On the first day of school, I was very tired when I came to school because I had never walked such a long way before. My legs are a little stiff and painful, and I have no spirit or mood to enjoy the scenery of the new school. I found the classroom in Class Two, Grade One, and went in and sat down. After a while, a male teacher came in, under 30 years old, of medium build, with a long face, a little curly hair, naturally combed back, with regular facial features, smiling, natural and gentle. The noisy classroom immediately quieted down, but I overheard a classmate behind me muttering, "It's broken." I was wondering when the teacher on the stage said, "Students, welcome to Ningyang No.9 Middle School. I am your head teacher, surnamed Shi ... "I said, and wrote a correct and beautiful one on the blackboard? History? Words. Just as Mr. Shi turned to write, a very subtle whisper came from behind me: "What a hard beating!" " "Later I learned that this classmate named Li He, the son of the principal, came in after the shift, so he was very familiar with the anecdotes of the school. Because he didn't study hard, he was beaten by the teacher.
After Mr. Shi finished writing, he turned and continued: "The students are all from the countryside, and it is not easy at home. When you come, you must study hard and be worthy of your parents. " Students should unite, and college students should not bully pupils, just like Tian Xiaodong, the youngest in our class, who is only ten years old this year ... "He gently pointed at me with the index finger of his right hand, and I happened to sit at the first table. I suddenly wondered: on the first day of school, this teacher actually knew me and told me my age! In fact, I was not ten years old that year, but eleven. I don't know why I lost it at the teacher's house for a year. In my doubts, under the special care of teacher Shi, three years of beautiful junior high school life began.
I have been thinking about this question for several days, but I have no answer. Later, my sister who went to high school came home on weekends and asked me who my teacher was. I told her that she was a history teacher who taught English. After listening, my sister suddenly realized, "It's him. His name is Shi Constitution, and he taught me for three years. He hit people hard, stared and gritted his teeth, but he never hit them with his hands. He hit them with whatever he touched. But he teaches very well. If you study hard, he won't hit you. He taught me for three years and never hit me. " My sister is good at English, which I know. She once won the first prize in the provincial English competition. I have seen her prize-a beautiful light yellow plastic book.
"Why does he seem to know me from the beginning?" I asked in confusion.
My sister suddenly smiled: "When you applied for the ninth middle school, your family members filled it out. Didn't he know it as soon as he saw what you filled in? Besides, as far as you are concerned, you can be seen at a glance. "
By this time, my mystery was finally solved, and I gradually saw the "malice" of Teacher Shi. In a self-study class shortly after the start of school, there was no teacher in the class. Li couldn't help but get active again, trying to find someone to talk back and forth, but he was caught by the history teacher outside the window. History of the teacher pushed the door and came in a sullen, his upper body hasn't turned back, history of the teacher a voice exclaim "lee and! Come here! " Li He froze there as if he were fixed. He came to his senses and knew that a storm was inevitable, so he shrank his head in despair and walked to the podium, consciously holding his head in his hand. Teacher Shi took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket. They are silver, gold, big and small. I didn't react. I heard a bang, and I was held high by Teacher Shi, biting my teeth and hitting Li's tight head. Then I heard a howl like killing a pig. Because I am a child, I sit in the first row of the classroom, and Li He stands in front of my desk in fear. After the noise, I was so scared that I thought, "Don't break it." Just when I was afraid, I heard another loud noise, accompanied by a howl like killing a pig. I quickly lowered my head and covered my head with my hand, for fear that Teacher Shi's key chain was not strong and used so hard that I couldn't stand it if it broke and hit my head. Fortunately, Teacher Shi's keychain is relatively strong, and my worry is unnecessary. However, Li's head is also strong, and there is nothing at all, but the active problem has been smashed to a certain extent.
Another time, two of my classmates, zhaowei and Ban Kong, were fighting on the platform and were beaten by the teacher. Suddenly, like being nailed to the ground, the two men stood there motionless and listless, trembling and waiting for the coming unknown form of punishment. I saw Mr. Shi grabbed Zhao Wei, pushed him to the corner behind the door, gnashed his teeth, pushed the door and squeezed until Zhao Wei grinned and screamed. Teacher Shi pushed the door with his hand, as if he didn't feel strong enough. He took two steps back, lifted his foot and kicked the door twice, which made Zhao Wei deeply felt. He pinched Wang Wei, grabbed the broom on the ground and patted it on Wang Heping's shoulder. It was summer, and Wang Heping listened to 1 of "pa" with bare arms, which was crisp and loud, and Wang Heping's face was distorted with pain. I watched the two defeated cocks standing there with their heads drooping. I was too scared to come out, but for a while they were really honest.
