Yesterday at noon, I received a call from my Chinese language teacher in high school. He hoped that I would take the time to go to his home and have something to say to me.
The old man is nearly ninety years old and has long retired and is taking care of himself at home. My eldest brother (the teacher’s eldest son, we call ourselves brothers, he is nearly twenty years older than me) said that the teacher has become very deaf and dazzled recently. I didn’t leave home anymore, so I suddenly received a call from the old man. I had an ominous feeling.
In fact, when I was in high school, I did not get along well with my teacher, and there was even a big conflict at one point.
Because the teacher is from the south, he usually speaks with a very strong accent in class. We often whisper to each other to find out what the teacher said. Naturally, he is very dissatisfied with our classroom performance. He suddenly stops in the middle of many lectures and gives We talk about some incomprehensible truths. The reason why we say these truths is also incomprehensible because when he is speaking, he may be excited, his accent is heavier, and his speech speed is faster. We cannot fully understand what he is saying, and we can only be confused. The student behaved confusedly, hoping that the class would end soon, and felt that attending his class was a waste and torture.
At that time, it was already the beginning of the first semester of high school, and high school study entered an intense stage. Naturally, no one is satisfied with this kind of learning effect. As the squad leader, I have no choice but to report the situation to the class teacher.
The class teacher is a young teacher who has just graduated. It is his first time as a high school class teacher. This kind of problem is also difficult, so he suggested that I go to the class teacher, who is the head teacher of more than a dozen classes in the second grade of high school. After listening to my narrative and appeal, the level 0 director of
html pondered for a long time and gave me an inexplicable and meaningful reply: Find a way by yourself!I'm really going crazy. What does "find a way by yourself" mean? What do we think? What can be done? The Chinese teacher is almost 60 years old, and he is also an outstanding provincial Chinese teacher. His knowledge and ability are impeccable, and he is said to be fully qualified for our class. However, because of the accent issue, my classmates had strong opinions, so I had no choice but to report it to teachers at all levels. I really hope that the school can come forward and find a way to get the best of both worlds to solve this imminent practical problem. The result was that I was left to “figure it out on my own”! What can I do? Should I go to the Chinese teacher and ask him to teach in , Mandarin, and ? Otherwise, we will do whatever we want? Obviously this is unrealistic. Not to mention an outstanding provincial Chinese teacher who is about to retire, or a young teacher who has just graduated, I dare not take this risk! I am just an insignificant squad leader, not the principal who everyone respects!
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However, problems always have to be solved. Time is tight and the tasks are heavy. I decided to burn everything and use the most direct and simplest method to completely solve the problem.
I don’t know since when, our school has such an unseemly practice: if most students in a class feel that a certain teacher’s teaching is not up to standard, or his teaching method is unacceptable to the students, they will This teacher locked the classroom door from the inside before going to class. When the teacher came and couldn't open the door, he would understand what it meant and go to the class director to resign. I have always felt that this method was too cruel and inhumane, but when the real trouble came, I still had to choose this dishonorable method.
I first did some statistics in the class and found that most of the students said they couldn't understand. The key was the accent. Many students reported that there was absolutely no problem with the Chinese teacher's ability, but it was because of the confusing accent that we couldn't understand clearly. receive his wealth of knowledge. I told my plan, and my classmates didn't object, but they just felt uncomfortable on their faces.
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html. He severely criticized my approach and asked me to do an in-depth inspection at the grade assembly.I thought my position as squad leader would be lost, but after checking, everything was still the same, and the sound of the waves was still the same! Of course, our new Chinese teacher arrived soon. His standard Mandarin, beautiful writing on the blackboard, humorous language, and open-ended teaching methods opened our eyes, greatly increased our interest, and significantly improved our grades. The original Chinese teacher also It became a distant past, slowly forgotten.
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One day I went to the grade teaching and research office to get information and saw our former Chinese teacher sitting alone in the corner of the big office. His desk was close to the corner and he was sitting facing the corner. , writing furiously. He is the kind of old-school traditional teacher who pays great attention to appearance. He is dressed in an old-style blue-gray Mao suit, well-cut, and has sparse gray hair that is meticulously taken care of. He was not looking like he was working hard at his desk. He was sitting upright, but the pen in his hand kept making a swishing sound.
I went over and picked up the hot water bottle next to the corner of his table and found it was empty. I opened the teacup on the table and found it was also empty. It seemed that it had not been used for a long time. The teacher turned his head when he heard the strange noise, recognized me, paused for a few seconds, and finally said nothing, then turned his head and continued working.
