classmate sent a group photo of high school graduation from the WeChat group, black and white, blurry, vicissitudes, but very friendly. Looking at the solemn teacher and the young faces of classmates, it seemed as if I had opened a mottled and old wooden door, awakening my green memories that had been covered with 50 years.
50 years, a full half a century!
That was the first high school after the Cultural Revolution of Yongdeng Middle School was suspended. The year I entered the school was autumn, but not high school, but a preparatory class. Because it was changed to spring enrollment, I had to study in high school for two and a half years. That year, a heartwarming news was quietly conveyed among the teachers and classmates: the college entrance examination will be restored! That is expectation, joy, and also a kind of mutual inspiration. That year, in addition to " Song of Youth ", "Wild Fire and Spring Breeze Fighting the Ancient City", "How Is Steel Tempered ", there were also some "How Middle School Students Learn Homework", "High School Physics Review Outline", and "High School Chemistry Review Outline" in the schoolbags... Those precious materials were sought after by the seniors who graduated from previous classes.
In those years, there were suddenly many teachers from Shanghai in the school. Chemistry teacher Zhuang Jialin graduated from Peking University's Department of Mathematical Technology and is not much older than our high school students. Although he likes to learn local dialects with us after class, he is so shy that he dare not look at his students when he walks to the podium. He was fucked and used fluent chalk writing to fill in a blackboard full of white flowers. He is carefully calculating and deducing the molecular composition of chemical formulas. It was almost the final exam to hear him talk to us in fluent Shanghai Mandarin.
Before Teacher Zhuang came, the physical education teacher Xu Zhaonian, who was the chemistry teacher on behalf of us, was also from Shanghai. It is said that he comes from the Shanghai Sports Commission. His physical education class is better than chemistry. A big guy who is about 1.8 meters tall, a spike is no worse than iron hammer Lang Ping, just like the "bolt from the blue" in Japanese TV series, making you unable to take it. That year, our volleyball team won a golden trophy for the first time in the middle school league, and my chemistry exam was also a very confused test for the first place in the grade that year. Teacher Xu looked at me with some admiration. Just as the school started to study engineering and farming, it set up a "5406 Fungus Fertilizer Factory" that sounds a bit mysterious and scientific and technological. I was fortunate to be noticed by Teacher Xu and became the "black collar" of the Fungus Fertilizer Factory. Two laboratories were whitened with lime, and the floor was covered with the fashionable tri-soil at that time. Spraying formalin a few times, it became sterile room . He put on a white coat and sat in front of the inoculation box. He first disinfected the inoculation ring in front of the glass rod with alcohol lamp , and then slowly transplanted the bacterial strain from one test tube to another test tube with culture medium. When he did these, he was meticulous and cautious. During the break, I occasionally let me take over. After a few days, rows of test tube racks were filled with dense "array soldiers". A decent bacterial culture room was built like this. The reproduction of bacteria must be constant temperature, but the school does not have the heating conditions. He then put the horse on the ground, ignite it outside the door with charcoal, and then moved the brazier into the bacterial culture room to heat it. During those days, he looked at the thermometers on the wall every day, afraid that there would be some difference. At that time, the school was ambitious. Once the bacterial fertilizer was successfully produced, it would immediately report good news to the Education Bureau, and then expand the scale, mass production, and support agricultural construction. Unfortunately, the winter was surprisingly cold that year. Although several charcoal pots were growing 24 hours a day, the delicate and weak bacteria could not resist the cold wind. Half of the bacteria died in the ", thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow", and our "5406 bacteria fertilizer" could only be contributed to the school's agricultural base. That winter, the cabbage in the base was plump and lush, which was better than the ones drawn by the old man Qi Baishi and .
