From first to third grade, generally,
we went to school in the village from first to third grade
ńg . shíjì wǒ huì ér tīng, tīng kāi xīn de hā . rán hòu
Er... Actually I was quite... quite happy. Then,
But a bit later there was a kind of... kind of Children King.
It was like, one, one, someone was more powerful, and all the others must to do what he asked.
Mmm. If anyone did not listen to him, they would be isolated.
But I got along well with others, so basically...
I always had fun with them.
And so, third... Since first to third grade...
it was relatively relaxed, since I was good at my studies, the teachers...
really liked me.
They were really tolerant.
Usually, especially, you know, when...
...in class, if you worked hard, then the teacher would like you, and your classmates...
...other classmates would... to you... also...
have a certain degree of tolerance, and would... that’s to say...
they wouldn’t dare to bully you. Neverthless,
But from the 4th grade, we started going to a... going to a...
school in another village, which was called Zhangmunao. Then...
We went there to go to school .
Actually it was the journey there that was most fun, since when we were going to Zhangmunao...
it was all a hill, and we were like...
Going usually meant going on foot, since at first I didn’t have a bicycle.
At that time there were four of us.
That’s to say, two boys and two girls.
Really evenly matched.
So the four of us,every day...
would arrange to walk together, shouting, and making a big noise on the way, saying that such and such...
...a teacher was bad, saying this teacher is scary, and so on.
What happened in this class,and what happened in that class.
chatting about this and that, really happily going on our way.
Then, sometimes we’d go really early, and there was a...
hill of apricot trees, and it was all apricot trees, so many, mountain apricots.
If we went early, we’d go to the place with apricots and secretly pick some apricots.
So we’d pick the apricots, and eat them on the side of the road. Then we’d go...
go somewhere. Later...
...we had bicycles. I remember my bike-riding skills were really good.
I, I was like, when I was riding a bike,
I could give a ride to two people. And also...
I was quite small, being in fourth grade I would have been twelve or thirteen.
I’d give a ride to a boy on the front and a girl on the back.
Because mine was that kind of...
...rather old style of bicycle, with a big bar in front where someone could sit.
So I could give a ride to two people, and so then...
I’d give them a ride every day.
Ah...mmm...in the end its...
...it was all still...really simple.
simple, but really fun, and I didn’t think about things too much.
and there weren’t too many things going on. Every day we just thought,
if we finished the homework, we wouldn’t be punished by the teacher
As long as you got a high grade on the exam, that was fine.
Saturday and Sunday there wasn’t anything happening.
We’d go out in a group to play.
We’d play with bean bags, or rubber-band jump rope.
From time to time we’d go into the fields to steal something.
I remember one time when I went with my younger sister...
Becuase our family didn’t have any fruit trees, right?
Our house and my aunt’s house, they didn’t really like to eat those kind of things.
So there weren’t any fruit trees.
My grandma’s house had this tree, so I climbed the wall with my little sister to steal fruit.
We had no place to put the fruit, and we didn’t bring a bag, but it didn
So we grabbed them, and we were wearing vests.
Wearing that kind of vest which was tied inside, when I was little..
So after stealing them, we just put everything inside our vests, and the result...
That kind of fruit tree didn’t have any pesticides sprayed on them, and there were loads of bugs inside.
After we came back from stealing, we’d both been bitten on the stomach, bitten all over.
Yikes...when we came back, my aunt laughed, and said, "You were stealing stuff
and ended up being bitten by bugs."
Really interesting, I think.
When we were small, ah... we didn’t think stealing things was something to be ashamed of, we thought it was something to be proud of.
We’d take them out, and say to people...
"We climbed a wall to steal fruit." Really something to be proud of.
Ah... so simple! That time, when I come to think of it, ...
Although we were really poor then, our life was good...
But those times were simpler and happier than now.
Now we think too much.
It would be better if people...
...didn’t grow up.
When you grow up, because you have more responsibilities, more pressure, ...
So you think too much.
Nevertheless, I’ve always had this idea, that’s to say...
No matter what, you just want to live; a day is just a day. So it’s better if we are more light-hearted.