Not to remember the trivialities of life, but to keep the back of time, to remember the green, sunny, simple and real age.
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every day after class 8span, we will fight for the bell to ring first in the morning. Before he could take a bite, he rushed to the window of a teacher's house as fast as he could. At this time, it happened to catch up with teacher Liu Lanfang’s crisp soprano: "Let's take the book last time. The last book said..."
So we each held a rectangular aluminum lunch box, eating and listening, face The above is twelve points of satisfaction and comfort. Sometimes I was so fascinated that I forgot what I was eating. Sometimes I am impatient and reluctant to go away to solve it, for fear of missing a sentence. The teacher's house is a bungalow with high windowsills. We can't see the room, and we don't know which teacher lives in it and what kind of person it looks like. And the teacher obviously knew that we were broadcasting under the window, and deliberately turned the volume of the semiconductor to the maximum every day. At that time, the teacher’s window was like a big magnet, and our group of children was like a handful of iron filings, spontaneously enclosing a fan with the window as the center, stretched their necks, stretched their ears, and listened drunkly. Foolish.
The classmates in the running hall are also listening to "Biography of Yue Fei". After class break in the afternoon, listening to Jianzhong, Lu Dong and Jing Wenli excitedly talk about Yue Fei vs. Jin Wushu ,Know that their obsession is not worse than ours. Jianzhong is a native of Gaoping County in the south, and his dialect is a bit strong. He imitated Teacher Liu Lanfang's northeast cavity with a heavy nasal high-ping accent, which has a special charm.
When sitting down and remembering this past event, Jianzhong’s gesture of gestures seemed to be in front of his eyes, and the mixed accent of southern accents and north accents seemed to ring in his ears. However, he has been away from us for several years due to illness.
The years are ruthless. Time is fickle. We can't keep the years, what we keep are only the few backs left behind when the years leave quickly. Under sorrow, when I think of Yue Fei's biography, there is a lot more helpless and sentimental.
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When he first met Dongfeng, he was carrying a bucket to carry water to the tap pipe on the campus.
Seeing that I was struggling to carry a wooden box to the dormitory, he hurriedly put down the bucket and ran to help. When I ask, we are both in class 64, classmates. He said that he is a child of a faculty member, and he lives in the back row of our class. I am grateful for his help, but clumsily can't even say thank you.
In this way, we met and opened a friendship that has been over forty years so far.
Dongfeng is diligent, generous, kind, chivalrous, and warm-hearted. Because he is a child of a faculty member who lives on campus, and because of his chivalrous heart, he made many friends last year and next year.
He is two years older than me and a bit taller than me, so he naturally became the big brother. I left home for the first time that year, with a dazed expression and no understanding of anything. With the guidance of Dongfeng 1510, I felt much more at ease.
Dongfeng is the son of Teacher Tao.When leading me to the house, he secretly poured a small cup of green liquid, handed it to me mysteriously, and said, "You taste it." I took a sip, it was spicy and sweet. "This is wine, my dad's, Zhuyeqing." This is the first time I drink wine in my life. When I was fourteen years old, my mystery and curiosity about drinking was far greater than my interest in the taste of wine. When it was over, Dongfeng skillfully put the glass back and the wine bottle back to its original place. It seems that it should not be the first time for him to secretly drink a sip of his father's wine occasionally.
After growing up, Dongfeng loves to drink. The affinity for wine may have started from stealing my father's wine when I was a teenager. He drinks boldly, never twitches, and matches his character of righteousness and pride. Whenever I heard him drinking on the phone, he was often reminded not to "eat well and drink well", but to "drink less, drink less and pay attention to your body!" , Dongfeng is not very fond of learning. At that time, my hands and feet were often cold in winter, and I couldn't get warm for a long time. When we were sitting at the same table, I listened attentively. He didn't like to listen to lectures, so he took my hand and warmed me bit by bit.
is the age longing for friendship, and I met a kind and loving brother. Brother's friendship warmed my hands and even more warmed my heart. Many years later, I often think of Dongfeng holding his hands for me, of the innocent friendship, and of that sunny era.