In the 1970s, most of our children were naughty and undisciplined. After being scolded by the teacher, we can be honest for a few days and study with peace of mind for a while. No one in our class is afraid of him, especially those children who are often repaired by him, including the headmaster's son Li He. Now that I think about it, Mr. Shi hit people hard, but it was also for us students to study hard and have a good future. This can be proved by one of his pet words. Every time Mr. Shi hits a student, he always follows a classic evaluation: "You can't learn Xiong Xuefa well in the early hours of 10 thousand!" The typical mentality of hating iron not to produce steel, in the words of Mr. Lu Xun, is "to mourn its misfortune and anger its indisputable". Many students only see the "hard work" on the surface of Teacher Shi, but they don't see the "truth" in Teacher Shi's heart-the sincerity of being responsible for students and families. Under Mr. Shi's high-pressure policy, our academic performance in Class Two, Grade One, Junior High School has made rapid progress. Later, many students in our class were admitted to the ideal university, which should be directly related to meeting a good teacher and laying a good foundation when entering junior high school.
Our awe of the teacher comes not only from his cruelty, but also from his superb teaching level. Accurately speaking, it seems more appropriate to describe our feelings for Mr. Shi with "awe". Teacher Shi's lectures are serious, vivid and funny, and are deeply loved by students. Every English sentence he explained is neatly written on the blackboard, and often a large blackboard is full. At the end of each semester, I use a thick one in my English notebook. Although he often hits students, he never hits students once in English class. As far as I can remember, in the three years of junior high school, he didn't seem to criticize the students once in English class. On the contrary, he always encourages students. There is a classmate in my class named Ning Fangqi, whose English level is poor. For a time, Mr. Shi always asked him to answer questions. As long as he got it right, he praised him desperately and exaggeratedly, such as "Look, Ning Fangqi is a classmate, and the answer is too good!" "You are so smart!" Wait, the word "too" dragged on so long that Fang Ning blushed. With teacher Shi's overwhelming praise and encouragement, Ning Fangqi began to delve into the problem gradually, and even got more than 90 points in the final exam. Teacher Shi likes to joke in class. Whenever he talks about profound problems, he always says the same thing: "Attention, classmates-". He looked around and found that the students were staring at him with expectant eyes, but he smiled and proudly continued: "This question-I won't tell you now!" " After that, I smiled even more brightly, as if I had a sense of accomplishment.
Teacher Shi not only teaches well, but also writes beautifully. Once our school held an exhibition of teachers' calligraphy works, and many teachers' calligraphy works were posted on the gable outside our classroom. After class, we ran to comment, and finally agreed that Teacher Shi wrote the best. At that time, I was still young, and I didn't have any appreciation ability. It may also be mixed with emotional factors. Many years later, I went to Mr. Shi's house as a guest, and saw a calligraphy work with a brush hanging on the front of his living room, which was bony and showed a little pride in the flowing water. I immediately remembered the calligraphy exhibition many years ago. By asking, it is really the work of Teacher Shi. Teacher Shi pointed to the banner and said with a smile, "This was written after the age of 30. Kong Old Master Q said that people stand at the age of 30, and the feelings before and after the age of 30 are different. " I can feel that Mr. Shi himself is quite satisfied with this word. At this time, my understanding of Mr. Shi deepened and my feelings deepened.
After a while, I found that Mr. Shi always hit a few classmates and occasionally hit other classmates. I haven't been beaten once. I even read an extracurricular magazine in the self-study class. I didn't notice when Teacher Shi passed me. More strangely, Mr. Shi didn't confiscate my magazine, as if he hadn't found it at all. So later, the classmates around me said that Mr. Shi was partial to me, and I couldn't defend myself, because I couldn't figure out why Mr. Shi didn't hit me, perhaps because I studied well and was always the first in my class, perhaps because I was young and didn't hit me. In a word, I really feel the love and care of Teacher Shi. Teacher Shi can be said to be the most rigid to the class; For me, it can be described as the softest.
I remember it was noon on a Saturday, and all the students had left, except a few boys in our village. The reason why we haven't left is because a sparrow flew into the classroom. We have to drive it out and go home. As a result, the blackboard eraser, broom, bench legs and textbooks kept flying around the classroom. In a cigar smoke, the blackboard eraser I threw unfortunately hit the fluorescent lamp shell in front of the classroom. Although the light stick was not broken, it didn't work when I went back to school for self-study on Sunday night. Teacher Shi was very angry and stood on the podium and asked, "Why doesn't the lamp post work?" Who knows what happened? "The whole class was silent and I looked down at him. I don't have the courage to stand up and say I broke it. Because I know it costs several dollars to compensate for a lamppost, and I can't afford it anyway. At that time, I thought: Teacher Shi, I broke it, but I can't admit it to you now. When I can make money in the future, I will apologize to you and give you a lamppost. Teacher Shi saw that no one responded and didn't say much, so he turned and left. Soon, I brought a new light pole and put it on my desk. The next day, my deskmate whispered to me, "I know who broke the lamp post, and that's you." "When our teacher changed the lamppost, the whole class looked up and you bowed your head." Now that I think about it, Teacher Shi should know that I did it, but I didn't expose it.
