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The house is still there, breaking the two rows of broken tile.

Here is my former primary school.

In my memory, this house seems to have been dangerous and can not get away.

Listen generations ago that this school house has been a long time. At that time, the village houses are brick and gray tiles. May alone, or adobe school house. Mingled with the little stones, the wall formed everywhere traces of rainfall.

House, the ground is compacted soils, full of large and small pits. But very clean, was cleaned every day after school will be arranged.

Tables and chairs are brought home at the time, the rows of display well. Now, my sister and I had used the desk is still there. Desk drawer is not only an empty desk belly free shipping electronics. The table goes, crooked calligraphy were written "so and so's desk." Classrooms are not large, stocked with dozens of desks, looked very crowded. Sometimes, experience uneven place, hosts a small stone pad it.

Blackboard is very simple. A prominent point of the long walls, trim level, and brush on the black, it became the blackboard. Chalk few, are generally not placed in the classroom, for fear that we were stolen. Every class, we will go to the blackboard, pick up some pieces of chalk, carefully closing up. White chalk only. Red chalk are teachers to do their own, the white chalk dipped in red ink these duties, it became dry out. When the teacher used very little red chalk, the same look like precious treasure.

The classroom is no glass windows, only wooden frame looks a little corruption. Summer, the wind came in, it touches very cool. In winter, you can only find a little more thick plastic sheeting, hastily the cast.

The whole school on a school bell. It is with the temple's bell like most, but many smaller. Hanging from a tree, which pull the rope down. On the class, the teacher as long as pulling ropes, bells will be issued in the "clang clang clang" sound of crisp-iron.

One year, do not know why, down the town's Board of Education.

Then, just came out saying the school to be closed, said the school house is dangerous.

We were listening to are afraid that there is no place to study.

That schools are dangerous, indeed is not true.

Originally, these houses are adobe bricks made. A long time, long cracks and holes appeared. A hit when it rains, the classroom will be leaking. Sometimes the midst of a rainstorm, water flows down along the corner, have become mud.

That year, when winter approaching, final exams ended, under a heavy snow. The town's Board of Education again, brought a box of seals.

We only have to move out of the classroom desks and chairs so that they closed the classroom.

Rest at home for a few days, then to the lead when the final report card.

I can clearly remember, that led the school report card is next to the playground. The playground and some snow, the winter sun is particularly warm.

Short-lived fad new school is built is not up. Thus, only in our village to find some free house, as a temporary classroom.

Classroom has a very interesting time, a small room, crowded with students. The main room next to the people, visitors, and they speak to chat, we all hear clearly.

Busy when the adults have a lunch break the habit. We are always in the classroom can be noisy. Often came to the house owner to get angry,wholesale fashion let us finish the work. We can only quiet for a while. There is really no other way was to find the teacher said. Still later, we have lunch and arrange class cadre on duty, the tube was sleeping.

During that time, the plight of a student, a teacher of the more bitter. Because it is rented house, gotta be careful that we damaged someone else's wall.

Year, before the new school built, the standard two-story buildings in a row. With the reunification of tables and chairs, put bright blackboard, transparent glass windows.

Today, those houses are still.

Every time I see it, like seeing an experienced vicissitudes of age. But, in the old man's body, it seems that still remained of my childhood. Those memories, like a stone in my heart stirred ripples of a circle, sour, sweet.