Dongfeng’s specialty is sports. Because he is tall and loves to play basketball, he once trained in the Municipal Youth Sports School. Speaking of the white noodle bun with pork stewed in a sports school, we are very envious. The school organizes a school-wide cross-country competition every year, with 4000 meters for girls and 8000 meters for boys. The first place is given 500 points, the second place is 499, the third place is 498, and so on, the five hundredth place is 1 point. Then, even though there is no ranking, the students who insisted on running down the whole course will be given a few more names, and 1 point will be given encouragingly. Scored votes are counted by class, and scores are calculated and ranked by total score. In each long-distance race, Dongfeng ranks among the best, with more than 490 points of votes.But I squatted barely and ran down, only to get one point, and I was still in the ranks of being encouraged. Nevertheless, my heart is beautiful. Because after all, it also gave the class a bit of strength, although it was only a veritable "one point" strength, although it couldn't match Dongfeng's 490 points.
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The age of flowers, the years of song, we fell in love with singing without any suspense.
During the break between classes, a stream of clear spring gurgled past. It was the group secretary Li Yan leading Fan Xiaoyuan, Liu Xiaoli, Chang Hongyan, Song Aifang and other female classmates together to learn to sing " Spring Water Ding Dong" ". That beautiful whirlpool is really like spring water, ding ding dong dong dong, clear and bright, penetrates into our hearts. At the age of the beginning of love, with a loud voice, the girls like Zhang Fei have disappeared, and the girls are more shy and reserved. Even if he sings, he hums in a low voice, like a small bridge and flowing water among thin clouds and mist.
The second baby learned a song "Shushu Lang" on the radio, and sang it to me softly, "Little boy, go to school with that schoolbag..." I was fascinated. So, while walking, he taught me sentence by sentence, over and over again, from the campus, to the party gate of , to the lotus pond, to the bustling streets.
When "Fifteen Favorite Songs by Listeners" was selected, the wonderful singing with wings spread all over the country, making our campus life full of sunshine. "Toast Song", "Goodbye, Mom", "On the Sun Island", ", the frontier spring water is pure and pure ", "Sister finds brother's tears flow"... Each and every moving melody has become a part of our lives.Even before going to bed at night, the roommates in the dormitory often have to come to a "Our Life Is Full of Sunshine" before going to bed.
We are very excited to hear that the editorial department of "Songs" sells fifteen song fold-page color-printed songs. I was eager to try and found the mail order address, Xiaohu, Laogan, Haitao and a large group of friends gave me the money. This is my first remittance, and I feel a little nervous. Bearing the expectations of the students, I feel a little nervous. I called my friends to the Hero Street Post and Telecommunications Office together, and filled in the remittance form with "No. 52, Dongsi Ba Tiao, Dongcheng District, Beijing" seriously, and sent the money out. I wrote a letter to the editorial department one stroke at a time, and voted it out solemnly. Then began to wait anxiously.
We are waiting. We look forward to. We look forward to it. We scratched our heads. We almost collectively looked through our eyes with 1.5 sights, but the song did not wait for it in the end.
With my head down, my heart is full of guilt.
After a long time, the broadcast said that there were too many listeners who sent money to buy songs. Some listeners did not write clearly what to buy and how much to buy because of the huge workload and the editorial department could not handle it. , Please forgive me, listeners and friends, etc. It suddenly dawned on me. I was the "some audience friend" mentioned on the radio, and I didn't know how to write it clearly in the "short postscript", but I ended up getting into the sea. When my friends were most eagerly looking forward to it, I was very guilty for failing to complete the entrustment and betraying the trust of my friends. No one blamed anyone. On the other hand, they kindly comforted me, but I couldn't let it go, and I was ashamed for a long time.
Boyang and Zhongyang come from Beijing. When we only know that "The night in the military port is quiet, the sea wolf gently shakes the lamp", they will sing "Kaqiusha" and "Red" "River Valley" and "Cranberry Blossoms". Especially in "The Cranberry Blossom", our blushes and hearts were sung, and it seemed that there was a sweetheart, and we couldn't tell her the words full of confidants.