This incident doesn't affect Mr. Shi's opinion of me at all. He has been praising me. After asking questions in class, he always calls my name when other students are silent with their heads down, which shows his trust in me. I got the right answer, and he praised me without hesitation and said, "You are so smart! I know you will! Look at Tian Xiaodong! " Encourage me later. Of course, there are times when you can't answer. As long as I stand up and touch my scalp, Teacher Shi knows that I can't do it either, so she smiles and nods to let me sit down. Teacher Shi not only praises me to my face, but also often mentions me behind my back. After each exam, each class should compare the scores. Whenever teachers in other classes show off their high scores, Mr. Shi always picks up their excuses and says, "What skill are you?" Learn from morning till night! Tian Xiaodong in my class is very capable. He can do well without much study! "Proud expression. Teacher Shi spared no effort to encourage me and gave me great confidence, which made me believe that I could learn well under any circumstances. I think, without Mr. Shi's encouragement, I'm afraid I won't be admitted to the technical secondary school so smoothly in the first year, crowding out students who have reviewed for one or two years.
There was a mid-term exam, and the English field was not over yet. I handed in my papers in advance, and I happened to meet Mr. Shi with a test paper. He immediately stopped me kindly, patted me on the shoulder and told me to squat down. He also squatted down, spread the test paper on the ground and asked me the answers one by one. It's summer, and an old and tall acacia tree is in full bloom in the corner, with a faint fragrance around it. In the morning, the heat of the sun has not been completely released, but it is dazzling and bright. It passed through the gap in the crown of Albizia Albizia tree, sprinkled on the ground, and sprinkled on the English test paper laid by Teacher Shi. From the first question to the last one, Mr. Shi smiled and said, "The multiple-choice question is wrong, the word is wrong, and the score is 97. Good test!" "I looked up and suddenly found that there was almost no distance between me and Teacher Shi. A few small black spots on his face, which are not easy to find on weekdays, suddenly caught my eye in the bright sunshine. I didn't know how to answer, so I touched my head shyly.
Three years of junior high school passed quickly. When the senior high school entrance examination approached, Teacher Shi and my father quarreled many times because of my volunteer problem. Teacher Shi insisted that I take the senior high school entrance examination, while my father, who is also famous for his stubbornness, insisted that I take the senior high school entrance examination, because it was still an enviable popular school in the 1980s. Unlike now, that middle school has not only been ignored, but even been largely cancelled or merged. My alma mater, Ningyang Normal School, was replaced by Ningyang Experimental Middle School more than ten years ago, and many of my classmates and I became homeless duckweeds for a time. Teacher Shi tried his best, but he didn't quarrel with my father in the end. For me, high school has always been an elusive landscape, just like a mirage, beautiful but ethereal. Nevertheless, I never complained about my father. For many years, no matter where my life goes, I am full, calm and happy. Fate wetted the wings of flying, but it gave me a vast ocean. But I will always be grateful to Mr. Shi, for his appreciation and expectation of a poor child, and for his deep regret that I can't go to high school.
1in the autumn of 988, I entered the technical secondary school. My teacher Shi was transferred to Ningyang No.20 Middle School, and later served as the director of the Political and Educational Affairs Office of Ningyang No.20 Middle School. In the autumn of 2000, I transferred from Ningyang No.9 Middle School to No.2 Middle School and became a Chinese teacher in senior high school. This is a comfort to me and teacher Shi.
After coming to the magnetic kiln, there will be more opportunities to know Mr. Shi. Once upon a time, when we were in No.9 Middle School, we all thought that he was very free and easy, with neat curly hair, always straight suit and always calm and even leisurely pace. A classmate once joked: "Teacher Shi is as handsome as a TV announcer!" In the past, I always looked at my teacher from the perspective of a child. Now, I look at my teacher from the perspective of an adult. Having met several times, I feel that Teacher Shi seems a little lonely. Every time I meet him, whether I ride a bike or walk, I walk alone. Teacher Shi has two children, both daughters. Both of them have grown up, and the expenses must be much higher. I don't know if life has made him lonely, but his gray hair at the temples and crow's feet at the corners of his eyes make me obviously feel that my teacher is not young, although he is not yet fifty years old.
On a dark night in the early winter of 20 12, Mr. Shi had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and died young. I was shocked to hear the bad news. I didn't believe this fact at all, so I called my classmates in No.20 Middle School for verification. After being confirmed, I recalled the past in a gloomy mood, and the teacher's voice and face were vivid. Heaven and earth are eternal, life is impermanent, time is getting older, and the teacher's kindness is unforgettable. I feel sorry for the past, so I wrote the above words to express my permanent memory of the teacher.