My junior high school Chinese teacher, Miss Tang.

My junior high school Chinese teacher, Miss Tang.

1982 When I was in junior high school, 1 1 year old. I went from rural bazi to a middle school on the hillside across the river, which broadened my horizons. Even on the first day, I almost lost my way in the broad 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 the older children to the ridge to watch them mow the grass, and then waited for them to go home for dinner. It's basically 1 being late for class in the afternoon. I don't remember what I learned. Other friends learned that "the shepherd boy rides the ox and sings Lin Yue". I only remember the word "early" that Mr. Lu Xun carved on the table, but it didn't touch me. Five years of primary school, dragging the tail of mathematics, barely admitted to Hechuan No.3 Middle School.

In the first grade of junior high school, my head teacher is Mr. Tang. Teacher Tang is young, of medium build, with fair skin and bright eyes. She is wearing a clean and flat blue police uniform. When we first entered junior high school, we could hardly understand relatively long texts. Teacher Tang was not bored, but patiently demonstrated reading. When reading wonderful places, I often show a very intoxicated look, and I am fascinated by it first. During a break, Mr. Tang said to us: If you say a word, I can tell the approximate range of the word in the dictionary. 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 below. Of course, you can find the word in the dictionary quickly. Give it a try! The students didn't believe me, so they tried a few words and tried every time. Everyone admires Mr. Tang. For me who can't pronounce a pinyin correctly, this promise is really amazing! I met a talented teacher (Mr. Tang: limited to the Xinhua dictionary at that time). That's what happened. Once, as a little assistant, I helped Mr. Tang to correct his homework and made a "comprehensive and accurate" judgment on his classmates' homework. Teacher Tang said, "This word appears at the top of a page, where the text is. Please check it right away. " I opened the Chinese book with a puzzled face, which is exactly the case. I admire Mr. Tang's memory.

Teacher Tang's face is too kind to be 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 intentionally taller than him. Even my little classmates are not afraid of Mr. Tang. I always dive into the pile and listen to him play the big array. When she was happy during the break, Mr. Tang performed the humor of "no one was watching". I still clearly remember the plot of One Finger Zen performed by Teacher Tang. After putting the index finger of his left hand in the center of his face, he raised his head again, waved, suddenly closed his eyes, murmured something, paused for a while, and then suddenly opened it, showing the bitterness, cunning and mystery of the fortune teller to the fullest. Now that I think about it, this is the situational art of Chinese textbooks.

I was studying at that time, and I don't know if the class teacher has any allowance. Teachers are always tutoring in class. If they don't understand, they can go to the dormitory and ask. At that time, the school was in charge of accommodation, and the teacher had a place to live in the school. Teacher Tang's dormitory is beside the teacher's yard. There is a narrow bed in the hut with white curtains and a long table beside the bed. There are many books and some novels on the table, which are all the possessions and the most decent furnishings of a scholar teacher. After the evening self-study, several students handed in their homework in his dormitory, bragged and rummaged through his books. When I come back, I can still smell the thick cordate telosma floating out of the yard, and the gardenia fragrance in early summer. Decades have passed, and now, I wonder what the small courtyard has become.

Teacher Tang also works with his classmates, actually helping them. I remember that Hechuan No.7 Middle School (next to No.3 Middle School) renovated Weinan Highway, requiring students to work and study, swing a hammer to pave stones, and then carry scales. Students are too weak to carry more stones. Teacher Tang will help them choose stones. One load weighs about 1200 kg. When Mr. Tang was young, he could come here a few times easily, and then his steps sank. He often takes a break for a few minutes, rubs his hands, and then carefully tries to see if the burden can stand firmly on his shoulders before handing it over to the next student. Sensible students also wipe the sweat for the teacher, and I vaguely realize that the teacher's difficulty is no longer just mental work.

Now I know that Mr. Tang's health is not what it used to be, and he is plagued by illness all the year round. He is no longer that passionate, youthful and young young man. But it is very gratifying that Mr. Tang still loves life and insists on writing. After reading Mr. Tang's article, my poems and essays are magnificent. Although I am a storeroom for misfortunes and disasters, when it comes to happiness, I can still feel the teacher's feelings between the lines, full of happiness, full of warmth, full of emotion, just like the teacher said, my soul is full.

Two days ago, Mr. Tang counted every classmate in the group, from Bin's face, which was urged to hand in his homework, to China's, and I remember it clearly. At the beginning, teachers can give students all their love, but when they grow up, they go their separate ways. Now, Mr. Tang feels tired when he walks, so he stops to enjoy the surrounding mountains. When you are tired of writing, put down your words and brew a meeting in your mind.

I wish Mr. Tang a happy life! Keep exercising and get well soon!

? Student: Hua? Your respect/sincerity

? May 4, 2020

This is my students' memory of my words. A few days ago, I was lucky enough to join my first student's classmate. Because of my participation, it was very lively for several days, and students asked questions one after another. Do you remember them? I mentioned their personality characteristics. The smart, naughty, ignorant and plump classmate I mentioned is the author of this article, Hua. She is one of the youngest students in the class and the shortest, but she is studious and has never seen the world. And there is a pair of smart and naughty lovely girls, and teachers like her very much. Although my grades were average at first, after hard work, I was already a top student in the whole grade by the time I was in the third grade. Although her school is very close, her home address is in Wusheng county, belonging to Nanchong area, and her school is in Yongchuan area of Hechuan. Fortunately, my grandmother's home is in Hechuan, and our teachers and leaders tried their best to set her account in Hechuan. The teachers' idea at that time was to let her go to No.2 Middle School to study in high school, but her parents were bent on letting her go to technical secondary school, which was our teacher's regret. Fortunately, she did not live up to the expectations of teachers, and now she is also full of peaches and plums and has achieved remarkable results.

I'm not as gentle as she said. Young people sometimes get angry. There is a classmate Jiang in the class, who likes drawing and draws well. The teacher likes him very much. Perhaps it is for this reason that I am a little carried away, which makes the discipline in the class very poor and leads to the dissatisfaction of most students. I educated him several times, but it didn't work, so I didn't have the patience to hit him. I felt sorry at that time, too. I should be patient with the students, so that such unhappiness will not happen. Here the teacher should apologize to my student Jiang. After 50, teach junior high school geography. An old man in his fifties and sixties can get candy from these children every time he attends class. I believe that not every teacher can get such preferential treatment.

It is precisely because I defend the students everywhere that some places have offended the leaders intentionally or unintentionally (involving my novella "The Red Moon on Huaying Mountain"). After they graduated, I also left school. For decades, 90% of students have not heard from each other. Now, when I join their classmates, I feel very warm. At that time, I will write some words recalling their study and life, and I will feel happy. )

? Eagle in the snow-capped mountains

? On the afternoon of May 5, 2020