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young boys and girls who are beginning to have love,He is always mindful and contemplative. The unintentional glance of the female classmates will feel meaningful, and the interpretation in the bottom of her heart will be surging, which will give rise to many hopes or worries. When the girl she likes to look back on the road accidentally, the ripples will stir in her heart for several days.
Good friend Ajie has a crush on a female classmate, but he dare not say it. Maybe it's because I am young and harmless to humans and animals. Ask me to find a female classmate to borrow a bicycle for use. In fact, I also like that girl, but I like it more secretly. The female classmate lent me the bicycle happily. I awkwardly pushed it back to Ajie. I didn't know how to ride a bicycle at that time, and I didn't know how to push it. After that time, I met this female classmate again.
Suddenly there was a power outage during the evening self-study. I wanted to make a joke with the little friend in the front row and stood up and put his arms around his shoulders from behind. Just when I felt something was wrong, there was a call again suddenly, and it was a girl who I clapped like a ghost. I was so embarrassed that I was so nervous that I couldn't even say I'm sorry. Thinking about it now, I must have blushed so much that my fingers were red.
Our favorite is "Our Life is Full of Sunshine", which is the episode of the colorful feature film " Sweet Career ". In particular, color feature films are used to distinguish them from black and white feature films. At that time, many films were still black and white. "Sweet Career" tells a story that revolves around family planning. As usual, a short film, "News Briefing" or a short documentary, should be added before the feature film starts. On the day we went to watch "Sweet Career", it was a science and education film about reproduction and fertility that was combined with the feature film. When we just entered puberty, we were ignorant of the beginning, seemingly understandable, wanting to watch but embarrassed, embarrassed, flushed, and slowly calmed down until the start of the feature film.
The boys’ dormitory is located in a bungalow near the big slope of the playground. There are nearly twenty people in our dormitory, crowded on the Chase shop, each one is just a narrow walk. When turning over at night, it will definitely cause a chain reaction of Linpu students.Everyone brought a small box from home to put some personal belongings. At that time, I just responded to Teacher Liu’s call and started to write a diary. The diary was a prize for my father’s work model commendation at the unit, and it was locked in my small wooden box. School life is regular and monotonous, and there is not much to remember. The content of the diary is half inspection and half inspirational.
Once, a classmate from another class in the same dormitory mysteriously brought out a manuscript. It was pornographic. It made us blush and heartbeat. It was full of guilt and curiosity. Later, although everyone asked him to return it in time and was not allowed to bring these things to the dormitory in the future, it still made me feel ashamed and regretful for the diary for several days.
Fortunately, the manuscript was not known to the teacher Lu Xiaoer who was in charge of the dormitory. Teacher Lu is young and serious. He must know that he will sternly let us stand.
Time flies, and youth is no longer. The youth sprout at that time, looking back 40 years later, it has become a warm and full story of early spring. The embarrassment on the face at that time has also been precipitated as a condiment for a colorful life in the years of cold and heat.
Jade Rabbit Dongsheng, Jinwuxi falls, the cold and the heat, the dead are like this.
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The college entrance examination has just resumed for two or three years. There is a shortage of learning materials and almost no extracurricular tutoring materials. The teachers turned to relatives and friends and tried every means to exchange mock test papers from other places. As soon as I got it back, it was mimeographed and sent to us. Teacher Zeng Jian is from Fujian and got the exam papers from Fuzhou. The Beijing-born teacher stared at the Haidian District Teachers' Training School , where the teachers are of high level and the mock exam papers have a high score in the college entrance examination.
is scarce,All books that have something to do with learning have become treasures in our eyes. Every time the mid-term or final exam is over, the school will hold a meeting to give awards to students who have done well in the exam, a few notebooks, and a few study reference books. Once the reward was to reduce or waive the tuition fee for this school year. My classmate Zhou Yanfei and I were both exempted from the tuition fee of six yuan. The six dollars that year was not only a fortune, but also a great honor. My joy is broken, but in order not to show pride, I have to endure and carry it hard. The title pages of the prize books are written with a pen on the reason for the award or words of encouragement, and the official seal of the school is covered. Every time I took it home carefully and showed it to my parents, and then put it away carefully. There is an "Explanation of Chinese Idioms" still in my bookcase.
