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1974年我在本村(一个叫郝段寨村的村子)上小学。那是一个物质十分匮乏的年代,村子后面低洼处的一排茅草房,便是我儿时的学堂。由于房子年久失修,房顶可见天,木制的格子窗户透着昏暗的光线。一到下雨天,校园汪洋一片,我们只好提着鞋子趟着水到教室里上课。我们挤在破旧的木板搭的凳子上,认真跟随老师的指引,汲取知识的营养,聆听老师的谆谆教诲。虽然房子破旧,教学设备极其简陋,可这里却是开启我幼小心灵的知识殿堂,为我打开的认识世界的一扇窗,引领我步入知识的海洋、探索知识奥秘的起点。
In 1974, I was in primary school in my village (a village called Hao Duan Zhai). It was an era of material deprivation. A row of thatched cottages in the low lying behind the village was my childhood school. Due to the disrepair of the house, the roof can be seen days, wooden lattice window reveals the dim light. A rainy day, a vast expanse of campus, we had no choice but to carry shoes to the class classroom. We squeeze the stool in the shabby wooden board, carefully follow the guidance of the teacher, learn the nutrition of knowledge, listen to the teacher’s carelessness. Although the house is dilapidated and the teaching facilities are extremely shabby, here is the window of knowledge that opens up my little mind. It opens up a window in my world of understanding that leads me into the sea of knowledge and the starting point for exploring the mysteries of knowledge.