Author: Liu Guodong
Whenever I pass by your gate, there is always an indescribable emotion coming to my heart. Is it the excitement of reunion after a long separation, the longing for gratitude, or the pride caused by your glory and glory? Yes, not exactly. I always feel that there is a feeling, a feeling of attachment to my mother flowing in my blood.
In the summer of 1966, I graduated from elementary school and applied for Huaiyin Middle School . I was looking forward to the arrival of the admission notice at home, but my expectations turned into a bubble. A generation of teenagers who were only thirteen years old at that time became wanderers who had nowhere to go to school. I was desperate to enter the classroom, and I came to Huaizhong like a devil, trying to find out the time for class when the school started. The campus is empty and overgrown with weeds. The water surface of the pond was covered with yellow leaves, and the reeds around it trembled in the autumn wind, making a whimpering sound. There are no happy figures of teachers and students, nor the sound of reading from Lang Lang , only autumn insects make whine from time to time.
Later I learned that the old principal Cheng Kerong was defeated and many outstanding teachers were sent to labor reform. The "6688" Red Guards organized the control of the school, and the campus became their base for big criticism and big-character posters. In the summer of 1968, classes resumed. Huaiyin Middle School, which was covered in bruises, did not wait to heal its trauma, and fulfilled its lofty mission with its weak body and tenaciously assumed the sacred duty of teaching and educating people. Like a mother, she opens her fraternal heart and embraces me and us. We are like hungry lambs sucking the sweet spring of knowledge in your arms and feeling your caress.
second and third rows are our class name , and it is also the mark left by which era. The situation was harsh at that time, and everyone was in danger. The teachers were cautious in their words and actions. But when they walked into the classroom and faced us, they always looked full of spring breeze, as if they had forgotten the depression in their hearts, and stood on the podium confidently and passionately teaching their profound knowledge.
Can't forget The serious and kind face of the class teacher Wang Yuzhang . Faced with our group of students who were deeply influenced by the "useless theory" of reading and studying carelessly, he scolded him with a serious expression and taught us earnestly that we should cherish this hard-won learning opportunity. He said: With knowledge, you can better serve the motherland, and with knowledge, you can change the destiny of life. These inappropriate words have penetrated deeply into our hearts and have had a profound impact on me developing good study habits. That summer, Teacher Wang led us to the suburbs to harvest wheat, and accidentally cut my toes with a sickle. On the way back, Teacher Wang saw me limping, so he squatted down and let me lie on his back, and carried me home. In my life, my mother carved me when I was young, and Teacher Wang carved me. His solid back, powerful steps remained permanently in my memory. He passed away many years ago due to illness. Whenever I think of his nose, my nose will feel sore and I can't stop tears from wetting my eyes.
and Teacher Yao, who has a high nose bridge, explained boring math problems to me, always using many vivid metaphors, vivid and humorous, allowing us to happily learn how to understand the problems in laughter. His always smile makes me feel that people can live like this optimistically. There is also Teacher Cao who is dignified and elegant in Russian. Her clear and sweet language and gentle rhythm are a kind of beauty to listen to her class.
There are also many respectable and lovely teachers who teach them to nourish our growth like rain and dew, and their teacher ethics illuminate our hearts like sunshine.
Two years later, I reluctantly left Huaizhong, headed towards society, and headed towards a bumpy and tortuous life path. Over the past few decades, whether it is ups and downs or smooth sailing, the knowledge you give, the sincere morality you give, and the high spirit you give, will always be the stabilizing needle in my life journey, full of confidence and initiative in the trend of the times.
If you ask me what else I want to say to have fun, I can only sincerely wish you sincerely: Huaizhong, my dear alma mater, I wish you will always be young and create new glory!
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Liu Guodong (1954—), male, from Huaian, Jiangsu.College culture. Former Party Secretary of Pulou Street, Qingjiangpu District.
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