The writer writes the teacher's article: teacher! Teacher! (Yan Lianke)
Looking at the father-like teacher far away from the village head, he walked like an old tree on the earth in the sunset until he gradually disappeared in the village head. I also saw his figure walking in my heart, and his steps slowly fluctuated, just like I was silently listening to my heartbeat.
I saw my teacher again, just like a pilgrim saw a god who was grateful to him since he was a child. In the sunshine of the first month of this year, it is also cold in the winter of the first month. I went home to attend my uncle's funeral, and also made solemn etiquette and commemoration of my uncle's third anniversary. In this spare space, Mr. Zhang came to my house and sat on the stool in my room. The emptiness and disorder of the countryside separated the distance and silence between me and my teacher. Sitting opposite each other, drinking white water and peeling apples, we talked about many old memories with mixed feelings of sadness and joy, such as my study, my homework, playing truant when I was in junior high school more than 30 years ago, and my classmate who studied well and was a rich farmer because of his high family composition. It seems that grandpa is suspected of exploiting others, so he is not qualified to go to high school. Naturally, after 1977, the college entrance examination that thundered on the ground, he also missed the days when he sat in the examination room and tried his luck. There are other poor students who not only study hard, but also have a spiritual talent in calligraphy. On the first day of the first month, people's words and ink can already be confused with Yan Tie. But later, because of the situation and family circumstances, he not only failed to pass the exam, but also left this desolate and hot world early due to illness.
The world, for some people, is so cold that nothing grows; For some people, it is bustling and bustling, and there will be flowers and fruits every time you talk and walk. However, for my teacher Zhang Menggeng, it is the warmth in silence, and there is a biting cold in the warmth. Born in the late 1920s, the teacher dropped out of school, dropped out of school, studied repeatedly, walked in the alley between the ridge and life, experienced the sword and shadow from Japan, experienced the reincarnation of the national * * * movement, and then 1949 red flag fluttered. I always remember being hungry and cold, but my family suddenly became a landlord during the land reform. Such a fate. Fortunately, however, he is educated after all, and he has received a good education. The rural areas of this country are also the most aware of the weight of culture. Although culture is not necessarily dignity and wealth, it is also a part of life for children to read and write their first and last names. Then the teacher becomes a teacher. From one village to another; From middle school in one village to another, until the reform and opening up in China, he was transferred to a high school in the county and became the dean. Finally, he presided over all aspects of the school, the degree of leisure and anxiety. In an instant, in all the golden years of his life, 43 spring and autumn trees withered and covered with dust, even the corners of the students' classrooms and the legs of the desks. The edge of the principal's office is often withered and green.
I don't know how the teacher feels about his life, from a book he wrote, My Life? In the simple booklet "Autobiography of Zhang Menggeng", people feel sad and bitter. I thought about the strength of the world and the weakness of people, and how fate and life are almost like running water on the dry sand. It can be said that it is flowing, but it cannot be separated from the dry and powerful engulfment. Finally, we graduated, and the teacher's hair was gray; When we reach middle age, our teacher fails. We have a family and a career, but the teacher is in a quiet life, watching the students he once disciplined and reprimanded, living a life of recalling the past and thinking about the past that he still remembers but his students have long forgotten.
I still remember that in the first season, he was my head teacher and bishop of Chinese, but on a hot summer day, aphids were everywhere in my cotton field, and everyone was frightened, so I invited more than a dozen male students in my class to help my mother catch aphids. On that day, the classroom was naturally empty, there were few students, and the teacher couldn't teach. Everyone could only read with books. On the morning of returning to school from the cotton field, the teacher asked me why I skipped class with my classmates. I actually plausibly said that I took my classmates to cotton fields to catch aphids for a long time; Unexpectedly, he asked the teacher that aphids were everywhere in the field. Should I help my mother catch aphids for a long time? It is said that if aphids are not cleared within three days, cotton will die and bear no fruit in one season. Time is pressing and there are not enough people at home. I asked my classmates for help for a long time. What did I do wrong?
