? At about ten o'clock in the morning, a short-distance bus from Wang Lou Township in the suburbs pulled into the old bus station in the city center (now the intersection of Yingbin Road and Jianjun Road). Soon, a middle-aged man and a boy came out with the crowd, followed Jianjun Middle Road to the west, turned right around the big copper horse turntable, walked north for a few minutes, and then turned left into a road. The road is not wide, with plane trees planted on both sides. It's been a few years, and the broad canopy blocks most of the sunlight. There are not many pedestrians on the road, which is cool and quiet.
Soon, the middle-aged man stopped at the gate of a middle school on the right side of the road, pointed to the school next to him, and smiled and said to the boy, "Well, this is No.1 Middle School, your high school, a very good school." The boy responded casually, and then he looked at it carefully.
From the door, there is little difference between the school and the original junior high school. The square brick doorpost is painted with gray cement slurry, and a rectangular outline is recessed in the middle of the left doorpost, engraved with "Yancheng No.1 Middle School" (inscribed by Hu Qiaomu? I think so. There is an iron gate in the middle of the doorpost, and an old man is sitting in the left gatehouse and shaking a cattail leaf fan to dispel the summer heat. It should be the guard uncle on duty. Looking through the iron gate, a straight brick road extends inward, with Metasequoias planted on both sides, a window on the right side of the road, and a two-or three-story building faintly seen in the trees not far from the left. During the summer vacation, there are no students in the campus, and there is no special decoration on the campus. It is quiet, serene, simple and generous.
After a few minutes, the middle-aged man reminded the boy, let's go, I have something to do, and I will show you something here in the future. Three years, no hurry.
This is the memory of my first acquaintance with my alma mater, as plain as water. At that time, there was no concept or special feeling for any key school in a city, province or province except the name of the school (because I always felt that those who came first should be great).
In fact, my alma mater is like a knowledgeable scholar. Meeting him in the street is no different from an ordinary passer-by, but only by talking with him in depth will I benefit a lot. When I was young, I didn't know this truth at all, and I never thought it would be the most important post station in my life. It is from here that I got the most important first key in my life and used it to turn a new page in my life.
? Soon after returning home from the city, it was the day when high school started. School starts early because of military training.
? I remember on the first day of school, my father carried the burden, with rice at one end and bedding and luggage at the other. With a basin and other odds and ends of daily necessities in my hand and a yellow schoolbag on my back, I followed my father to the school for registration.
Go through the formalities, pay the food expenses (at that time, students can pay rice or food stamps every month without paying part of the food expenses), and recognize the dormitory. Because I have been living in the school for three years in junior high school, my father is ready to go back after completing the formalities. Before leaving, he pointed to the road at the school gate and said, this is a big city, so you should pay attention to safety and take care of yourself when you go out.
Writing here, I suddenly realized a problem-my father sent his son to high school, but he didn't mention anything about his study before he left. He just wants his children to be safe in this strange city. How incredible this is now. Did he think it was not particularly important to go to school or was he careless and forgot to tell him?
None of these. On the contrary, he has great respect for knowledge. He once finished junior high school in another provincial key middle school in this city. Later, due to family difficulties, it was difficult for his grandparents who depended on the weather to bear the lives of seven children. How can they afford to send their children to high school? My father left school with infinite disappointment and regret. He knew very well how important learning was for a farmer's child at that time. Going to college and eating public meals is the only choice for most rural children to change their fate. But he seldom talked about learning in front of me, which was also the behavior of most parents at that time. In their view, learning is students' own business. In that era when material life was still poor, ensuring the basic life of a family was their top priority, and they didn't have much energy to accompany them to study. It was this unintentional release that gave the children at that time more opportunities for freedom and independence, lost too much "care" and bondage, and flew instead.
After leaving my father to do nothing, I wandered around the campus, which opened the prelude to living with every inch of campus for three years.
Compared with the current school campus, the campus at that time was really small, even small, but exquisite. The campus is functionally divided into two parts: the teaching area in the south and the living area in the north.
Coming in from the correction door, along the main road, the first thing you see is the three-story junior high school teaching building. The gray old cement wall of the junior high school teaching building has been told for several years, and it is estimated to be one of the oldest buildings in the school.
Behind the junior high school building is a three-story high school building. There is not much space between the two floors, which is occupied by a bicycle shed, leaving only a green space more than ten meters wide. The high school building is much newer than the junior high school building. The six classrooms face south, back and north from east to west, clean and bright.
