199 1 year, although my college entrance examination score ranked second in liberal arts in the county, I entered the Chinese department of an ordinary university because of my poor wishes. In the first half of college, the clouds of loss and resentment enveloped my sky. I often sit by the window, tears have already merged into a river in my heart, and my thoughts have already inserted wings and flew to the famous university I have been longing for for for a long time: sitting quietly by the charming blue waves, wandering on the inspiring path, fascinated by the wisdom of the masters. ...
In my life of "leading a drunken life", everything in reality becomes disgusting in my eyes. While feeling the injustice of fate, I even thought of death. Life is really wonderful sometimes. Life and death are only in an instant, and the turning point of my fate happened in a modern literature class. The teacher is a middle-aged teacher with full personality, long hair, loud voice and wide knowledge. It is said that he is a modernist poet and a poetry critic. His class is full of poetry and passion, so I seldom skip his class. That day, after reading Lu Xun's The True Story of Ah Q, he told us a story with great interest: a farmer planted a grape at the foot of the mountain. In order to prevent animals from stealing, he put the grapes on a high shelf. Autumn has come, the purple grapes are ripe, and the fragrance floats far and far, attracting greedy foxes. The first fox came under the grape trellis and looked up. The saliva had been flowing for a long time. He jumped up again and again and fell heavily on the ground again and again, but he firmly believed in the motto "persistence is victory", so he jumped even though his physical strength was getting weaker and weaker. When it landed for the last time, it never got up again, but its eyes were still staring at the grapes and it died unsatisfied; The second fox met the same problem, but it was a Alin Daiyu fox with a melancholy temperament. Repeated failures made him sad, so he found a cane and committed suicide under the grape trellis. Its eyes are closed. Yes, it doesn't want to see this heartbreaking world again. The third fox who arrived was impatient and well-known in the fox family. Everyone calls it "Zhang Fei Fox". Only a few failures made him angry. When he turned around, he cursed the grape growers. It happened to be heard by farmers who had just returned from the fields. With only one hoe, he killed the fox who scolded the street. Even after he died, he still glared, as if accusing the unfair world. The fourth fox is a famous optimist. Look at it singing a ditty. After several unsuccessful attempts, it swallowed a few mouthfuls and said to itself, "This must be a sour grape besides the golden jade." So it sang a little song "Where are the chickens and sheep?" and left. The fifth fox is very weak and can only sleep by sleeping pills every day. Several failures dealt a heavy blow to its sensitive nerves. Suddenly, it fell to the ground, crying and laughing, and was schizophrenic. From then on, people often see an unkempt fox in the street, muttering, "You don't spit grape skin if you eat grapes, and you don't spit grape skin if you don't eat grapes ..."
I remember the teacher finished the story in the laughter of the students. Surprisingly, it is the teacher.
I cann't believe I'm standing up and judging To this day, I don't know why the teacher called me alone among more than 60 students that day. Maybe it's my college entrance examination result, ranking first in the department. Maybe it's because I sit in the lonely corner at the back of the classroom every class. Maybe my serious face stands out in the laughter of the class? Maybe the teacher really saw my lonely and depressed mood? Today, I can't remember what I answered and said when I was in a panic, but dear teacher, your "five foxes" came into my heart from that moment on, built nests there and carefully guarded my spiritual home, which changed my life from then on. Those five lovely foxes, from that moment until today, accompanied me through a whole university time, became a teacher with me, and accompanied me on the road of literary creation with difficulty and happiness.
Yes, the fourth fox did have some "Ah Q", but it drew the most lovely "circle" in my heart, which revealed the true meaning of life. In the later life, whenever I see a lion that is as fast as electricity, full of vigor and vitality as both man and nature, I will also think of its heartache when it is injured, hiding in a dark and narrow cave and licking the wound quietly. It was the "five foxes" who told me that there are joys and sorrows, which is the life of the strong; Whenever I see a player retracting his fist and holding his head in the ring, I will also cheer for him. It was the "five foxes" who told me that the retracted fist can only be clenched, and the clenched fist is more powerful when released; Whenever I tell my students about Biography of Hou Huaiyin, I will also tell them that Han Xin's humiliation under his legs is not shameful, because he has lofty aspirations. It is the "Five Fox" who told me that he is a resilient gentleman. Whenever I discuss with my students the "escape" of Lu Xun's family in forgetting their memories, I will guide them to realize that this is true courage. It was the "five foxes" who told me that this is the great wisdom of life-the "tough" fighting spirit.
That careful and wise teacher is Chen Chao, a famous national poetry critic and avant-garde poet. He is diligent and persistent, indifferent and sincere. Although he is a well-known scholar in China and the winner of "Solemn Literature Award", "Lu Xun Literature Award" and "China Cultural Media Award", he takes teaching as the center and literature as his life. He is one of the best teachers I have ever seen. Under the influence of Mr. Wang, I also tried to write some poems and asked Mr. Chen for guidance. Teacher Chen recommended some poems by Beidao and Gu Cheng to me. At that time, misty poetry gradually became popular. Although I didn't become a poet in the end, under the guidance of Mr. Chen, I realized the coldness and heaviness of the North Island, its elegance and profundity, and its purity and agility in attending to the city. Poetry is the diamond in the crown of literature. The pursuit of poetry has given me a new understanding of the beauty of literature and words; It can be said that it is Mr. Chen's love and knowledge that laid my firmest belief in literature.