Author: Zhang Yueping
"At the beginning of a person, one is good in nature; one's nature is similar, one's habits are far away; if one does not teach, one's nature will move."
Our ancestors' wisdom, in just a few sentences, classically explains the importance of acquired education in shaping a person's soul.
In fact, every little life that comes to this world is as pure as an angel. In the future, with the different growth environments and differences in education levels, the diversity and complexity of human nature will be formed. In general, it is nothing more than calling "truth, good, beautiful; false, ugly, and evil". Acquired education, especially orthodox school education, is irreplaceable.
Open the dusty memory and reproduce (1971-1972)
The education we received in the dynasty.
At that time, we were far less likely to learn cultural courses than we are now, and we attached so much importance to it, but the school paid great attention to our patriotic ideological education. I remember that the first class for our freshmen was listening to the two survivors of Wen Jiatao in the auditorium about the village history of Japanese soldiers who were bloody of Wen Jiatao. It was the era of the War of Resistance Against Japan, when the Japanese invaders burned, killed, looted and plundered China's land, and did everything they could do. The angry Wen family villagers killed a Japanese soldier who ran to the village to do bad things, and thus the whole village suffered a catastrophe. The brutal Japanese soldiers carried live ammunition and surrounded the village in the middle of the night. They carried out a tragic bloody murder from house to house. Even the dolls under the age of one year were not spared. For a moment, the crying sounded and bloody. The men, women, young and old in the village died tragically under the enemy's butcher knife, which was as tragic as if they were unbearable. Two survivors, one hiding under the willow roots of the pond, and the other hiding in the cesspool, survived... On the earth platform, the speakers burst into tears, and the audience was filled with tears... That report greatly inspired our deep hatred for the Japanese invaders, which had penetrated into our bones from that moment. To this day, our generation is still wary of Japan. Whenever an alarm sounded over the city on September 18, the remarks from the auditorium forty-seven years ago reappeared in front of us. I sincerely thank the strong motherland and the people of the country will not be humiliated again!
On that day, Teacher Zhou Guojing read "History of the Basang Family" to us. It is about the suffering life of the serf Basang family in Tibet who was exploited and oppressed by the serf owners. What shocks our hearts the most is that the inhumane serf owners let the living people wear iron clothes naked in the extremely cold and snowy sky, sprinkle cold water on their bodies, and instantly form the iron clothes and the human body, and then take off the iron clothes... A living person was stripped of human skin... Teacher Zhou was crying, and we were also furious. This report also greatly inspired our love for the new China.
I remember that after the two reports, the school made a sweet rice for us to remember the bitterness and think about the bitterness. Two black noodles and steamed buns for each person seemed to be difficult to swallow, which means that we should not forget the class suffering and remember the blood and tears of hatred. For a long time afterwards, our seniors led us to discuss our thoughts after listening to the report every morning reading class.
Now reflecting on this kind of patriotic education has penetrated into our generation who grew up with the Republic. We share weal and woe with our motherland with the simplest feelings. To this day, "I dare not forget the worries of the country when I see the turmoil in Hong Kong." When I see the turmoil in Hong Kong, I feel worried; I have never been interested in politics, but I often pay attention to the long-lasting Sino-US trade war; when I see the five-star red flag slowly rising in the Olympic venues, I will be excited; when I see the wonderful "Chinese Poetry Conference" in front of the TV, my heart will also be rhythmic, proud of our brilliant ancient culture, and proud of being born in such a poetic country; when I see the momentum of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River flowing thousands of miles away, I will sigh at the unparalleled magnificence of the mountains and rivers of the motherland... I firmly believe that this most authentic and purest, lifelong love for the Republic still originates from our school education.
Therefore, I am thinking: people regard teachers as "the most brilliant cause under the sun" and "the engineer of the human soul", which shows how sacred and great the cause of education is. I think the essence of education should be "love" - for the motherland, for science, for nature, and for life... "Love" is the best auxiliary wing for learning.Love the motherland, you will be full of affection for the land that raised you; love science, you will exert your imagination to the extreme; love nature, you will be moved by the germination of spring, the lushness of summer, the splendor of autumn, and the solemnity of winter, you will be moved by a wild chrysanthemum that is not afraid of the cold and blooms brilliantly in the bleak autumn wind; love life, you will praise the innocence of childhood, the vigorous upwardness of youth, the maturity and stability of middle age, and the calmness and calmness of old age, You will feel that every stage of life has irreplaceable beauty... In this way, how rich your heart should be, how clear your soul should be - in a narrow sense, how beautiful your life will be; in a broad sense, once this soft and kind character forms a wave of life, then there is no warmth in the world... Therefore, while our education opens the mind and imparts knowledge, we should purposefully focus on the cultivation of behavior and the care of the soul. I remember that we were also studying engineering, agriculture, and military.
learn to work. Under the guidance of the teacher, we walked more than ten miles to Qiaotouji Iron Smelting Plant to see how the belt transporter transports iron ore to the stove, and how the workers discharge hot steel in the hot high temperature. We were full of curiosity at the time and felt the hard work of the workers.
