My teacher Zhou Shaohong
Author Yang Lirong
Whenever I see this high school graduation photo, I think of my junior high school teacher Zhou Shaohong, who is a very good Chinese teacher.
Teacher Zhou was very serious in class, and the lectures were in-depth and simple, especially when it came to the grammar part, which I still remember vividly. He carefully and fluently wrote a complete sentence on the blackboard, marking it with symbols while writing down the subject, predicate, object, definite, and adjective. Clear thinking and self-explanatory. I remember Teacher Zhou's chalk words Juan Xiu, clear, smooth pen, soft lines, I was very envious.
In the evening self-study class, Teacher Zhou carved the problem on the iron plate with wax paper and printed it with a hand-pushed mimeograph machine to us. Almost every night to make a sheet, the font on the volume is neat, beautiful, without the slightest bit of slacking, reflecting Teacher Zhou's enthusiastic and responsible teaching style.
On Sunday, Teacher Zhou and a few of our classmates rode back to the village to visit our homes, and Teacher Zhou accompanied us to climb the mountain, pick fruits, eat farm meals, and talk about our hearts. After returning to school, Teacher Zhou wrote a home visit essay, I remember that it was written on letter paper for several pages, and I was very touched to read it at that time. Because there is a narrative, there is lyricism, there is a feeling, it is indeed a feeling, and the true feelings are revealed.
I remember that I wrote an essay "Rescue", which is about the flash flood after a heavy rain in the summer vacation, because there was no rain for a long time, and finally it rained, captain Xu Maoying and my father in the village, because my father was an accountant, led more than twenty intellectual youths and the strong young men in the team to hold hands, shoulder to shoulder into the water, stood in a row, like a copper wall iron arm to block the ferocious flood, the uncles on the shore quickly introduced water into the canal to water the fertile land. At that time, my mother and the villagers were anxiously and patiently watching and waiting on the hillside, only to see a wave coming, the people in the water were submerged, the wave passed, only to see the young commandos in red vests and their father and the captain stand up again, the thrilling scene is still unforgettable.
At that time, when Teacher Zhou was grading this composition, he called me to the office, personally criticized and corrected it, gave me guidance and guidance, from the use of words to the construction of sentences, from the literary style to the description of character scenes, gave me meticulous guidance, I really benefited a lot. As a text sent down, I opened a look, what caught my eye was the dense text modified with red pen, full of corrected words, sentences and supplementary paragraphs, the most beneficial thing for me was the sincere and pertinent comment: this study was completed very successfully, grasped the scene description, the characters in the rescue are not afraid of suffering, not afraid of tired, love the collective theme is vividly expressed, only good at observation, diligent thinking, do life of the heart of the person, can write a real and touching composition.
Not only this one, but also others. I remember that I wrote a "My Father", which recounted that my father was an accountant, and when the dividends were paid at the end of each year, they had to calculate how much money they earned according to the work sub-strip, how much was a work sub-score, and in the past, the members of the large collective production team went to the field to work to record the work points, and after the end of the day's labor, the scorekeeper had to send the work sub-strip to everyone, and at the end of the year, the dividend was calculated according to the work sub-strip. In order to calculate accurately, every night is an all-night, all calculated with an abacus, checked over and over again until it is accurate.
At the end of each year, the cold winter waxing moon, after dinner, my family on the kang, on the stool, on the ground, at the door, full of people, everyone while smoking and chatting, while waiting for the calculation of dividend results, wait until after 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, people dispersed, the smoke at home. After a tiring day, people fell asleep, the countryside was quiet, and I occasionally heard the barking of dogs, while the crisp sound of my father's pulling out of the plan still echoed in my ears all night.
When Teacher Zhou corrected my composition, he also called me to his side, personally inquired, and helped me revise and polish it sentence by sentence. At that time, I especially respected Teacher Zhou's character and literary style.
I remember that a prose poem I wrote, "Chalk", was published in the middle school blackboard newspaper, which was also recommended by Teacher Zhou from the excellent composition, and at that time the whole middle school was a sensation, and I suddenly became a celebrity, and even my high school classmates were impressed.
Years of vicissitudes, green mountains are still the same, 37 years have passed, now look back on Teacher Zhou's sincere teachings to me, still vividly remembered, thanks to Teacher Zhou for my cultivation, in the depths of my memory will always be engraved with the friendship of the teacher, because Teacher Zhou will always be the pilot of my life.