Oh, this will be the place where I will live and study in high school for three years. This is my new home.
The northeast corner of the high school teaching building is a small open-air basketball court, and the north of the basketball court is the only big playground in the school. The playground is large, in fact, it is only relative to other open spaces on campus, and a circle is probably the standard 1000m venue.
On the west side of the playground is the school living area, including canteen, toilet and family members' area of faculty and staff. Senior one, boys' new dormitory has not been built yet, and boys are arranged in bungalows in the southwest corner of the school (where is the girls' dormitory? I really forgot), so students seldom go to this area except for eating and physical education class, because there is a high probability of meeting teachers here, and at that time, students generally have awe of teachers, even naughty students dare not make mistakes in front of teachers.
This simple relationship between teachers and students is actually a good tradition of respecting teachers and attaching importance to teaching, maintaining the dignity of being a teacher and the seriousness of learning, instead of blindly pursuing the superficial relationship of "equality between teachers and students" and forgetting the minimum respect, which has a certain degree and boundary for teachers' knowledge.
Go south along the path at the entrance of the canteen, cross a circular arch that is more than one person high, and then return to the school teaching area. On the left side of the arch is the high school teaching building, and on the right is the experimental audio-visual comprehensive building. Go ahead, two small two-story buildings are teachers' office buildings, probably junior high school teachers' offices.
Metasequoia glyptostroboides is the main tree planted on the main road of the campus, and the tall and straight Metasequoia glyptostroboides stands on both sides. They are like loyal campus guards, coming and going with the students here, watching the clouds and clouds together, growing up with the sweet juice of knowledge and experiencing the ups and downs of youth together.
This is my high school campus and my home forever.
? After half a month of military training, formal high school life began.
? As we all know, the students who can step into the gate of No.1 Middle School are excellent students in junior high schools in counties and townships (there are two in Wang Lou Township, and it is estimated that there will not be too many in other townships). Even so, the teaching quality of junior high schools varies greatly from place to place. In order to fully understand the various disciplines of freshmen, the school conducts a routine check-up one week after the start of school.
This is the first exam in high school. For every freshman, it is both exciting and nervous. I am excited that "Xueba" all over the country want to show their strength, but I am nervous that I don't know who I am, and things are unpredictable.
For me, No.1 Middle School is really No.1 Middle School, and the style of the test paper is completely unfamiliar. After all the subjects are finished, my heart is cold, completely cold.
The results came out. As expected, I failed in math and ranked 134 according to my grades. I know this is where I am now. There are 52 students in a class, which is less than half of the average.
The excitement is long gone, and only a few days and nights of tension have kept me awake all night. I fell from the first position in junior high school that year and was deeply hurt. The only pride and complacency at the beginning of school was completely torn to pieces by reality.
What are we going to do? Is there any hope for me?
? One doesn't believe in tears, and one doesn't need cowards.
? One word: chase!
After a thorough examination, I was deeply stressed. The original sense of superiority in junior high school has disappeared, leaving only those masters who are laughing, envious and jealous, and then really feel the confusion and pressure of those students with blind spots in knowledge.
After several sleepless nights of thinking, I realized that fear and retreat can't solve the problem. A thorough examination woke me up and made me mature a lot.
Facing the brand-new curriculum, brand-new environment and brand-new learning requirements, the first thing we need is to adapt as soon as possible and keep up with the rhythm and pace of the team, while the backward basic part can only make up for itself by squeezing out fragmented time.
Therefore, time has become the resource I want most. I don't plan to go to the streets to relax on weekends (the most popular street place is Xinhua Bookstore next to Tongma). The frequency of going home sometimes changes from once a month to once in February, and the available time is listed in the book, but I still feel that it is not enough. What should I do?
Only sleep less.
I don't know when it started. Some students in our class got up after four o'clock in the morning and read books under the streetlights under the campus trees.
When you find that people who are better than you in this world are more diligent than you, what reason do you have to be lazy?
Once I find this secret, I can't wait until 5: 30 (is this time right? I can't remember) The PE teacher whistled and woke up, so she joined the starlight morning reading team. From four o'clock at the beginning to three o'clock later, the memory of the two years of starlight morning reading (the second half of senior three is no longer so early, because the new lessons have been finished, so they are not so nervous) is still very deep.
