那年,我念初二。学校离家远,二十多里路。家里穷,吃了上顿没下顿,供我上学不易。周日从家里带的粮食,不到周三就吃完了。剩下几天,饿着肚子熬。真熬不住,趴在井边喝水,咕咚咕咚,喝得怡然自得,肚子开胀。我想,要是粮食也跟这井水一般,源源而来,该多好。学校周边是菜地,种些黄瓜青菜之类。晚上,学校安排自习,要求每人都到。有人会借上厕所之名,偷偷跑出教室,跳进菜地,摘刚掉花的黄瓜,刚抽芽的嫩菜心。大家饿极了,顾不得。附近农民很气愤,常 That year, I read the second day. School away from home, more than twenty miles. Poor at home, ate on the Dayton no meals, for my school is not easy. The food we brought from home on Sunday did not finish on Wednesday. The rest of the days, hungry stomach boil. Really can not boil, lying on the side of the well water, Gudong bogey, drank contented, belly bulge. I think, if the grain is also well with this well, come from, how good. School is surrounded by vegetable fields, planting some kinds of cucumber and vegetables. In the evening, the school arranges for a self-study and asks everybody to arrive. Some people will borrow on the name of the toilet, secretly ran out of classrooms, jumped into the vegetable fields, just plucked cucumbers, just buds tender vegetables heart. We are very hungry, careless. Farmers near the very angry, often