When I was in junior high school in 1982, I was 11 years old. I went from rural bazi to a middle school on a hillside across the river, which broadened my horizons. Even on the first day, I almost lost my way in the spacious campus and was full of curiosity about my new study life.
I was too playful in primary school. My mother-in-law cooked lunch, but I didn't cherish it. After dinner, I followed my eldest children to the ridge to watch them mow the grass, and then waited for them to go home for dinner. I was basically one class late for school in the afternoon. I don't remember what I learned. Other friends learned that "the shepherd boy rides a yellow ox and the song vibrates Lin Yue". I only remembered the word "early" carved by Mr. Lu Xun on the table, but it didn't touch me. After five years of primary school, I was barely admitted to Hechuan No.3 Middle School by dragging the tail of mathematics.
In the first grade of junior high school, my head teacher is Miss Tang. Teacher Tang is young and medium-sized, with fair skin and bright eyes. She is wearing a clean and flat blue police coat. When we first started junior high school, we could hardly read the relatively long text. Teacher Tang was not bored, but patiently demonstrated reading. When reading the wonderful places, I often show a very intoxicated look, and I am fascinated by it first. During a class break, Mr. Tang said to us: If you say a word, I can tell the approximate scope of the word in the dictionary, and I can accurately tell whether it is on a single page or a double page, on the left or right, on the top, in the middle or on the bottom. Of course, you can find this word from the dictionary quickly. Try it! The students didn't believe me, so they tried a few words, and they tried every time. Everyone admired Mr. Tang. For me who can't pronounce any pinyin correctly, this promise is really amazing! I met a brilliant teacher (Mr. Tang: limited to the then version of Xinhua Dictionary). That's exactly what happened. Once, as a little assistant, I helped Mr. Tang correct his homework and made a "full and accurate" judgment on his classmates' homework. Teacher Tang said, "This word appears at the top of a page in the original place of the text. Please look it up at once." I opened the Chinese book with a full face of doubt, which is exactly the case. I admire Mr. Tang's excellent memory.
Mr. Tang's face is too kind and he doesn't like to get angry. After class, he is our big boss. Students can stand in a pile with Mr. Tang, talking and laughing, and the tall one is interested in being taller than him. Even my little classmate is not afraid of Mr. Tang, and I always plunge into the pile to listen to him blow a big array. When she was happy during the break, Mr. Tang performed the humor of "no one is watching". I still clearly remember the plot of "One Finger Zen" performed by Teacher Tang. After putting the index finger of the left hand to the center of the face, he raised his head again, waved his hand, suddenly closed his eyes, murmured something, paused for a while, and suddenly opened it again, showing the bitterness, cunning and mystery of this fortune teller to the fullest. Now that I think about it, this is the situational art of Chinese textbooks.
At that time, I was studying, and I don't know if the head teacher had any allowance. Teachers were always available to help me in class. If you don't know anything, you can go to the dormitory and ask. At that time, the school was in charge of accommodation, and the teachers had a place to stay in the school. Teacher Tang's dormitory was at the edge of the teacher's yard. There was a narrow bed in the hut, covered with a white curtain, and a long table beside the bed. There were many books and some novels on the table, which was all the possessions and the most decent furnishings of a scholar teacher. After the evening self-study, several classmates handed in their homework in his dormitory, bragging and turning over his books. When you come back, you can also smell the thick cordate telosma coming out of the small courtyard, and the fragrance of gardenia in early summer. Decades have passed, and now, I wonder what has become of the small courtyard?
Mr. Tang also works with his classmates, actually helping them. I remember that No.7 Middle School in Hechuan (next to No.3 Middle School) renovated the Weinan Highway, requiring students to work and study, wave and hammer paving stones, and then carry the scales. Students' strength is small, so they can't transport more stones. Teacher Tang will help them pick out stones. One load weighs about 12 Jin. When Mr. Tang is young, he can come a few times easily, and then his steps will sink down. He often has to rest for a few minutes, rub his hands, and then carefully try to see if the burden can stand firm on his shoulders before giving it to the next student. The sensible students also wiped the sweat from the teacher, and I vaguely realized that the teacher's difficulties were no longer just mental work.
Now I know that Mr. Tang's health is no longer the same as it was yesterday. He is sick and suffering all the year round. He is no longer the young man who was full of enthusiasm, youth and youth. But it is very comforting that Mr. Tang still loves life and keeps writing. After reading Mr. Tang's articles, my poems and essays are magnificent. Although I am a storeroom for misfortune and disaster, when it comes to happiness, I can still feel the teacher's feelings between the lines, full of happiness, warmth and touch, as the teacher said, my soul is full and full.
Two days ago, Mr. Tang counted every student who appeared in the group, from Bin's face when he was urged to hand in his homework to China's, I remembered it clearly. At the beginning, teachers could give their students all their love, but when they grow up, they go their separate ways. Now, Mr. Wang Tang feels tired when he walks, so he stops to enjoy the mountains around him. When you are tired of writing, put aside your writing and brew a meeting in your mind.
I wish Mr. Tang a happy life! Keep exercising and get well soon!
? Student: Hua? Dear
? May 4, 22
(This is my students' words to recall me. A few days ago, I was lucky enough to join the classmates of my first student. Because of my participation, it was lively for a few days, and my classmates asked questions one after another. Do you remember them? I mentioned their personality characteristics. The smart, naughty, ignorant and full-fledged classmate I mentioned is the writer of this article, Hua classmate. She is one of the youngest students in the class and the shortest, but she is diligent and studious, and has never seen the world before. Besides, with a pair of smart and naughty cute girls, teachers like her very much. Although her grades were average at the beginning, after her hard work, she was the top student in the whole grade by the third grade. Although her school is very close, her home address is in Wusheng county, which belongs to Nanchong area, and her school is in Yongchuan area in Hechuan. Fortunately, my grandmother's family is in Hechuan, and our teachers and leaders tried their best to set up her household registration in Hechuan. The teachers' idea at that time was to let her go to No.2 Middle School for senior high school, but her parents were bent on letting her go to a technical secondary school, which was our teacher's regret. Fortunately, she didn't live up to the teachers' expectations, and now she is also full of peaches and plums and has made outstanding achievements.
I'm not as gentle as she said. Young people get angry sometimes. There is a Jiang student in the class, who likes drawing and draws well. The teacher likes him very much. Perhaps this is the reason, a little carried away, making the discipline in the class very poor, leading to the dissatisfaction of most students. I educated him several times, but it didn't work, so I lost patience and hit him. At that time, I also felt very sorry. I should be patient with the students, so that such unhappiness would not happen. Here the teacher should apologize to my student Jiang. After 5, I teach junior high school geography. An old man in his fifties and sixties can get candy from these children in every class. I believe not every teacher gets such preferential treatment.
It is precisely because I defend students everywhere that some places have offended the leaders intentionally or unintentionally (my novella The Red Moon on Huaying Mountain is involved). After they graduated, I also left school. For decades, 9% of the students have never heard from each other. Now, I feel very warm when I join their classmates. At that time, I will write some words recalling their study and life, and I must feel happy. )
? Eagle in the snowy mountain
? On the afternoon of May 5, 22