When I was in primary school, I was in the primary school in the village. There are two caves. A hole in the cave is the classroom of 12 grade and 12 grade. There are some planks, which are our desks. The wall is painted with black paint to make a blackboard, and the wooden door has the head of a great man.
The other cave is the third-grade classroom and the teacher's office. There is a partition fan with old newspapers in the innermost part, and a bed for the teacher to take a lunch break.
Outside the third grade classroom, there is a black iron bar hanging, which is our "watch" after class. In fact, it was originally a shell casing, which was stolen. The captain found something like this from the warehouse. The teacher knocked with a hammer, and the sound was quite loud. The teacher was very satisfied.
The work of ringing the bell is done by a third-grade classmate. He can take the key to the third-grade classroom and get to school first, so he doesn't have to stand outside and catch cold. The classmate who is ringing the bell is a big brother in Grade Three, with a bell hammer in his hand. When he heard the bell, we ran quickly to the classroom. I look forward to ringing the bell myself one day. The final exam is coming. After the third grade exam, I will go to the main school next semester. The teacher said that whoever takes the first place in the second year of high school will ring the bell. I have observed the bell ringing many times, three times, two times and four times. The bell rang three times in succession: Dangdang, Dangdang, three times. It means class, class. The bell rang twice: Dangdang, Dangdang, the same three times. It means: class dismissed, class dismissed. The prepared bell is special, so you should ring first, when-,stop for three seconds, then ring, when-,every three seconds, and then ring four times: Dangdang, Dangdang, and ring three times. The purpose is to give students nine seconds to react.
Before the exam, I read the Chinese textbook three times from front to back and wrote it twice from memory. I have to calculate all the math problems three times, for fear that I will make mistakes if I am not careful. During the exam, a tall and thin male teacher from the main school invigilated. One sentence stumped me, "I forgot to eat and sleep." It knows me in the first two words, but I don't know it. I have no choice but to scribble one: forget to eat and sleep. After the exam, I have been nervous, afraid to tell adults that I don't know a word during the exam, for fear of being beaten.
Finally, I got the holiday notice. I don't want to go to school at home because I'm afraid of hearing the exam results. It was my mother's repeated urging that it was almost eight o'clock before I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. As soon as I got to school, my good friend Gui came to tell me that you had won the first place in the exam. I don't believe it. I think he's lying to me. Gui said you lied about being a puppy. Just now, the teacher said that you were the only one who made the correct sentence in Chinese and got 100. Happiness comes so suddenly, God, I was right.
Throughout the summer vacation, I worked hard, cutting cattle, cutting Artemisia annua to pad pigsty and sweeping the floor. Because there is a watch at home, "Shanghai" brand with elastic band, my father promised me that I would take this watch to school as long as I behaved well. Every night, my father asks me to recognize my watch. The slender hand is the second hand. It doesn't matter. I have to look at the short pointer first. Where it points, it means what time it is. A thick hand is a minute hand, and it takes five minutes to walk a square. Teach me how to wind the watch again, thirty times, not more, or it will break.
Based on my holiday performance, before school started, my father officially announced that he would give me a watch to wear at school and put it at home after school. He also specially cut off a strap to make it fit me.
School started, the third grade has already left, and I became a student of the third grade. The teacher officially announced that I was in charge of ringing the bell. My hands shook badly when I held the hammer. Although I hung the rotten plow surface on a peach tree at home, took my younger brother and sister to class and finished class, and practiced it many times, I was still excited. Hardly had I knocked when the clock began to shake, and the height of the hammer was not accurate. Fortunately, the teacher came and told me to knock in the middle, not at the bottom of the bell, so that the sound would be crisp and the bell would not swing from side to side.
Shouldering the glorious task of ringing the bell, I dare not slack off. Secretly set your watch forward 10 minutes to ensure that you can get to school first and not be late.
During recess, pupils often come to ask, Brother, how many minutes before class? Three minutes. Everyone is cheering, and we can play for another three minutes.
At noon, another good friend Gui quietly gave me three pieces of paper and bread and told me that the teacher had not come yet. Let's ring the bell later and play with the bread for a while. So what do I do? I held up my watch, and the teacher said, I can't miss a cent. Angry aki stopped playing with me for two or three days.
"Bang-"Whether it's a girl playing sandbags and rubber bands or a boy playing cockfighting with sweat on his face, as soon as the prepared bell rings, I immediately run back to the classroom and start to take out books to read. The boiling campus immediately read aloud. At that moment, I seemed to be a trumpeter blowing the charge horn.
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I watched the movie Tunnel Warfare in junior high school. One night, the Japanese devil Yamada took advantage of the night to sneak attack and was discovered by Uncle Zhong. Uncle Zhong didn't hide to protect himself, but ran to the village clock quickly. Hearing the alarm, the villagers all hid in the tunnel. When Yamada found Uncle Zhong, he raised his hand and raised his gun. Uncle Zhong fell down, sounded the alarm with his last strength, and then from the waist.
What I don't understand is, why don't the Japanese look for Uncle Zhong? Why didn't he hide quickly or hide in the tunnel? He just ran to ring the doorbell.
It was not until later that I gradually understood that this was the mission. Uncle Zhong awakened the whole village with his own sacrifice and protected the safety of the villagers.
The central school organizes party member to study every month, promotes reform through cases, and conducts party spirit education. Although I'm not party member, I still insist on attending, because it is a wake-up call, which always wakes me up, wakes me up, makes me aware of my responsibilities, and keeps in mind my initial intention and mission.
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A teacher asked me that day what kept me writing articles day after day for two years. Do you think it's useful for others to read it?
I told him a story:
Many years ago, in a temple, an old abbot gave the young monk a mallet to ring the bell. The young monk is very depressed. Is such a big clock and such a small hammer useful?
The abbot said, knock at the door. So the young monk began to knock, once, twice and three times, and the clock stopped. It was not until the 500th stroke that the bell began to swing and began to vibrate slightly. The young monk was very happy and kept knocking. Finally, at the 600th stroke, the bell of the big bronze bell roared. The bell rang throughout the temple, and all the monks performed their duties, chopping wood, chanting and sweeping the floor. The bell came from the valley, and the working villagers were so happy that they couldn't help but stop to listen.
I said, I may be the little monk who rings the bell. I believe that if I keep knocking, one day I can hear the bell roar.
When I was a child, I liked to ring the bell, which was an inspiring bell on the way to school and sounded the horn of the charge.
In tunnel warfare, the bell of the old clock book and the study of party history are both awakening bells. Let me stay awake, dare to take responsibility and live up to my mission.
Over the years, after work, I have insisted on reading and writing. I prefer to be a bell ringer, so that more teachers and friends can see hope, define their goals and directions, and believe in the power of time and persistence.