I took the tea cup and the kettle and went to the boiling water room.
There are two teaching buildings between the boiling water room and the office building, which is not a close distance. When teachers drink water, the students on duty in their respective classes take turns to fetch water. Occasionally, they will fetch water themselves, or ask the school staff to fetch water. However, the school janitors are very stylish and generally do not go to ordinary teachers' offices to serve.
Our old Chinese teacher has not been scheduled to teach for the time being. The specific reason is unknown to us students, but no one cares about his thermos.
I carefully washed the tea cups and water bottles in the water room, and made a pot of hot water to carry back. On the way, I thought that I would find a way to solve his drinking water problem in the future.
When I was about to take the mid-term exam in my sophomore year of high school, I received a notice from the school that each class should carefully organize a New Year's Day party. At that time, the school leaders and teachers would go to each class to perform performances and spend the New Year's Day with the students!
In accordance with the instructions of the class teacher and combined with the school's requirements, our class committee immediately took action. Because time is tight and tasks are heavy (looking back now, I was always tight on time and tasks were heavy in high school), we organized rehearsal programs based on the students’ strengths and arranged for people to use class fees to buy peanuts, melon seeds, candy bars, fruits, and colored paper. , latte art and lanterns. The labor committee member who was sent to buy lanterns was a miser who was even stingier than a ghost. He shuddered when he asked about the price. He finally bought a few small five-watt light bulbs and came back. I was very angry when I saw it:
You are usually stingy, and you think it is diligence and frugality, which is also a virtue. What time has it happened? It is imminent. New Year's Day is only two days away. When the school leaders inspect, other classrooms will be colorful. We There are only a few white light bulbs in the classroom. It doesn't matter whether we students are embarrassed or not. Have you ever thought about it for the class teacher? It's because we are incompetent or the class teacher doesn't pay attention to the school's arrangements! There are other head teachers and teachers who don’t say anything, but they must be comparing and judging in their hearts.
But I bought all the light bulbs and couldn't waste them. I immediately took the physics department representative to the physics teaching and research office, found our physics teacher, opened the equipment room, and lent out polyester capacitors , electrolytic capacitors , and metal film resistors. , zener diode , light-emitting diode, transistor , bidirectional thyristor and ready-made circuit templates. Under the guidance of the physics teacher, I made a multivibrator and found colored pens to paint the small light bulbs in various colors. , even if a simple time-varying colored lantern is made, if it is powered on and tried, the effect will be so-so, but it still works.
Of course, holding a party is inseparable from singing. If you want to sing, you need accompaniment. They are not professional singers. It would be boring if they just scream. There is a female classmate in the class whose home is near the school. She happens to have a dual-card tape recorder at home, and she also brings Hold the microphone to play or record. Hurry up and discuss with your classmates to see if you can come to the rescue! The female classmate was very generous and agreed immediately.I looked at the labor committee member unhappily and arranged for him to move the tape recorder over, arrange it, and send it back safely after the party. This guy knew he was in the wrong, so he reluctantly nodded and agreed.
Unexpectedly, this boy got a blessing in disguise. A few years later, he married this female classmate, and the two gave birth to a pair of twins. What a blessing for a fool! Of course, this is something.
On the night of the party, the school leaders saw our handmade neon lights and praised them with great words. When they were happy, they even sang an extra song. A leader is a leader. When the singer closed his eyes, it was just like what was playing on the tape recorder. !
The students' programs were also carried out in an orderly manner. From time to time, the classroom teacher came in to say a few words of blessing and perform a small show. Even our young geography teacher danced the peacock dance . That beautiful dance made us a group. The half-grown child was stunned for a moment. When
was coming to an end, the old Chinese teacher who had been rejected by us came. We suddenly became quiet and looked at him who we were familiar with before, with mixed feelings in our hearts. He held a stack of books in his arms, walked in with a smile, put the books on the desk next to the wall, picked up the microphone, and said slowly: My Mandarin is not standard, I try to speak slower, I hope my classmates Can understand. First of all, I would like to apologize. Because my business is not up to par, I have wasted everyone's valuable study time. I would like to sincerely apologize to everyone!
After speaking, the old gentleman bowed deeply.
All our classmates stood up with a "wow" sound, each one panicked and felt deserved.
