quilts, and next year I will sleep with steamed buns on my pillow!" I really miss the snowy winter in the text in my childhood, where I would roll snowballs and have snowball fights. Winter in my childhood was the real winter! The current winter is neither cold nor hot, as if the winter season does not exist at all. Full of memories, our appearance has changed, and we will never be able to go back to the past. The steamed buns, pickles, and sticks we brought to school were all green foods.
reminds me of various moments in my childhood from time to time. My deepest memory of winter is that the winter vacation is about to begin, especially during the days of final exams. I hope that I can finish the exams as soon as possible. I can have fun during the winter vacation, set off firecrackers during the Spring Festival, and have unforgettable winter vacation homework that is both educational and entertaining.
I read "The Little Match Girl" over and over again, and my voice gradually got choked up. The Little Match Girl It actually brought tears to my eyes. The little girl selling matches had no electricity at that time and used kerosene lamps. As I read it, my eyes became wet unconsciously. These texts, without fancy words, are so simple and touching, but they can affect people's lives. "Thank you, Brother Duck", the little monkey going down the mountain, fishing for the moon, the young man Runtu, the pony crossing the river...all the pictures appeared in my mind...The primary school text impressed me too much
"Hard Years" Volume 5 of the third grade, I can still recite a paragraph. "In the hard years, the Red Army repelled the enemy's attack again. Resting on the hillside,...I can't remember the following." Some memories are engraved in the brain, and I can't forget them even if I want to forget them.
The rooster is so beautiful, with its bright red crown and flower coat. After all these years, I still remember it. It was just because it was so easy to read. At that time, I was knocking on my pencil case and reciting smoothly, and the teacher grabbed me.
textbooks like this are exactly the same. There were very few extracurricular books at that time. We learned about the outside world from Chinese textbooks, which was very pure and a beautiful memory. Thank you for taking us back to our childhood. When I was in the first grade of elementary school in 1981, I also studied this version of the textbook. For a child who lives in a remote area and has never seen the world, there are many things in it that feel vague, such as waterfalls, kites, etc., which we have never seen before. But this textbook is still a childhood memory. I felt that although the conditions were limited at that time, I was full of happiness! A childhood I can’t go back to! Every text here can be remembered freshly when I take it out, as if it has transcended time and space and been pulled back to the past. I can't help crying. It is full of memories. I can only find it in a corner of my memory in this life.
Our primary school teacher left homework on Sunday (there were no weekends at that time), which was left from aoe to "school teacher classmates". As you can imagine, with the writing speed of the first grade of primary school, our whole class was almost wiped out. This guy was beaten by our teacher (she is a female teacher, because at home) If there are talented people who become teachers, you can imagine the strength of the teachers)... What is very impressive is that our two classes have more than 70 people.
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Full of memories "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety, people and hands, up and down, sun, moon, water and fire, mountains and rocks, fields and soil, wood, grain, rice and bamboo, swords, bows, chariots and boats, front and back, left and right, ears, eyes, tongue and teeth, head, feet, sitting, standing and walking. Dimensions, rounded corners. Horse and cow sheepskin. Birds, insects, fish claws and tails. Open and close the door to go in and out, in the direction of southeast, northwest, day and night. Father and mother, son and daughter, mom and dad. The chicken's beak is pointed, the duck's beak is flat, the cat's eyes are round, and the rabbit's tail is short..." This is the enlightenment text of my life... At that time, I was thinking about the pictures and felt that the fields were so beautiful. The characters in the pictures all had happy and satisfied smiles on their faces.Now when I teach these old texts, the pictures are beautifully printed, but I can no longer find that happy and beautiful feeling... Seeing this, it is still so familiar, I can't help but feel confused, and the scene from school comes to mind again, but unfortunately, everything can never go back.
When I read "Yangmei in My Hometown", I thought about the taste of bayberry day and night. Now that I have eaten it, I feel it is not as good as the one in the textbook. Nothing is as delicious now as it was in the 1970s and 1980s. The soil has become polluted and deteriorated, and the climate has also changed... I love reading the articles about autumn and early winter in primary school textbooks. It reminds me of my childhood. Thirty years have passed in a flash! Full of memories
What I like most is the text "Small Station". The small station leaning against the mountain feels like it will be submerged in the sea of flowers and green in spring. I really like this small station. As a child, I have always longed to take a train to a distant place.
Primary school textbooks in the 1980s all had this kind of new socialist countryside scene. The illustrations were also the same, very friendly. The close-up was weeping willows, and the middle was farmland. There were harvesters or water pumps in the farmland, as well as working farmers. The farmers had positive images, smiling and feeling happy from the heart. In the distance were tall high-voltage wire racks, and in the distance were green mountains and green waters. I was deeply impressed throughout my childhood and yearned for this kind of pastoral life.
When I see spring, hear spring, smell spring, and touch spring, my whole body becomes spring, and heaven and man become one! Haha... The description of the scenery of the fields is very down-to-earth. Now that the text is far away from these, how can the children leave these beautiful memories? Are they only left with games, cartoons and endless tutoring classes? Sometimes we feel particularly sad when we recall it. Before we know it, we have grown old. The virginity and carefreeness of our childhood are incomparable to today's children. We recall the scenes of teachers beating people, and the scenes of spring planting and autumn harvest. Everything seems to be in front of our eyes, but it is so far away... Thirty-eight years have passed in a flash, and when I see this textbook, I feel like I have returned to an age of innocence.
When I was a child, I liked to play house with girls. When I was a child, I played stick shooting with popsicle sticks. Pull the seedlings in one step, drink noodle soup in the second step, cut leeks in the third step, and stack them on the high platform in the fourth step. Raise your hands if you know how! Shaking the diabolo, the eagle catching the chick, the eagle catching the chick, throwing the handkerchief, hiding the cat, traveling through time and space, as if remembering the nostalgia of where the childhood playmates are now, I miss you very much, the playfulness of children is instinctive, and they can find a place to play no matter when and where. People of that era lived in an environment with no pollution, no chemical fertilizers and pesticides, no noisy machinery, and blue sky and clear water. I felt that they were real happiness. It feels so good to watch, it takes me back to my childhood. At that time, we were very happy even without money. Now we have no money, no happiness, and we are still old
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