The result seems to be skipping classes with my classmates, which is in line with the school rules and constitution, suitable for the law of human feelings, and makes the teacher on the podium speechless for a while. Those unreasonable and troublesome memories, those unreasonable and opinionated words may be exactly what I dare to make up or mechanically in my writing today, trying to make the impossible possible and start early. However, when I saw the teacher this time and faced the old man who raised me all my life, I suddenly felt a sense of guilt that I had never felt for more than 30 years, like a sand spring.
We just sat drinking water and chatting and reminiscing about the past, until the sun set and the wind blew the wall of my house with a faint reddish sound, and the teacher insisted on saying goodbye. He said happily that it is God's will that his children work outside the home and are extremely filial, which makes his life bumpy and teaching difficult. When he is old, his children succeed, and his students succeed, as if the roots of winding vines are finally overflowing.
When the teacher walked by my house, I helped him lift the stool; When I left the yard, I helped him cross the threshold; When he was sent to the door, it was a bumpy ground that I helped him cross. When my father died too early, I helped my teacher like an elderly father. Looking at the father-like teacher far away from the village head, he walked like an old tree on the earth in the sunset until he gradually disappeared in the village head. I also saw his figure walking in my heart, and his steps slowly fluctuated, just like I was silently listening to my heartbeat.
I can't say where the teacher is great, but I think he is great; I can't tell him anything extraordinary, but I think he is extraordinary. Perhaps the world itself is that everyone is truly great, and greatness itself is actually a great vulgarity that is covered up.
The writer writes the teacher's article: dignity and health? My teacher Liang Shiqiu (He Huaishuo)
Sister Liang is about to publish "Chun Hua Qiu Shi Liang Shiqiu Girls Recall the Past". Let a hundred flowers blossom? Ms. Gao Yanhua, the editor, called me and hoped that I could write something to supplement this book. Of course I would.
When I was young, I was fortunate to know two historical figures, and I was encouraged and rewarded by them. Their behavior, talent, meritorious service and personality style inspired me. The promotion of art and mind has given me spiritual irrigation, which is the source that has the greatest influence on my personality growth. They are Liang Shiqiu and Ye Gongchao, my two teachers.
Most people think that Liang and Ye are both classical and romantic. In fact, not every first-class person has to have both. If there is any difference, it is just too heavy and too light. Teacher Shi Qiu advocates classicism, especially Babbitt, and dares not compliment romanticism. What do you think classicism is? All of them? (? A considerable combination of various material properties? ), is it? The health of art? . And romanticism should be? Part? (? All the sick feelings? )。 Then I read a book by Bazin, a master of European cultural history. He said, Owen? Babbitt saw the hope of defaming Rousseau's works in Mussolini, which is completely logical and not surprising. More importantly, the dictator's incitement to heroism seems to remind people of Romantic praise for courage and adventure. ? Ba Zun added:? If someone searches for accepted information about romanticism, the answer he gets is likely to be the characteristics of individualism. ? We know Shi Qiushi is the most opposed to using it? Collectivism? Suppress and deny personal values. So, is Babbitt's new humanism not contradictory to Rousseau's criticism? In fact, Babbitt and Bazun are both respectable scholars and thinkers, and their theories are equally valuable. Reason and emotion are construction? Healthy? The two pillars of thought should not be neglected. Looking back at Liang and Ye, there seems to be a difference between classical and romantic on the surface, but they are both classical and romantic in their bones. In fact, classical and romantic, reason and emotion, temperance and freedom, people in different time and space and situations have different brilliance and karma because of their personality and talent in their anti-DPRK, concealment or action. For the rest of his life, Mr. Shi Qiu stayed in the world and buried himself in writing, leaving many meaningful words for future generations. I'm sure it's enough just to rely on elegant house sketches.
In July, the year before Shi Qiu's death, he wrote a preface to a collection of essays, Boiling Stones. Dignity? With what? Healthy? Ask for advice. After reading Mr. Shi Qiu? About Xu zhimo? Do you know the first volume of New Moon (written by Xu Zhimo)? Our attitude? Uncover in the middle? Dignity? With what? Healthy? . I don't know how many medals the teacher gave me. I know more, from youth to old age, Mr. Shi Qiu and a group of their literary friends, and? Dignity? With what? Healthy? It is the highest pursuit of literature, consistent and lifelong.