I would like to report to you that my new book "High School Chinese Language Learning Guidance" has been published. I just got the new book today. I made an agreement with the publisher at that time and ordered 70 copies. Dear classmates in the class Each person will receive a copy, hoping it will be helpful to your study. The monitor will distribute it after the party, so I won’t take up your precious relaxation time.
Finally, I would like to give you a message. I hope that students can learn Chinese well. Of course, other subjects must also learn well. I just want to emphasize that, especially Chinese, we must learn Chinese well, because this is the foundation of us Chinese people and the background of us Chinese people. , our powerful source of strength in the future.
Okay, that’s all. I’ve delayed everyone’s entertainment. Let’s continue.
I winked at the whole class and said loudly:
I have them all!
Then the whole class bowed:
Thank you, teacher!
The old gentleman was stunned for a moment, then returned to normal, gratified and complained:
These children! These kids! Let's all play, I'm leaving.
I got up to see the old gentleman off, but he waved his hand to me and went out alone to go downstairs.
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. I still keep this book and will read it from time to time. Every time I open this book, I will think of the scene I saw that time. The old gentleman was sitting upright in the corner. At his desk, facing the corner, he was writing furiously.
The old man retired honorably when I was admitted to college.
I remember that day was September 10th, Teachers' Day. I took advantage of a few days of free time before going to the university to register and went to school to help my brother buy some daily necessities. He happened to pass the exam the same year that I passed the exam.
I happened to meet a somewhat lonely old man at the school gate. He was holding a beautifully decorated mirror with four gilded characters "Honorable Retirement" in his arms.
I hurriedly went over and took the mirror from his arms. He looked at me blankly and suddenly his legs went weak. I hurriedly grabbed his arm. It was so heavy that I felt his whole body sinking. I took his arm and put it on my shoulder.
"If you have nothing important to do now, just send me home first."
Don't say there is nothing important to do. Even if there is, I will send him home first. His state is obviously abnormal. There were three ups and downs along the way, and I will regret it for the rest of my life.
I have given him boiling water for nearly a year, and he has become very familiar with it. It seems that he is not a teacher and I am not a student, we are just friends who have forgotten each other's age.
I carefully held him up and slowly walked towards the teacher's home. His energy had somewhat recovered, his legs were obviously stronger again, and the arm pressing on my shoulders was no longer so heavy. But he had no intention of pulling back, so I still held him and returned to his home.
This is not the first time I have been to his house, but the atmosphere at home today is a bit special. When the teacher's wife saw us coming in like this, she hurried over to help the teacher and asked him what was wrong and what was wrong with him. The teacher didn't explain anything. He just turned around and said to me:
Let's have lunch at home. We are all college students. We can drink. Please drink two cups with me later.
He took the mirror from my hand and turned around and entered the study.
In fact, except for the occasional sip of liquor with a few friends in junior high school, I never drank any alcohol-related drinks until I received the college admission notice.
I drank for a long time that day, and the teacher talked a lot about him and his family.
I can clearly feel his emotional depression and helplessness in his heart. From the water town in the south of the Yangtze River to the plains of western Shandong Province, there were twists and turns along the way, with several ups and downs. He was always keen on education and persisting in learning. He pulled me into his study room and pointed at stacks of reading notes and several books he had written. His lips were trembling with emotion and he could hardly contain himself.
He pulled out a copy of " Wen Xin Diao Long ", took out more than a dozen notebooks, opened a page at random with trembling hands, and recited it in a measured tone.
I will be keen on studying "The Literary Mind and the Carving of Dragons" in my spare time from studying and working life. I cannot say that it has nothing to do with this drinking and chatting.
In the nearly ten years since then, I have had almost no contact with my teacher. Studying in a foreign country, working in a foreign country, and coming and going in a hurry every time I go back to my hometown. Occasionally, when he returns to his alma mater in high school, he either goes abroad to see his grandson or goes on an outing with a group of literary friends. By some strange coincidence, we always pass by each other, but we exchange letters and make caring phone calls more than ten times a year, which shows that we are not. Been gone for too long, too far away.
I returned to my hometown to work ten years ago, and our visits gradually became more frequent. I know that he is engaged in literary creation and is already a somewhat famous writer and poet. His son has also retired, ended his life abroad, and returned to him to take care of him in his later years.
His wife unfortunately contracted an illness and died two years ago, which was a painful blow to him. I went to see him. He was curled up in a chair in the study. He was very depressed, his eyes were dull, and his reaction was slow. It was only when I told him about the family history he was sorting out that he became slightly interested and gave me a general introduction. progress and current difficulties, and also asked me whether the content about sensitive periods should be added realistically.
