? When I was in college, I often went to my hometown Jane and Juan's dormitory to play. They are very beautiful, and the word "beauty" naturally attracted me,
? When I was in college, I often went to my hometown Jane and Juan's dormitory to play. They are very beautiful, and the word "beauty" naturally attracted me, and we became friends. Jane and Juan's head teacher is Sun, a poet teacher.
? Once I went to their dormitory to chat, I happened to meet Teacher Sun who was also next door to their dormitory. Mr. Sun is a representative poet of the obscure poetry school in the 1980s, and he is the same poet as Gu Cheng and Shu Ting of the first National Youth Poetry Society. Teacher Sun taught us to write. After 1999, she was transferred to the Social Education and Literature Department of Ningbo TV Station as a reporter and screenwriter. Jane and Juan's class is the only class where Sun worked as a head teacher when she was teaching at Ningbo University. He is unrestrained. When he became the head teacher, he had a very good relationship with the students in this class, just like his own children. He is talking about literature and life with a group of students, trying on their sweaters with a smile. At that time, Mr. Sun, as a poet, was radiant and our male god. I am a little introverted, standing in the long dormitory corridor, but I don't have the courage to go in and say hello to the teacher. Actually, it's not that I don't want to go in. If I go in, I really don't know what to say.
? When I was in college, I sat at the first table, the first table against the wall. I chose this position myself. I remember that I also took the first table in high school, or I took the initiative to change with a male classmate. I will always like a quiet world where no one bothers me. Even in a class composed of a group, I will still find the quietest corner. My deskmate in college is a horse. She often tells me that others are the crystallization of parents' love, and I am the crystallization of parents' tragedy ... Later I learned that her mother with high vision is an educated youth in Xinjiang and doesn't match her father, so she vented her grievances on her. Xia's face is round, dark, angry, his tongue is heavy, and he speaks northern dialect. She has a pair of big eyes, and when she speaks, she rolls her eyes from time to time and is cynical. In fact, she is very simple and studies hard. As for me, I sit there quietly every day and wonder where my heart is flying. In writing class, Mr. Sun occasionally walks up to Ma and says, Your father and I used to be colleagues in the Chinese Department of Zhoushan Normal University ... I sit by and listen quietly, never interrupting Mr. Sun or saying a word to him. But after graduating from college for so many years, it was I who studied poetry with the great poet Sun. Remember, life is really a wonderful fate! It also reminds me of the only three girls in Mr. Sun's last class teacher. Now they are all my best friends. Their friendship began in college.
? When I was in college, part of the living expenses were subsidized by the state and the work package was distributed, so the pressure on employment prospects was small, and my life was getting better and better every day, which made me very happy. At that time, I took the composition assigned by the teacher as my homework, and everything would be fine after I finished it. Once, when Mr. Sun was in class, the composition was handed out. At first glance, the blank space under my composition is full of beautiful red pen approvals from Mr. Sun, which are four or five hundred words, which makes me feel shocked and ashamed. I wrote this composition in a hurry, and it took me more time to write it. Maybe he spent more time correcting it. After so many years, I still remember that the title of this composition is "The Story of the Sea". I read this article again from beginning to end, and the more I think about it, the more ashamed I am. From then on, I made up my mind to read more extracurricular books and strive to write a truly satisfactory composition in the future, so as to be worthy of teacher Sun's careful correction. This vulgar reason is still blushing when I think about it.
? When I was admitted to the Chinese Department, my college entrance examination score far exceeded the admission line, ranking second in my class. I remember my classmate Chen (now in the Finance Bureau) with the same score as me. His college entrance examination score is similar to mine. As a fellow villager, he asked me to fill in Zhejiang Finance College. I dare not! At that time, it was an era of "thousands of troops crossing the wooden bridge". It is not easy to enter a university. If it is voluntary, the university will not have to study. How dare I? As a result, I didn't know that Chen had the same score as me until the college entrance examination score came out. He entered Zhejiang University of Finance and Economics. Now that I think about it, we were reckless when filling out our volunteers, and Zhuge Liang was simply unpredictable. Where can I fill in my volunteers first and then send out the college entrance examination results? Just kidding! Maybe I have to. At that time, computers just started, electronic information was underdeveloped, and the whole people were still computer illiterate.
? Yao Yuan once said that he was grateful to meet the best writing teacher in college. I feel the same way. In the writing class, Mr. Sun told us many works by foreign writers, such as Kafka and Baudelaire, and also read poems by China native poets Gu Cheng and Bei Dao. Although I was lost among talented women at that time, slowly, I fell in love with this Chinese department class and my major, Chinese language and literature, until now.
