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The story of the flowing water it takes away time, changes us, right in that sentimentality, and the first memories of youth...
At the New Year's Day Music Festival Gala in 2019, a beautiful and familiar song "The Story of Time" brought me back to the green years of the past!
In 1989, it was a summer, a fiery July.
July, the annual middle school entrance examination season, as soon as July enters, it indicates that junior high school life is coming to an end, and you will usher in an important turning point in your life. I clearly remember that on the day I left school, the teacher talked about many examination precautions, and said to everyone with hope: "Training for a thousand days, using soldiers for a while, I wish everyone a good result in the examination!" We silently packed up books and study materials in the classroom, and then went to the dormitory to roll up our luggage, bundle them onto bicycles, wish each other well, and say "precious," reluctantly bid farewell to our alma mater and teachers, returned home, and waited for the arrival of the exam.
Two days before the exam, it is a time to rest at home, but how can I calm down? Sitting, unable to sit; sleeping, sleeping unsteadily, staying up for a day, the eleventh ate breakfast, took the items needed for the exam, and took the car to the county town early. I found a cheap inn and settled down, waiting for the first exam on the twelfth.
That night, it was said that he had gone to bed early, lying in bed, tossing and turning, difficult to sleep, no matter how hard he tried to close his eyes, but his spirit was surprisingly good, and he did not feel sleepy at all. That night was so long! Later, I was confused and did not know when I fell asleep.
At eight o'clock in the morning of the twelfth, I arrived at the test center early, and after entering, I sat in my seat, my heart "bang, bang, bang" jumping non-stop, looking around, the other test takers looked very quiet, and there was no feeling of panic like me. At this time, there was a rumbling thunder outside the window, and then the rushing raindrops crackled on the glass window, and the sudden attack of the torrential rain made my heart calm down a lot. Jingle Bells... The historic bells rang and the exams opened in a tense and serious atmosphere!
I took the exam paper from the invigilator's hand and told myself from time to time to be calm and calm. Quickly write my name, test number, "brush, brush, brush," and write a book, the pen dances wildly in my hand, and one test question after another is overcome. At this time, I only had one thought in my mind, concentrating on doing a good job in each problem and striving for less mistakes. I was concentrating on the exam papers, and the invigilator walked around the room, not knowing it. In the examination room, only the sound of "rustling" writing and the sound of flipping the test paper could be heard, at this time, Xia Yu seemed to be afraid of disturbing our problem solving ideas, and stopped knowingly, indoors and outdoors were so quiet. The two hours were a short time, the final bell rang quickly, the first Chinese exam ended in a tense atmosphere, and the next math, English, and politics subjects were also successfully completed. The middle school entrance examination has finally come to a successful end! This is an important exam for junior high school graduation, why not a big exam in my life? At the time, it seemed that it would determine whether my life would go from glory to glory or mediocre.
When the day came, I was admitted to a normal school with no good grades. When the acceptance letter was in her hand, the mother was overjoyed and rushed out of the house like a child, showing off to the neighbors for a whole morning. I understand this abnormal act of the mother, the mother is really not showing off, it is excitement, it is excitement, it is hard-won happiness! Because, at the time, for me, for my mother, for our whole family, how difficult it was to get this notice!
In the golden autumn of 1989, on a sunny morning, I packed my bags, got on the train, set off for the next station in my life, and began the long-awaited teacher training journey.
Teacher training life is very different from junior high school, there is no tension, no stress, no anxiety, no uneasiness. Unlike junior high school, where a string is almost broken all day long, the burden of further education is almost overwhelming. On the contrary, life in the teacher's school is easy and happy. Don't have to do a mountain of test questions, complete the homework can be; don't worry about the grades are not good, the score is not high, pass the line, do not need "five more up, three more sleep." "In your spare time, you can read idle books, play ball, listen to songs, take a leisurely walk on the playground, and talk about the mountains and the world with your classmates." As long as the right time is the situation, pastime, self-amusement, as desired, it is not comfortable!
I like to read, and the relaxed learning environment in the teacher's training has created favorable conditions for me to read, and sometimes I can't help but look at it for a while in class. I remember one time in chemistry class, I was reading a novel, and the wonderful plot of it completely attracted me, so that the chemistry teacher didn't even hear me call me a few names. I looked around inexplicably, everyone was smiling at me, and I realized that the teacher had noticed that I was reading extracurricular books and deliberately asked me questions. I didn't know what was going on, and it took me a while before I quickly stood up and said, "I, I won't." "At that time, I was so ashamed that I couldn't wait to get under the desk, which was so embarrassing that I was a little embarrassed to see the chemistry teacher after class."
Wonderful is always short-lived! The three years of teacher training life are like a white colt passing through the gap, fleeting. If junior high school life is a bitter sea of life, then teacher training life is a honeymoon trip for newlyweds. Teacher training life is colorful, rich and meaningful, and I miss the unforgettable green years, which once brought me longing and hope, and also left me with many beautiful and warm memories.
In 1992, another summer, the internship period expired, the graduation certificate was in hand, the victory was triumphant, and he returned to his hometown. Since then, I have embarked on the hot land of teaching and gloriously become a people's teacher. Pointing out the country and the mountains, stirring up the writings; preaching and teaching karma to solve puzzles, diligently pursuing, teaching people tirelessly, ploughing the altar of teaching, lingering.
At that time, I was young, passionate, enthusiastic like fire, full of energy, single-mindedly devoted to work, sometimes, even on Sundays, I did not rest, I was used to staying in school, I felt that I had nothing to do when I went home, I corrected my homework at school, and I gave simulated practice questions. At that time, the exercises were all made by the teacher himself, and he had to print themselves, to engrave steel plates, hand mimeograph, push wheels by hand, page by page printing, quite troublesome, many rest days, I spent in the office, the school became my second home.
The most memorable scene is the first time I received my salary, "I got paid, I got paid," my colleagues rushed to tell you. I quickly ran to the accounting office and received my salary for the first month after I went to work- one hundred and fifty-five yuan, and the joy was overflowing, and my heart was full of emotions, and all the efforts were finally rewarded. After school, I immediately went to the shop on the street, spent more than thirty yuan to buy wires, switches, light bulbs, etc., returned home, found an electrician, and pulled electricity to the family, and since then, the use of kerosene lamps in my hometown has become history. In the evening, looking at the bright house illuminated by electric lights, there was an indescribable happiness in my heart!
Time flies, and the dead are like this. Today, I am exhausted, and my youth is no more. Twenty-seven years of teaching career, has long smoothed out my clear edges and corners, the growth of age, has made me indisputable with the world, fame and profit have been for the fate of me, is no longer so important, I just want to do my job at the same time, find something I like to do, or pick up the dream of the past, let life be full, happy, worthy of life, worthy of the future years!
About author:Lin Jianming, a Chinese teacher at the First Junior High School in Dongming County, Shandong Province, loves calligraphy and literature, and has always had poetry and distant places in his heart.
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