The campus in the morning is very quiet, which is completely different from that in the daytime. The excitement during the day and the sound of books in the classroom have already been scattered in every corner of the campus with the morning fog. The city and people who have been busy all day are still asleep, and only Metasequoia trees on both sides of the road are working night shifts under street lamps seriously, waiting for the dawn to hand over.
At this time, the air is very fresh. Whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is the coolest moment of the day, which can make your mind clear and is also a good time to study.
At the corner of the junior high school building, there is a big buttonwood tree with a broad crown and dense branches and leaves, which blocks the sun. The corner of the building looks a little dark. For the convenience of pedestrians, the school specially installed two street lamps, which made this corner much brighter than other places on the roadside. Opposite the tree is a bicycle shed, so this corner has become the favorite place for early risers. Under the tree on a sunny day, under the shed on a rainy and snowy day, or in the twilight before dawn, it is silent.
In retrospect, I only slept about four or five hours a day in those days, and the food was average, but I never slept in class and I was full of energy all day. Now I eat and sleep like a pig every day, and sometimes I feel groggy after sleeping for eight hours. I really don't know why.
? Maybe it was because of the youth at that time, maybe it was because of the expectation in the eyes of my family, maybe it was because of my beliefs and ideals.
? In the late 1980s, there was no educational reform in China. Except for Beijing, the college entrance examination is the same paper, which is divided into liberal arts and science. The difference is that the subjects of liberal arts college entrance examination are foreign languages, foreign politics and geography, and the subjects of science are foreign languages, foreign politics and physics. Mathematics is divided into one or two volumes, and one volume of science is difficult to two volumes of liberal arts.
In order to link up with this college entrance examination model, senior high schools are divided into arts and sciences. As soon as the first semester of senior one is over, the first task is to divide classes into arts and sciences.
The principle of liberal arts placement is to refer to the results of various subjects and combine personal intentions. At that time, there was a general knowledge in the society that "learning mathematics and physics well and traveling all over the world is not afraid", so it is common for senior high schools in China to choose more science students than liberal arts students, and we are no exception. Six classes were eventually divided into two liberal arts students and four science students, and I was assigned from Grade One (1) to Grade Two (6).
? When the second year of high school begins, the new class begins to operate under the leadership of the new class teacher. It's a new class, but it's actually not brand-new, because most students are still old classes in Grade One, and the biggest change is that the ratio of male to female students is seriously unbalanced again. In high school, the ratio of boys to girls is about 3:2. There are more than 50 students in the class, including more than 20 girls. After placing it, it becomes 4: 1, leaving only ten girls, just like babies. In fact, this is also a reasonable split. Girls are good at language expression, while reading liberal arts is easy to give full play to their specialties, while boys are better than logical reasoning. Dull math and physical calculus can calm their turbulent youth.
Compared with that era, the current college entrance examination reform makes people completely unable to understand the truth. At that time, there was no extracurricular tutoring, and there was no stratification in running classes. At that time, there were only conscientious teachers and students who were bent on learning. Although the college entrance examination enrollment rate is only about 20%, those students who have not crossed the single-plank bridge have worked hard and paid a lot, but the number of places in the university is too small, which is unfortunately squeezed down. It's not their fault. An era always has its own characteristics and shortcomings.
? In the three years of high school, nearly 20 teachers have tutored me, including novices who have just started their jobs and old scholars with 40 or 50 years' teaching experience. They prepare lessons and teach classes every day, correct homework, compile papers, attend classes during the day and at night, rain or shine. They explained to us by example what is the real "learning to be a teacher and behaving as a teacher".
After many years, most of the teachers have retired, and some teachers have passed away. In retrospect, there are so many things to say that I can only choose some memories to express my gratitude to the teachers.
? Senior one math teacher is an old man, surnamed Su, short and fat, with a Hong Zhong voice and a good sense of humor. The strangest thing is his big round head full of knowledge. He is a peaceful man and loves to laugh. Students privately call him "Su Datou". I think he must know this nickname, but he has never met it.
? Teacher Su teaches senior one mathematics, algebra and geometry. Whenever there are many people in the class, he spreads his legs, slightly lowers his trademark head, and his huge forehead rushes sideways at us. The glasses on the bridge of the nose slowly slid down the bridge of the nose under the vibration of excited words, until they stuck on the nose, only to reveal his wise eyes, round eyes looking at us from the frame, black and white. He held a piece of chalk in his right hand and pointed to the blackboard with his left hand and said, "Watch out, I'm going to be deformed ...". The sound travels far in the classroom, just like the sound in my ear yesterday.
