母亲在我六岁的时候就把我送进了村小学,同年级的小孩差不多大我三四岁。在我读小学二年级的时候,学校校舍在一场暴风骤雨中倒塌了,幸亏是在晚上,才没有人员伤亡。无处上课了,我们这一帮学生开始了失学的日子。母亲坐不住了。在一天早晨,她把我从被窝里拽出来,拉着我的胳膊来到邻村的小学校,这个学校离家有二三里路。从此,在这个破烂不堪的校门口增添了一道 When I was six, my mother took me to village primary school and I was about three or four years old in the same grade. When I was in second grade, my schoolhouse collapsed in a storm, thanks to no casualties at night. Nowhere to go to school, our gang of students began their day of absence from school. Mother could not sit still. One morning she pulled me out of bed and took my arm to the elementary school in neighboring village, which has two or three miles left home. Since then, in this dilapidated school gate adds one