On 1967, I read the book "Talking about Wen Yiduo" just published by my teacher. The story of Dumen's refusal to invite guests is a little different from what the teacher said before the book was published. I said to the secretary: I remember the teacher said it, but it was more detailed. Mr. Yiduo wrote a long poem in the room, and the sticker at the door said he was going out. Peeking through the keyhole, he knew Yiduo was studying hard and quit without saying anything. Later, I wrote more long poems so as not to be disturbed. Because I mentioned that I have been painting for a long time recently, and teachers often do the same. This is concentration and a good phenomenon, just like a gentleman in those days. 1 Feb. 9761day. ?
In the past twenty or thirty years, I have written several articles about Shi Qiu, including three mourning articles. I still cherish old newspapers.
Shi Qiu has been away from us for more than twenty years. Sister Wen Qiang's book? Recall the past? I am eager to read, so that I can reproduce my intimate teacher in my mind and learn more about the past I don't know. /kloc-Petrarch, a great writer in the 0/4th century, believes that writing can be passed down from generation to generation to overcome the shortness of life. Teacher Shi Qiu has long been a historical figure. Writing memorable words for historical figures is also a kind of dedication and merit. Did Mr. Hu Shizhi advocate writing before? Biography? I think what people can remember is also worth promoting. Life is like floating dust, only the highest wisdom and thoughts will shine forever, inspiring later generations. We are willing to be payers.
The writer writes the teacher's article: I will miss you forever? Teacher Yan Su (Huang Hong)
On the 13th day of the first month, along with the Chinese Music Association, I sent a greeting to Baofeng, Henan. The Association asked me to write an article in memory of Teacher Yan Su, and I thought about it for a long time.
On the fifth day of 20 16, Mr. Yan Su left us, which made my heart extremely sad. I remember that in October 16,16 10, a report on the deeds of Yan Su, a model of the times, was held during the National Committee of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and we listened to his deeds on the spot. At the report meeting, no matter his comrades-in-arms, peers, relatives and friends, the story of Yan Su was so kind, natural, warm and touching.
I have participated in the Spring Festival Gala for 24 years and the double-support party for 23 years, and I have close contact and cooperation with Mr. Yan Su almost every time. He is kind and treats people kindly. He not only has the idea of strategically advantageous positions, but also has the wisdom of spring thinking, especially his grasp of themes and aesthetics, which can better show his demeanor. He is not only a good planner and creator, but also a good teacher and audience when attending the party. As a comedian, I deeply feel this. There is a saying in our industry that Quyi sketch programs are most afraid of? Check the thief face to face? In other words, it's sad that the leaders are censored to such a degree, because comedy shows will be interesting without audience, laughter and applause? Fuck? At this time, Mr. Yan Su, who is sitting in the auditorium, always gives a loud laugh and joins us. His laughter will not only affect the censored leaders, but also bring confidence to the censored actors. At this time, we will pour out such a sentence in our hearts. This old man is really nice. More importantly, his jokes are accurate, he laughs where he should laugh, and he never disagrees without principle when he shouldn't.
I remember the double support party in 2009, and the venue was moved from China Theatre to the Great Hall of the People, which was a great test for comedy sketches. The sketch we created that year was Happy Events in the Country. Due to the large stage, the creative concept and expression form of sketches need to be adjusted. The first draft didn't go well. The leader is not satisfied after the review, and neither are we. At the meeting, Teacher Yan Su said this. Is this sketch the short board of this party at present? . The old man's sentence is heavy. He won't say such a thing easily. As soon as it came out, it brought great pressure to our creative group. This means that this program may win. We know that once it is won, it is very likely that language programs will no longer be considered in the future double support party held in the Great Hall of the People. So we went back to the hotel and fought for three days and nights. The leader of the troupe came to the hotel with condolences to cheer us up. After a few days of review, we made a brand-new work, a happy event in the country, especially the ending. Nong-123456? The license plate pushed the sketch to a climax, the leader passed, the audience was satisfied, and Teacher Yan Su smiled. I remember when I walked out of the theater, I quietly played a joke on him. Lao Yan, are we longboards this time? He said,? Your program has come up, and new shortcomings have appeared. ? This sentence has always stayed in my heart. I think, in some important party performances, if we don't have the level and sense of responsibility like Mr. Yan Su, what would our shortcomings really be? Drainage? .