? Teacher Su left us a few years ago, and now I miss this lovely old man with a few words. I hope he can teach as happily as in heaven.
? Learning is a long-term process, which requires persistent patience and constant accumulation. Any method of quick success and instant benefit can only be effective temporarily, but it won't be long before you forget it in Jianghu. If you don't revisit it, you may die of old age.
? Chen, a physics teacher, is such a teacher who pays great attention to the accumulation of teaching. From the first day of class, he asked everyone to prepare another book. He will arrange a topic for the class representative to copy on the blackboard during lunch break every day, and put it away for him to correct before class the next morning. At noon, the class representative will take it back and send it to everyone. Every day for three years.
? According to informed students, Mr. Chen was originally from high flyers, Peking University. In that turbulent era, he was sent back to his hometown for some unclear reasons. Although he is a school teacher, he has never been qualified for public housing (I heard that he later transferred to another school and we graduated), so he can't be assigned to public housing. When he taught us, he and his teacher's mother still lived in a small house in an old community a few miles away from school (once lived with classmates). He taught us that we should be over 50 years old and our hair is mostly gray, but we have never heard him complain or passively teach because of historical injustice.
An old man in his 500 s comes to school early by bike every day. He teaches 100 students in two classes by himself. The task is very heavy, but in addition to textbook knowledge and homework, he still stubbornly "asks for it." In addition to one question every day, he often chooses a topic to compile his own test paper. His handwriting is very easy to recognize, square and neat. Holding a handwritten paper with ink fragrance, he always feels so at ease and tidy.
At that time, all teachers were like this, so you have to respect them!
? Tall and handsome face, fluent English, beautiful Roman style, serious students will turn away from time to time in class because of a certain problem, leaving a classroom full of surprised students looking at each other.
? As you can see, this is definitely a teacher with personality.
? Yes, he is my English teacher, Miss Hua.
A young teacher with a unique personality and even some arrogance.
Teacher Hua's class style is eclectic, and she often does whatever she wants. Sometimes, in order to explain the historical changes of a word, he spends most of his class time in the ocean of extracurricular knowledge. Swimming, forgetting textbooks, forgetting lesson plans. According to his explanation, English is a tool, not a course. You should learn it at any time in your life and experience it in your life, not just memorize it in a 45-minute class. At that time, we didn't fully understand the meaning of his words, thinking that textbooks were our bibles, and other extensions were a waste of time. We should know how precious time is, so conflicts between teachers and students occur from time to time, but this does not affect our liking for his class.
? I remember one morning in the second class, there was a rare total solar eclipse in the sky for many years, so an English teacher appeared, instructing students to paint their glasses with black ink and collectively sitting on the playground to watch the spectacle of the solar eclipse. After reading it, I popularized physical phenomena in English, which surprised the students in the next class, and I can't express my admiration.
It is a blessing to meet a good teacher in this life. We met many respectable and good teachers in Grade Three of No.1 Middle School. They taught us knowledge, and more importantly, taught us how to be a man and how to face life. Isn't this a kind of luck?
? At the end of 1980s, in China, the reform and opening up had just begun, and the rural contract responsibility system was only implemented for a few years. The economy was in the primary stage of comprehensive recovery, and the materials of the whole society were still in short supply, and the people's life was just better than food and clothing.
At that time, seven days a week, six days of work and study, and one day off. I can only use Sunday to go home. Come back on Saturday night and on Sunday afternoon. As residents admitted to counties and townships, because it takes several hours to go back and forth, everyone basically goes home once a month, or even at longer intervals.
My hometown is in the west of the city, more than 40 kilometers away from the school. It takes two hours to get back by bus and nearly two hours to walk home. Really tired.
At that time, the roads between villages and towns were mostly sandy, muddy and bumpy. On a sunny day, when a car passes by, the road mud rolled up by the tires will fly and choke people. It is even more flustered in rainy days, and the tires are stained with mud in the potholes.
Cars from downtown to villages and towns have no air conditioning. This old car, which is mixed with sweat, dust and gasoline, is humming along like an old cow. It's even more tiring to travel by bus every time, but even so, every weekend when they go home, residents rush to the station as soon as they finish their last class in the afternoon, for fear of missing the last bus home, or they will have to wait again.
