My life is in the past

(Serial)

Five: Stories in school

When it comes to the alma mater, the familiar school

Although it has been more than forty years since I left school, every time I think of the happy times of my childhood, I can't help but feel a wave of envy and hatred in my heart. Envious of the undisturbed mood of childhood, jealous of the time when Youyou was at ease, and hated that the time of childhood passed too quickly. As the song goes: —Shake me and I'll get old.

When I think of my teachers and classmates, I see it like i'm acting in a movie; one by one, the people and things that come alive seem to be just yesterday.

Speaking of the story of what happened, the first thing that comes to mind is my class teacher, Ms. Sun Shuya; when I was a teenager, she was both a teacher and a mother; she influenced the development of my entire life; and I still have her shadow in my behavior. In her teaching career of more than ten years, not only teaching and educating people, but more importantly, her helpful, selfless dedication to the spirit of contribution.

Since Teacher Sun came to our village to teach in 1956 to retire to Shanghai in 1974, in these eighteen years of education, she has consistently sent warmth to the uninsured elderly in the village and treated them as relatives; every month, she took out two pounds of noodles and one pound of oil from her grain and oil certificate and gave them to the elderly. For more than ten years, she personally managed to send away no less than ten uninsured elderly people, but she always insisted on it without complaint or regret; the old people also regarded him as the closest person.

Her efforts have been exchanged for the love and support of the broad masses of the people, and in exchange for the recognition and respect of the leaders of the county education bureau. When her husband was criticized by the Red Guards and implicated, the people stood up and the leaders of the Education Bureau stepped forward, which saved her.

She was a teacher when she was teaching in the class, and after class she treated the student as her own child; when the student's clothes were torn, she took out the sewing kit she carried with her to mend it; buttoned it off, and helped you fix it. Some brothers and sisters have many classmates who have not yet worn shoes when they are cold, and she looks at the pain in her eyes, and whenever this happens, she does not hesitate to take out her meager salary to buy a pair of new shoes for him to wear. This happens every year.

In the 1960s and 1970s, the people of the whole country were under the banner of Chairman Mao of the CPC Central Committee: Adhere to the style of independence, self-reliance, and hard work. Encouraged by their own hands and abundant food and clothing; the small construction of the school has been completed by the joint efforts of teachers and students. With the increase of the number of births, the enrollment of students has been expanding; in order to solve the needs of more children to go to school, six large tile houses have been built in the village, and the superiors have paid for the pressing of doors and windows, and the solution of tables and chairs has been solved. The remaining mud walls brush the walls, level the ground, etc. are all done by the school itself.

The school leaders mobilized teachers and students to actively participate in labor, and in order to solve the problem of soil, the teacher borrowed a carriage from the production team; there was a physical education teacher Liu Bingqian driving, and two young and strong teachers holding one side of the pole; the students all tied ropes on both sides and pulled. With the sound of an order, the wheels rolled, accompanied by the laughter and songs of the students, they drove out of the campus and ran to the east of the village; at the destination, the students quickly filled a cart of soil with a shovel and transported it to the school. In this way, with the joint efforts of teachers and students, the task of transporting soil was completed in less than a day. Subsequently, the production teams bundled wheat straw, crushed it with a hoe, mixed it with the soil, watered it and made it into a thin mud for use.

On the day of the wall, the students scrambled to throw mud against the walls of the classroom, the students threw mud in the front, and the teacher took the mud board and flattened the mud in the back. Two days of hard work have completely replaced the six classrooms, and the students have been exercised in the cheerful labor, although they are covered in mud every day, but their hearts are full of happiness.

School life in that era was not the same as it is now, when the all-round development of morality, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor was advocated; there were labor classes every week, even if the school had nothing to do; and it was necessary to participate in labor in the production team, a policy that continued until 1978, after the resumption of the college entrance examination, the labor class was abolished.

Advocating redness and specialization, and receiving re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants is a compulsory course; therefore, the group of people who came out at that time had three positive views, good thinking, and high class consciousness. It laid the foundation for the subsequent reform and opening up, and only those who experienced hardships at that time understood and cherished the happy life now.

My life is in the past

Six: My parents and sisters

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