Later, his physical condition went up and down. After his birthday passed, he joked that he was already in his ninth year and was striding forward towards his third year. When he looked back at those people who celebrated his birthday and were octogenarians, he felt that these little brothers were also cute. place. We can't help but be dumbfounded, "To be old but not to die is almost like a monster." The teacher is still young and young, and he lives so indifferently and transparently, with no intention of life and death, and a clear understanding of the world. It can be regarded as a good story.
I drove to the teacher’s house. He was sitting on the master’s chair in the living room to greet me. When he saw me coming in and standing up on the chair, I hurriedly took two steps, gently pressed his arm, and said how he was doing physically and mentally.
He did not insist on standing up. He just grabbed my hand and asked me in a loud voice:
I heard that Mo Yan was scolded? Many people scolded him, but why?
I couldn't help but laugh or cry. The old man called me here in a hurry just to ask me these questions!
is somewhat controversial, but it’s not a big problem. It’s just comments on the Internet, and I haven’t heard any official comments yet.
I shouted into his ear.
Please keep your voice down, it’s not like I can’t hear you.
Why? Is there no room for Mo Yan in the Chinese literary world?
has nothing to do with the literary world. Until now, few real writers have expressed their opinions with their real names. Occasionally, there are those who call themselves "writers" and commenting on the Internet is more like a kind of entertainment.
What “person” you are, please tell me clearly, or I will lock you out of the house.
I smiled helplessly. He was indeed an old boy. He still remembers this "personal grudge" very clearly after decades.
"Bookseller! Book of books!"
Bookseller, someone who sells books?
doesn't seem to be the case, at least not on the surface.
That’s who writes books! Isn’t the person who wrote the book a writer or author? Why is there another "book writer", a dog with horns, and such a Western style thing?
may also be a book collector. He disliked Mo Yan's books as having no collection value and hurting his interests, so he used the Internet platform to come out and say some harsh words. Nothing to do with literature.
plays the piano randomly and engages in these treacherous tricks, causing pain to loved ones and happiness to enemies! Why bother?
It’s okay, sir, it has nothing to do with the overall situation. Up to now, it’s all about a speech with no real content, and the few people who are positive don’t seem to be from the literary circle. Who is really engaged in literature? Who has time? Fuck this! Why is
Mo Yan? Just because he won that award?
He didn’t get the award or the speech, so naturally he had no target to attack.
If you want to wear the crown, you must suffer the consequences!
A gentleman is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade!
Mo Yan won this award and made the Chinese literati feel bad.
Yes, I can still vividly remember the grand occasion when the whole country celebrated and rushed to tell each other.
It is a pity that times have changed, one moment and another, and the laurels at that time have become a burden now.
is not that pessimistic! As the saying goes, good things come hard, and maybe one day the wind will turn and these voices will disappear.
Well, nowadays everything is fast food, even culture is fast food. It only lasts three minutes, and is quickly submerged by other hot spots. They are all profit-seeking people. Without profits, there will be no onlookers. Fun, when the weather calms down, everything will be the same.
I hope, as long as it doesn't cause trouble, a little controversy is not necessarily a bad thing.
How is your recent job? Are the kids okay?
is doing well! Don't worry about them anymore. Take care of yourself and stay in a good mood. That's what my eldest brother and I expect most.
I am fine, I have enough to eat and sleep, but I am blind and deaf. I can’t see my cell phone or listen to the radio. That’s why I sent a message to call you over and talk to you. I feel much brighter now.
I have to leave soon. I can't have dinner with you. I still have something to do at work that I need to deal with as soon as possible.
Go back, I'm fine. I was just wondering about this thing. I understood it when you told me. It's lucky that it was Mo Yan. If it had been other writers or literati, the situation would have been even worse.
Don’t worry, teacher, it can’t be someone else, and someone else’s name is not Mo Yan!
Okay, you can go back. I'm tired too and need to take a nap. After saying that, the teacher lifted up the thin blanket on his body, and I went up to tuck the corners for him, then gently exited the living room and closed the door.
The sun is blazing outside the house, and there is a faint rumble of thunder in the distance. It seems that this heat is the last of the madness. When the thunder arrives, will the rain be far behind?
Ending note, thank you to the Toutiao mentors @ Momo Qinghan 5692 and @我是万山 for their picture support, I would like to express my gratitude here.
