Nowadays, when people reach middle age, they often unconsciously recall people and things in the past. Some people gradually blur in the long river of time, and some people find it more interesting as time goes by. Some of their words had a profound influence on me. Let's briefly introduce some old friends (to be precise, they should be "teachers and friends").
1. Teacher Wu Weiliang
Teacher Wu, whose stage names are mustard (sea mustard) and Sanyuan (he loves Pu Shu very much), was an art teacher when I was in middle school. Later, I transferred to my alma mater and became a colleague and a very good friend with Mr. Wu (who is one of the people I respect very much). He lives untidily and loves to wear wide clothes, but his thoughts are absolutely pure. He likes calligraphy, Chinese painting, hiking and photography. A five-meter-long box occupies half the room, and the yard is full of Pu Shu bonsai.
Mr. Wu's calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting are very famous in the circle (he has been practicing calligraphy very diligently, but I don't know how many buckets of water he wrote on the concrete floor in the office). Luo Yi, a farmer who loves and buys his works all over the country, has held many personal calligraphy and painting exhibitions. His works are simple, elegant and clumsy, which is a true portrayal of his personality, giving people beautiful enjoyment and spiritual purification. When I got married, I had a party with him, a pair of couplets and a fan, which I have always treasured.
In the autumn of 20 10, my wife and brother got married, and my father-in-law asked him to sit in the cupboard (writing couplets, keeping accounts, etc.). At the end of lunch break, guests and friends went home one after another, and the things on the cupboard basically ended. He and I went for a walk in the field at the head of the village, which is next to the Yi River. As soon as I got out of the village, a beautiful smell of rice and flowers came at me. Looking around, it's almost all green. Green and neat rice is covered with fields. The thatch on the ridge of the field doesn't reach the knee, and the long white ears are pulled out. Teacher Wu Can can't help saying that it's really "good" here. You stand next to this thatch and I'll take a picture of you. Now that I think about it, Mr. Wu is a person who can always find beauty, feel beauty and enjoy beauty.
During the chat, he said: "I don't know how to teach students, especially art, for fear that something is wrong or inappropriate, which will affect children's impression and understanding of art."
When I heard this, my heart was shocked, because at that time, Mr. Wu was over 500 years old, had more than 30 years of art teaching experience and was quite accomplished academically. I know this sentence is his true voice and true feeling from the heart.
It took me many years to understand the meaning of this sentence-the more real a master is, the more strict he is with himself, and he can't even say a word casually, especially to teachers, because teachers' words and deeds, emotions and sorrows will have an impact on students.
2. Teacher Liu Cheng Yuan
Teacher Liu is my colleague who works in the county middle school. He is about ten years older than me. He teaches Chinese and I teach math. From 2008 to 20 10, we worked together for two years. Teacher Liu is honest, good at independent thinking, has his own views on all issues, and never follows others' advice. In the past two years, we lived in the same room, got along well and felt like brothers. He has a great influence on me.
Teacher Liu plays basketball very well. After work, he took me to the basketball court and formed the habit of exercising. From 2008 to now, my physical exercise has never stopped, rain or shine. Insisting on exercise has long been a part of my life. It has given me a strong body and abundant energy, and laid a solid foundation for my work and life.
In the evening, after school, we went to the gym together. After the exercise, we walked home with a bicycle and talked while walking (our home is in the same direction, by the way, his home is closer to the school than mine, and the reason why we don't push the cart is that we can chat for a while). The topic of the conversation was wide, the atmosphere was pleasant, and some issues were also discussed in depth. We often stop to talk when we get to his door, and sometimes he simply doesn't go home to accompany me for a while.
One night, the light was on, and we talked about eating. He said, "people always have to set a few disciplines for themselves, and once they have set them, they must strictly abide by them. For example, if I give myself a discipline not to eat beef, I will resolutely not eat it. Even if it is tempting, I will never touch it (he doesn't like beef, but he likes it because it is used to cultivate will). "
His words about discipline have a great influence on my thinking. I have been thinking about what discipline I should make for myself. What about you? Some people may say that life is like a blink of an eye, don't treat yourself badly, and don't restrain yourself like an ascetic. Since life is short, you can do whatever you want and live freely. What kind of views do you support? )
3. Miss Huang
Miss Huang is my colleague when I first entered the rural joint middle school. In terms of age, he belongs to my father. After graduating from high school, I worked as a civil affairs teacher for more than ten years and became a formal teacher in the 1990s. Mr. Huang taught Chinese, history and other courses when he was young. He quotes classics in class and is humorous. The students especially like his class. Last year, Mr. Huang retired honorably.
After decades of life experience, Mr. Huang has developed a pair of critical eyes, and he can always see the essence directly. He is round but not slippery, and pays special attention to protecting and supporting the younger generation. He gave me advice and guidance many times.
Teacher Huang is an optimist, a gourmet and a warm-hearted person (I always think he is the reincarnation of Su Dongpo). He often drinks a little wine when he goes home for lunch at noon and comes to work with a red face in the afternoon. When he meets people, he always wears a cheerful smile, giving people a warm and cordial impression. He often teaches me how to cook. What impressed me most was that he taught me to make lion's head meatballs and sweet and sour shredded radish. These two dishes were handed down by teacher Huang, and I feel good about myself. There are weddings and funerals in the village, and the housemaster always asks him to be a deacon (called "manager" in dialect). He is also very willing to go to this unpaid post to help people arrange all kinds of things in order and reassure the housemaster (I have followed him many times to help the white affairs of large families and write some obituaries and eulogies).
I spent two years with Mr. Huang in United Middle School. I respect him like a father and he treats me like a son. Two years later, I was transferred to the middle school in the center of the town, and the chances of meeting each other were much less, which made me feel a little sorry. Fortunately, after two years, Lianzhong evacuated to the town, and we fought side by side in the same campus. Because of his age, he was assigned to work in the library. I have worked in the town for five years and brought five graduating classes from Grade Three, all of which are overloaded, so I seldom patronize the library (now it seems that being busy with work is just an excuse for not wanting to study).
Once I met Miss Huang on campus. He couldn't wait to take my hand to the library. As he walked, he said, "What have you been up to recently?" Have you read any famous books? The province has just allocated many famous books to the library. Let's choose some books to read. I said, "I have also read China and four great classical novels." He couldn't help pulling me to the bookshelf, pointing to a row of brand-new world classics, and said earnestly, "You should not only read Chinese classics, but also look at them. "
After many years, I came into contact with the new education and became a student of Network Normal College. I really understand what Miss Huang said. I want to read books written not only by Chinese people, but also by foreigners. After all, the world is very big.