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Because I didn't eat very well, I have been very thin since I was a child, and I look a little shorter than my peers. As a result, when the teacher arranged the seats for the first time, he put me in the second row. No way, although I wanted to sit at the back, but I was blocked by a tall person and couldn't see the blackboard.
I sat in the second row of the first vertical row near the aisle. My deskmate was Wang Si, a little girl, and she sat against the wall. In front of me is Wang Rong, and her tablemate is Yuan Yang, who is also on the same level as Yuan Xiaodong, always bullying others.
It is said that our school has a history of hundreds of years. The whole school is surrounded by a wall. I don¡¯t know how big the area is until now, but it is very big anyway. I have been studying here for 6 years before I roughly finished the school. Entering from the school gate, there are flower beds on the left and right sides, where many unknown flowers and plants are planted. The flower bed is followed by the second door. On the left hand side of the door is the canteen. Usually, after class, this place is the most lively.
On the right hand side, there is a vegetable field belonging to the school, where a lot of vegetables are planted, although I can only call them all kinds of vegetables.
After passing through the second gate, there is a place similar to a courtyard with many houses. This is where the school leaders work. After passing the courtyard, it is the lobby of the school. During major festivals, leaders will speak on it, and we sit below and listen carefully.
On the right hand side of the lobby, there is a small courtyard, which is the teacher's office. After passing through the lobby, there is a small patio, and there is a small shop next to the patio. It also sells small snacks. I don't know why there are 2 canteens.
After passing the courtyard, there is a very long row of houses, followed by grades 1-3, and about 50 meters away, there is also a row of houses, which are senior students of grades 4-6.
There is a large open space between the two rows of houses. We call it a small playground. In the middle of the small playground is a flag stand. When the national flag is raised every week, we stand in the open space.
On the right side of the open space, near the wall, is the toilet of our school. Behind the senior classrooms is the school's garbage dump. After cleaning, the garbage in the classrooms will be taken here to be dumped.
On the left hand side of the open space, there is a separate small house with only one class, which is our preschool class. Outside the preschool house, a low wall made of mud separates us from the playground.
Through the low dirt wall is the big playground of our school. The playground has its own wild green turf. It takes about 200 meters to run around the playground. The lower left corner of the playground is next to the preschool, which is about the size of a basketball court. It is the isolation zone between the big class and the small class in the kindergarten. Only children can enter here, and our big friends are not allowed to enter.
Due to the hot weather, the rape blossoms have already bloomed yellow. There are many bee holes on the low earth wall behind the classroom, and thousands of scale bees make holes here.
One of the joys of spare time is to take a small bottle, pick a very thin but strong stick from the broom, and run to the low wall with a few friends, and compete to see who can dig out the most bees.
Some bet on a pack of snacks, some bet on palms, and some bet on a few marbles or a square board.
I formed a team with Yang Wei, Yang Shuang, and Huang Chao. The game started after the order was given and ended with the class bell. For a pack of "figs".
The light yellow wall is full of pea-sized holes in different shapes and sizes. The four of us who just finished class are lined up next to the wall, and there are still countless bumble bees flying in the air.
There are two types of bumble bees, one that stings and cannot be touched. One does not sting and can be held in the hand to play. Seen from the head of the wasp, the black area in the middle of the head will sting, but the white area will not sting. Why do I know the difference? That is the experience summed up from being stung many times.
I found a place that seemed to be densely populated with bees, and slowly breathed flat, carefully looking for holes with bees, because there are many holes that are empty, I don¡¯t know if they have gone out or flew away.
After confirming a hole with bees, gently stretch the bamboo stick in along the edge of the hole. There are many skills in picking out bees. A little carelessness will kill the bees in the hole. The force is not appropriate. It will also break the bamboo stick at the entrance of the hole, which is a technical job.
After I stretched the bamboo stick more than 10 centimeters in by about half, I slowed down and gently handed the bamboo stick forward bit by bit. After feeling the movement from the living things inside, I turned sideways body, so that better light can reach the hole, gently close the right eye, turn the head and look carefully at the movement of the bees with the left eye into the hole.
Pull the bamboo stick out slightly, then extend the bamboo stick inward, repeat this set of actions in turn, when the eyes can clearly see the hole in the holeAfter the bees, the first time to determine the situation of the bees, whether it is not stinging.
I was lucky. The first one was a bee that didn¡¯t sting. I speeded up the frequency of the bamboo stick. The bee was getting closer and closer to the hole, and I gradually smiled. The moment I flew away, I quickly covered the bottle with my left hand, and with a light force on the bamboo stick with my right hand, the whole body of the bee was ejected and fell into the bottle.
The first one is done! I moved a small half step to the left and started looking for the next nest of bees. At this moment, there was a crackling sound beside him. It turned out that Yuan Yang reached out and knocked out the bee that Yang Shuang was about to put into the bottle. At the moment when the battle between the two was about to break out, Yuan Yang jumped away crying.
The bee that was knocked out flew up and stinged on his hand. This is considered evil, and a few friends and I laughed happily.
Watching Yuan Yang run back to the classroom, we, who were about to continue the competition, quickly hid aside. It turned out that Yuan Yang, who had been going back and forth, rushed over with a big broom, and beat at the bees, waving it vigorously, cursing while beating, and the bees around were occasionally hit by the broom, and they would come back when they landed. It didn't fly either.
After a few of us exchanged glances, we also rushed to the classroom with a big broom and a small broom, came to the side of the earth wall, waved the broom, as if we were holding an indestructible big knife, and chopped Yuan Yang's broom with all our might , in order to protect the bees, but after the passing students saw this, some helped us, some fished in troubled waters, and gradually evolved into more than a dozen people fighting together.
Under the scorching sun, beside the earthen wall, bees are flying, brooms are chopping wildly; shouting, shouting, the sky is full of dust, a group of newborn teenagers wantonly swaying the sweat of youth. Of course, after the class bell rang, there were inevitably more than 10 more people standing and listening to the class behind the classroom. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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