When school was over on the weekend, Mr. Liu Shuying stopped me and quietly lent me a book, a booklet on math problem solving skills. The book is an old book published before the Cultural Revolution. It is already quite old. The teacher should have kept it with great effort. The teacher told me to cherish it.
When walking home with classmate Haitao who also lives in the suburbs the next day, he carried the book in his arms, walked for a while, took out a few paragraphs, walked for a while, and then took out to read a few paragraphs. When I got home at noon, a book was almost memorized.
It was a partial meal that my teacher gave me. It was aimed at the difficult points of my study at that stage. Some of the sample questions seemed to be specially designed for me. After reading it, I was full of enlightenment. I am grateful to the teacher for his little work, and I am even more grateful to the teacher for his insightful understanding of me. So far, I haven't seen the teacher in more than 30 years. Time faded, and we finally made life a running water, and stringed together the memories of life into a thick running account. But the old, small 32-open booklet is still vivid, and the strong friendship between teachers and students is clear and clear, just like yesterday.
ten years of turmoil, time wasted, and finally hoped to restore the good time of the college entrance examination. The teachers are racing against time and want to give all of them to us. Seeing the stubbornness of us, our hearts are more hate that iron can't become steel.
does not have any off-campus training institutions. School education is all about education. The teacher was worried that the summer vacation time was too long and delayed our study, so he took the initiative to call us to school and volunteered to give us supplementary lessons. And the most solemn and only way for us to express our gratitude is to spend a quarter of a cent before New Year's Day to buy an annual calendar with the portrait of a beautiful movie star and give it to the teacher. It's big, it's posted on the wall, and it looks like one year.
In the past forty years, how many times have I thought of that era, of those selfless, fearless, desireless, dedicated and dedicated teachers, involuntarily intoxicated, happy, missed, and moved.
Chemistry teacher Pan is a classmate of Beijing Normal University . After graduation, both came to work in the ancient city. Her beloved teacher Jie taught chemistry in the fifth middle school of , and also took the graduating class. One night when there was a power outage, Teacher Jie borrowed an empty classroom from the original Mars Middle School to get some extra meals for the top chemistry students in their class. Teacher Pan knew, and insisted that some chemistry enthusiasts in our class also go to the class. Teacher Xie compromised. That night, a few of us rushed to Mars Middle School to seriously eat a chemistry meal prepared by Teacher Jie.
This is the only out-of-school tutoring I participated in during high school. Unlike the various out-of-school tutoring organizations that are currently undergoing reorganization, teachers tutor us on a voluntary basis and free of charge. The teacher is not without pursuit. What the teacher pursues is not money. What the teacher pursues is to let us learn knowledge to win glory for the teacher. What the teacher pursues is the sun of tomorrow.
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We are poor in material and life is hard, but we have turned the hard life into a moving song and walked out a sunny path.
10 minutes break between classes,Female classmates went for a walk around the campus, and the male classmate rolled up his trousers and fought with crutches. One leg is on the ground, the calf of the other leg is bent back, the knee is forward, and the knee is moved quickly to hit the opponent's knee with force. The person who falls to the ground or the bent calf falls to the ground is defeated. This is Douguai. No equipment, no big venue, no warm-up activities, just lift your legs whenever you feel like it. Soldiers come to block, water comes to tutun. Either singled out, or group fights, or single-handedly battled against a group of heroes, or two-by-one slaying the Chu-Han world, the glory of winning the battle, the joy of losing the battle. We are still young, and we have no time to think about where I come from and why people live these tortured philosophical questions. We just fight and abduct, and live simply and happily. After fighting for a long time, a number of well-known “fighters” who are brave and good at fighting have emerged in the arena, such as Haiwei, Heping, Xiaobo, Xiaoyun, Xudong, Jianguo, Hao Feng, Yuzhang...
our library It is an ancient building, solemn and elegant, sitting downright on a high stone platform. The library is not open to students. After ten years of catastrophe, there should not be many books for the rest of my life, and I can't afford any loss.
Extracurricular books are scarce, even novels are rare. We are like a group of extremely hungry children, always gnawing at every novel we got hungry for the first time. After the eye addiction is over, go to the diary for a deep review.