? In the year of college graduation, according to the distribution policy of the Education Bureau, all normal students were assigned to towns and villages, and we who graduated from undergraduate courses were no exception. I managed to find a job in Ninghai Vocational Education Center, which is the nearest vocational high school in the city. At that time, I didn't consider the difference between ordinary high schools and vocational high schools, thinking that a good geographical location would do. Many things are "misfortune, happiness!" I can't say clearly at present. If I hadn't asked for help, I graduated from the Chinese Department and should be assigned to Gaopu according to the regulations. Gaopu's teaching is under great pressure, so maybe I won't take the road of writing in the future. Many things can be described as a mistake. Maybe fate will decide what kind of person you will become.
? Of course, the first fifteen years after work, life is really hard. The ancients said that "standing at thirty" is an ancient thing. In real life, we live in this vast world, buying a house and raising children, and your parents are sick from time to time, which makes you very tired. There are many things in school. Being a class teacher and evaluating professional titles is too busy. This is the reality after the college dream. It is not an exaggeration to describe life as a string. Everyday life is like a taut string, which may be cut at any time and place. The ideal is full, and the reality is really skinny. Fortunately, in the end, life got better step by step: I was awarded a senior title and embarked on the road of writing. Perhaps, after so many years, there are too many things in life to tell. I like being alone, and words naturally become my bosom friend. In the text, I found my original free and easy self.
After graduating from college, the cheerful and lively Juan was assigned to teach in the junior high school in the town. She worked hard at work, and later became a vice principal, and her career was booming. Jane, who is quiet and introverted, married in Shanghai, and now grows flowers while teaching and lives a rich life.
? Maybe it's because of the class teacher. Teacher Sun has a good relationship with the students in Juan's class. He often said that the most proud thing in life is that peaches and plums are everywhere. On the New Year's Day of 20 16, I saw a group photo of several of their classmates and Teacher Sun in a circle of friends. It turns out that Mr. Sun is playing in Xujiashan, Ninghai. I said half jokingly, You are so happy with Male god teacher! Juan told me that she would go to Wushan Grottoes with Teacher Sun tomorrow and asked me if I wanted to go. I said, I'd love to go, but I'm afraid Miss Sun won't recognize me. Teacher Sun is the class teacher of Juan, but I am not. At that time, I really wanted to see the poets and teachers I admired. In the evening, I called my university and asked her if she had time to visit Teacher Sun in Wushan Grottoes. Li Tongxue said that the school was making up lessons at the weekend and couldn't get out. In this way, after much consideration, I finally didn't go to see Mr. Sun. In fact, in the final analysis, I have no confidence. I don't even have the confidence to meet the teacher. I'm afraid I can't fit into their class.
That year, I began to really love writing. I used to write only occasionally. I just started writing, and my writing style is not very good. How can I have the face to see Mr. Sun? In the past five years, I have worked hard in writing. I have published 50 or 60 articles in various newspapers and magazines and written nearly 400,000 words. I also joined the Ningbo Writers Association and became a signing writer of provincial short stories. I started writing prose, and later spent two years writing a semi-autobiographical novel. The novel shows the material poverty of our time, the difficult road to study and the history of workplace struggle. For myself, this novel is a testimony of my own growth, which has certain value and significance of the times. At the beginning of February last year, during the epidemic, Jane told me that Teacher Sun had to write an epidemic poem every day. She recently sent me more than a dozen poems written by Teacher Sun. In the past two years, I have fallen in love with poetry and often feel it. I have written a lot of poems, but the quality is average and there is no progress. On the same day, Juan also gave me a poem by Teacher Sun. I can't be calm after reading the teacher's more beautiful and profound poems. I said to Jane: Jane, you tell Teacher Sun that I want to add his WeChat.
? After that, I really added Teacher Sun's WeChat. Since then, I have once again become a student of Teacher Sun! From then on, I began to learn poetry from Teacher Sun. When I told him my name, he remembered that I was in Mao He's class. For more than 20 years, he can still clearly remember our class, only talented poets and teachers. On WeChat, I told him personally that I like poetry very much and want to learn from him. Teacher Sun said, "Writing poems is fun!" In a simple sentence, it's really fun! How much poetry, how much emotion in it! Poetry is teacher Sun's life! As a poet of the first National Youth Poetry Society, Zeng Geometry has not written poetry for more than 20 years. Why didn't he write these twenty years? It's strange that such a talented poet doesn't write poems! Is it personal or time? Perhaps, only Mr. Sun knows.
That time when we were together, we realized that we were Capricorn like me. Teacher Sun told us that he was Capricorn for the first time. I jokingly said to him: Teacher, you are Scorpio, Yao Yuan and I are Capricorn, and you were born to be our teacher, which is destiny takes a hand. "
? If there is fate in this world, I am destined to be a teacher's student again. Now I am chasing his poems and writing mine happily!
? Years are not old, dreams are horses. May you and I cross Qian Fan and return to our youth.