I was fond of mathematics throughout high school, and I always felt that the boring homo-angle relationship and the induction formula , and the arrangement and combination binomial theorem is to fly the fog and clouds, and there is no benefit to the "three revolutionary movements".When Teacher Zhou Shenghua was calculating the derivation formula with great effort, I sat in class and started to sleep. Teacher Zhou pointed at me with a chalk and said with a smile: "Shi Lianggao is going down again!" (Go down, interestingly referring to witch doing rituals). Suddenly, the classroom burst into laughter. I was so excited that I was blushing in my laughter, and then I grabbed the pen and took the notes seriously. However, I like chemistry and physics very much. I like iodine to turn the flour blue, I like the white mist that comes out of dry ice , I like the production process from crude oil to gasoline to plastic to acrylic , I like the magic and psychedelic in that field. I was particularly interested in radio. At that time, I had subscribed to Radio magazine at my own expense and assembled a single-tube radio. I don’t know how the physics teacher knew all this, but when I was on the radio chapter, he actually asked me to come on stage to "show off my ugly face". That day, I started with ore radio and continued to talk about the working principles of " diode " and " transistor ", and talked about how short wave, medium wave, long wave and radio receive radio waves. Thinking about it now, I still feel ashamed of my newborn calf. He Nian, a Chinese teacher, has a family of physiology, and has a profound knowledge. He has participated in the compilation of the "Selected Works" of teachers' further study textbooks in the province in his junior college. At that time, there was still a "red ocean" on the bookshelf in Xinhua Bookstore, and copying books was popular among classmates behind their backs. Copy " Thousand Family Poems ", copy " The Street Market " by Guo Moruo , copy whatever you see, and even the wonderful words and sentences in " Linhai Snow Field " and "Journey to the West". I quietly borrowed " Chinese loose-leaf articles selected by " from Teacher He, and swallowed it alive and copied it. Copy "Jingwei Filling the Sea" and "Kuafu Chasing the Sun", copy " Li Mi 's " Unrequited Love ", Bai Juyi 's " Song of Everlasting Sorrow ", and " Tengwang Pavilion Preface ", " Yueyang Tower Notes ", " Before and After Chibi Fu ", etc.
The desire to seek knowledge is difficult to satisfy, and the gaps of gastrointestinal desires are even more difficult to fill. The cooks used to scoop of green vegetables and tofu for five cents, and they always scoop up a few times after scooping them up, making us look at the two cute pieces of tofu that made them come out of the scoop of vegetables. The rice noodles with meat filled with aroma of meat raw sausage roasted pork garlic double-cooked pork braised fish chunks is destined to be the patent of the faculty and staff. Without exception, the students guarded a can (bottle) of pickles brought from home to deal with the long time of the week. A buddy from the hospital was unique and actually brought the placenta fried pickles. During the meal, the meat was filled with fragrance and greed splashed. As a result, a lightning-thunder battle broke out quickly, and it collapsed in an instant and was destroyed. The school cafeteria never cares about the "one dry and two sparse" every day, and never see steamed buns, let alone big cakes and fried dough sticks. Two taels of porridge were served in a porcelain basin, "one blow three waves, one drink nine ditches." Every time it starts, the singing of " Honghu Water Waves " in the dining room and the rhythm of the porcelain pot and the porcelain jar are even more symphonic than that of Beethoven . What I hate is that the school is vast and the toilets on the campus are very far away from the classroom. As soon as the bell rang, the boys and girls were desperate and ran faster than the hunted hares. So many years later, when I saw the TV program " Boys and Girls Go Forward ", I couldn't help but think of the scene of my brothers and sisters gritting their teeth and sprinting for a hundred meters.
The less oil in your stomach, the more you have the "empty city plan" gongs and drums will make you beat palpitations and shortness of breath , where can you still have the mind to learn? Two taels of porridge, by the third class in the morning, it had already turned into a clear spring. The teacher was vivid in the classroom. Zhou Wu Zheng Wang , my body was sitting upright in the classroom, but my soul held the beige porcelain basin and went to the cafeteria early to queue up, regardless of whether her A Mao was eaten by a wolf or a dog. The life committee member in the class bet with someone: "You can eat three kilograms of rice in one meal!" The person who made a fuss immediately called him, filling the basin. As a result, the man's neck was choked to one side, and he couldn't swallow the remaining two kilograms, but he left the famous "two kilograms and eight kilograms".When all the teachers and students returned to the school went out to camping and training, I was on duty at 5406 Fertilizer Factory. How could two taels of porridge be able to fight against the long night of the wind? A classmate on duty on campus was so hungry that he couldn't stand it in the middle of the night, so he quietly touched the school's farming base and filled a basin with a basin of a potato that was still young than the potato sister in his prime. We use bricks to build stoves and pick branches as firewood. The firewood was wet and the smoke was very big. The two of them were crying but they did very seriously. That night, the pot of half-baked potatoes brought us unprecedented burping.
Unfortunately, we finally didn’t wait until the day when resumed the college entrance examination . On a chilly spring day, we carried our backpacks in the biting cold wind, silently walked towards the lush and vast world, and willingly received re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants.