When I went to the Hero Street Mall for a walk, I found a book of "Devil's Triangle and UFO" in the counter, a science fiction novel, which was quite thick. Asked the price, and walked away a little bit reluctantly. Back to the dormitory, itching again. Finally gritted his teeth, ran to the mall again, emptied his pocket and bought it back. For a while, "Devil's Triangle" was very popular, and it was circulated throughout the dormitory as quickly as possible.
The most obsessed with novels is Fang Shen. He is a horse, and among our group of big dragons, little dragons, and rabbit brothers, this little pony looks even more lovely. His novels are so fascinating. When we met a class we didn't like, we covered the textbook and watched it secretly, and he focused almost all of his classes on novels, which missed a lot of homework.
There is also a novel fan, Tian Yingliang.I often see her studying eagerly with a thick notebook in admiration. After talking about it decades later, I realized that what was recorded in the notebook were not formulas, theorems, and chemical equations, but the handwritten novels "Second Handshake" and "An Embroidered Shoe" that were all the rage at the time.
The school only has one TV set, black and white, and small. It should be 9 inches or 12 inches. This was already a precious and rare thing at the time. The TV is placed in the chemistry laboratory and is under the management of teacher Niu who is in charge of the laboratory. A foreign TV series ", the man from the bottom of the Atlantic " is currently being broadcasted on TV. Before the broadcast every night, Mr. Niu would put a table steadily on the high steps in front of the laboratory, and then move the TV out and put it on carefully.
It was the coldest season of the year when I was obsessed with TV series. I sneaked out of the classroom for several nights, stood in the snow and watched "The Man from the bottom of the Atlantic", and suffered frostbite to his feet and itching. But still infatuated and greedy, I had no choice but to feel painful and happy.
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On the eve of graduation, we went to the photo studio on the street in twos and threes to take pictures, one inch in black and white. Same-sex students give each other gifts as a parting memorial. I really wanted the photos of a few girls as memories of the youthful years, but I finally did not dare to mention the youthful ones.
Back then, except for very special circumstances, boys and girls were silent. Only once, after checking the exam results, Xiuling, the representative of the foreign language class, told me frankly that the previous bonus points were wrong, and after checking, I got two points back for me. With these two points recovered, my total score once again ranked among the best and stood on the podium. The few conversations between boys and girls in those two and two-year classmates were all included in the memory favorites.
After the college entrance examination, we took the graduation photos. After the pre-examination is over, the high school is considered to be graduated.Students who fail the pre-examination will no longer come to school, and those who have passed the exam will continue to prepare for the college entrance examination.
Our class is a big class. There are more than 80 people sitting in a small classroom, and almost all the space for people to sit in is used up. But there are not so many graduation photos. Some students did not perform well, failed the pre-examination, and were in a bad mood, so they stopped taking pictures.
When it was our class's turn to take pictures, the sun had already turned into a setting sun, hanging lazily over the west wall. We are girls in front and boys in the back. We stand in rows on the big stone steps in front of the library. The school leaders and teachers sit on the benches in the first row. The photographer gently presses the shutter, leaving us with The only group photo of two years of high school life brought an end to our 64th class.
Maybe the exposure of photography was too strong. Later, the graduation photos we got were dark and everyone needed to distinguish them before they could confirm. However, this is the most precious photo in our lives. It records the most beautiful life in our lives, and it has been treasured by many students to this day.
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The world is long and the past is like smoke. Forty years, in the blink of an eye.
For forty years, we have been on the roads of our lives. We have gone through many red and dusty past and red dust. With the frosty and white temples, we are no longer the spirited young people.
However, no matter how many mortal pasts and pasts have gone through, this innocence seems to have never left us. It is like a book, lying quietly in the corner of memory. You can leave it alone. But as long as you accidentally open it, it will be like a naughty and persistent child, holding your thoughts into the past 40 years ago, into the eternal good memories.
those people, those things,That brilliant and innocent smiling face, the fragrance of spring flowers that bloom in general...
Alma mater, faint smoke clouds, faint smoke clouds...
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About the author: Zhao Binlu, a civil servant of the Shang Party in the ancient city. Like reading, traveling, and playing chess.
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