School Army, without prior notice, an emergency gathering signal sounded at the campus at midnight. We put on our clothes in the dark and quickly gathered at the playground. Under the leadership of the physical education teacher, our team ran forward in the hazy moonlight and ran to the fields near the train station. The villagers of Liujiatan were getting up early to pull out the dry seedlings, and we also learned to pull them out until dawn. We ran back to school again. We studied farming for the longest time. At that time, our class schedule was officially engraved. There were two labor classes a week. There were pumpkin beaches for each class around the playground. The so-called "On March 3rd, the pumpkin gourds all went to the beach." Under the leadership of labor committee member Wang Junshui, we went from digging pits to feeding seedlings to watering and weeding. We did everything seriously. We watched the seedlings survive to run, and we bloomed with big yellow flowers like trumpets, and produced pumpkins all over the beach the size of basketballs. We were also happy. We provided the mature big pumpkins to the canteen at a low price, and the income was as class pay. At that time, there were several acres of hill land in the south of the school, all of which were distributed to each class to plant wheat, from turning the ground to sowing, weeding and harvesting. We did it ourselves. The harvested wheat was also sold to the canteen at a low price, and the cooks made steamed buns with wheat noodles and then sold to students at a low price. At that time, there was no need for baking powder, but it was made by the master with handmade and rotten noodles. We could always smell the aroma of steamed buns for breakfast every day. Similarly, we girls never wanted to buy it. Now, thinking about it, it feels very regretful!
For a long time, I went to Zhongda for half a month. Like the troops, we packed our backpacks, brought simple daily necessities, lined up, held up the red flag, laughed and sang all the way, and headed along the Heyu Highway to Zhongli twenty miles away. It is April in the world. The tall and tall poplars on both sides of the road are swaying green shadows. It is the peak period of life. Look at the leaves, they are light green, and they are lit in the sunshine, and a wonderful sound is emitted in the breeze, as if they are also sharing our youth and our happiness, and clapping our hands and seeing us off. Looking around, nature is a sea of flowers. In that year, the hardworking farmers created material wealth with their own hands and also beautified the fields. Large areas of goose yellow and pink rape flowers brought a faint fragrance with the breeze, and were dotted with green wheat that was rising, yellow and green, and were beautiful. At that time, there was no herbicide, and the grass and flowers covered all the ridges and roadsides and covered all the soil. This is true, not exaggerated at all. Nowadays people are no longer as purely beautiful as a romantic encounter...
The scenery in our eyes depends on our mood. At that time, we were simple in our thoughts, and what made the current high school students envious of us was that we did not have any pressure, including family, society, and college entrance examinations.Just imagine: we are in our prime, the nature with flowers, the deep love of students, the love of teachers and students... I just feel that the journey was full of spring and joy... This memory also brought me a long-lost beauty at this time...
got off the road and walked along the path of the field to a village called Wangjiazui in the distance. This is another different pastoral scenery along the way. There is no sight of the paved green at first sight, which is the rice fields that are green. Like our mountain fields, it is high and eight low, with large plates and large bowls, large polder fields, and large area of rice. Occasionally, you can see a small piece of broad bean field and rapeseed fields, as if you have embroidered a few flowers on the huge carpet. While walking, it seems like you are in a vast grassland, and you will inevitably have some more imagination in your heart...
When we arrived at the destination, we settled in groups at the members' homes. The captain arranged our food and labor. In the first few days, we and the members went to the rice fields to weed. At this time, the rice trees were almost closed and the water in the fields had just dried up. We stepped on the mud barefoot and followed the aunts' example. We bent down deeply, grabbed grass around the rice trees with both hands, and put the water plants wrapped in the mud at the roots of the rice trees, which became green manure again. At first I thought this was quite simple, but I repeated this monotonous action for several hours, which felt too boring. It was not time to finish work, so I had to continue. I gradually felt sore and my back hurt. I looked at the rice fields like the sea and I knew when the passion was over. Thinking about the aunts around me, they planted the endless rice fields one by one, and they had to turn over this "sea of mud" with their hands. The hard work was beyond the imagination of modern people. It can be said that "faced to the loess and backs up to the sky", "Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard to work"... If you want to learn from the farming industry in Zhongba, the biggest harvest is to learn "perseverance" from the simple and hardworking farmers. With such will, there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome in the road of life!
This kind of labor lasted for nearly ten days, and only one day something funny happened. I still remember it freshly: That day, we went to the seedling field to pull late rice seedlings. There were many lees in the paddy fields at that time (when I wrote these two words, my scalp became numb, and I was most afraid of lees in my life) After going down the field, I felt itchy calves, and reached out to touch it, and it was soft... I was scared suddenly, and I climbed up the ridge of the field and ran away, and I couldn't dare to run. I stopped and ran around the ridge of the field. The aunt who was pulling the seedlings was also confused by my crazy run. When I knew it was a leech, I asked me to run to her. When I ran to her, I still didn't dare to stop. I just jumped in front of her. The aunt slapped the leech on her legs and the leech fell off. I never dared to go into the water anymore. I remember the aunts said with heartache: "These children have never worked in the paddy fields at home..." A few days later, our group weeded in the broad bean fields.
Watch a leaf and know autumn. Fifteen days of eating, living and working together, Chinese farmers, including my fathers, the excellent qualities of hard work, patience, simplicity and kindness are deeply rooted in our tender hearts. In the years when I returned to my hometown to farm, I witnessed their ordinaryness and greatness, probably because of my experience or blood. I took a look at my life and thought without any shame that I also uphold the excellent qualities of Chinese farmers!
In the snowy mid-winter of 1972, we graduated, carried extremely simple luggage with our tender shoulders, bid farewell to the warm embrace of our alma mater, faced the whistling north wind, embarked on the vast wind and snow return, and received the experience of life from now on!
Dear alma mater, when I approach you again, the years have passed forty-seven springs and autumns, and I have stopped for a long time. You are no longer what you used to be. The tall and majestic and modern teaching building stands on the playground with green grass. The big words "Anhui Provincial Demonstration High School - Yongyang Middle School " above the teaching building emerged from nowhere, shining brightly under the golden sun, and I suddenly burst into tears... My alma mater carries your love in my life. Today, I feel that you have turned into a butterfly, and the phoenix is reborn...
Press your hands devoutly on your chest: I sincerely wish you, the alma mater I am dreaming of, the peaches and plums I dream of every year, and the fragrance every year! ! !
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