? Home is always home, an irreplaceable strange place.
? July 7th, 8th and 9th of each year is the legal college entrance examination day, and ten years' efforts have reached the harvest season.
If a person says that he has never been nervous about the college entrance examination, it is a lie, but different people are nervous in different degrees and ways.
On the afternoon of the 6th, my father suddenly came to my dormitory. I was surprised because I told him before that he didn't need to come to see me. The teacher said that the difficulty of the college entrance examination paper is not much different from usual. The key is the mentality. I will reassure him according to my own understanding that there is no need to come here on a hot day. Besides, he can't take the exam for me when he comes. It's all for nothing.
? But he came anyway, and said he would let me sleep at a relative's house nearby at night. He sleeps in the dormitory, because his relatives have electric fans (air conditioning was not popular at that time, so it was rare), so it would be quieter. I don't want to make a fuss, but I don't want to spoil his fun and brush his face. God knows how he negotiated with his relatives to stay before he came to the dormitory.
In fact, even if I stayed with my relatives, I almost didn't fall asleep that night. Nervousness and excitement make me sleepy. I looked at the ceiling and thought about it. I didn't sleep for a while until dawn. Father came early before dawn, and through his bloodshot eyes, I knew he didn't have a good rest either.
? My relatives made zongzi specially. After breakfast, my father accompanied me all the way back to the dormitory without saying a word. I packed my stationery and prepared to enter the examination room. I turned to comfort my father and said, I went to the exam. Go home. It's okay. Father opened his mouth, as if he had a lot to say, but in the end he only said: relax and study hard.
? Father turned to go home, and I turned into the examination room. I know this is a big test of life for us, and there is no room for negligence.
The first class was Chinese. My heart was pounding before I entered the teaching field, but when I got the test paper and finished writing my name, I felt relaxed and calm as usual. Just like once a soldier enters a trench, he is no longer afraid of being nervous. His only consideration is how to kill the enemy.
? There was a heavy rain a few days before the exam, and the weather was much cooler. Everyone thought it was lucky that the college entrance examination was not hot this year. Then I learned that on the 7th, in sunny Wan Li, the hot sun evaporated the moisture of the rain two days ago, and the weather became extremely sultry. There was no air conditioning in the classroom at that time, only ceiling fans. In order to prevent candidates from heatstroke, the Education Bureau urgently transported a large number of ice cubes to the examination rooms and put them in the classroom aisle in the pot.
? In fact, in such a sultry weather, there are so many candidates in a classroom, and in such a tense environment, this ice cube has no effect at all. Everyone answered questions attentively, and let dozens of centimeters of ice melt alone at the table, quietly.
? After the initial test, the tension on campus has eased a lot, just like the front battlefield that has just finished a big battle, and the smoke has not been exhausted. The soldiers quickly seized the time to relax.
? The examination room was hot, and the dormitory was even hotter, because there was no fan in the dormitory at that time. The hot and humid air makes the whole world like a huge steamer, and even the bamboo mats on the bed are warm. Once you lie down sweating, you can't rest quietly.
Fortunately, there are many people and many ideas. I don't know who suggested that there is still a lot of unfinished ice in the classroom. Move back to the dormitory to cool down physically.
As a result, an ice-moving brigade appeared in the campus aisle. Two people were carrying a pot, searching for the unfrozen ice in the examination room and transporting it back to the dormitory. There was no room in the aisle. I don't know whether it's the ice or the psychological effect. In the next two days, everyone can sleep soundly every night in this way and pass this life test safely.
? With the end of the exam, it means that the day of parting is near. Students and teachers who have been together for three years have parted ways. Although we know that there is no banquet that never ends, parting is really just around the corner, and everyone is full of sadness and attachment.
Goodbye, my classmate.
Goodbye, my teacher.
Farewell, my alma mater.
Going back to my alma mater again is the winter vacation of my freshman year and the reunion of my classmates. I once again returned to my alma mater where I graduated for 20 years. In the second year, the alma mater expanded its enrollment and moved to a new location. The old campus was demolished and turned into a primary school. Everything is gone. Clean brick roads, tall Metasequoia glyptostroboides, buildings and dormitories can only appear in dreams. I only write it in this article, for the sake of my forgotten alma mater, the old campus, and for the teachers who will always be respected.