Press: The public account of "Middle School Teachers and Students" has won the attention and support of teachers and students in the world, and is committed to creating a spiritual home for a generation of middle school teachers and students. Today, we share Teacher Feng Buxuan's article "Song of the Flow of Years".
Original title: Song of the Passage of Time
Author:Feng Bujuan (authorized release)
Each old song carries an unforgettable history and a precious memory. Inadvertently, hearing the nostalgic songs of the early 1980s, the long-lost and familiar melody, actually touched my long-sealed soul and brought me back to the teacher-training years that I had long cherished.
Forty years ago, on a sunny autumn day, I carried a simple bag, carried a letter of acceptance, and could not contain my excitement, and came to the normal school of my dreams. It was the first time in my life that I had a study trip away from home and high school. When I first arrived, I was suddenly touched by the strangeness and lack of relatives, and the feeling of loneliness and wandering struck my heart from time to time, and the feeling of homesickness increased day by day, especially at sunset and dusk. On a moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the gentle evening wind sent Qian Manhua to sing the theme song of "Lushan Love" with deep feelings: "Whenever the moon rises, I deeply miss my dear hometown, where there are beautiful green waters and green mountains..." This spiritual sound wafting from the sky, emitting the fragrance of the earth and wisps of affection, floating through the moonlight, comforting my restless heart, full of my journey of wandering life. Since then, I no longer sit alone in the dusk, no longer depressed and depressed, and the light of life has become more brilliant and brilliant....
"The golden shuttle and the silver shuttle are shuttling day and night, time is like flowing water around you and me, young people don't consume, cherish today's good sun and moon..." At that time, the campus played the bright, exciting, and beautiful "Golden Shuttle and Silver Shuttle" every morning on time, waking us up from sleep. The sky was bright, and there was a movement of life in the corridor of the dormitory. After a while, the students invariably ran in the campus trail, as if they were racing against time, chasing back the precious time delayed during the "ten years" period.
During the ten years of turmoil, labor replaced learning, ignorance replaced knowledge, and the trend of "reading is useless" impacted our generation, and we were so ignorant that we passed through the era of "handing over white papers." After smashing the "Gang of Four," the college entrance examination system was restored, and in 1979 I was admitted to the Danxian Normal School in Guangdong Province. The normal school I attended, the conditions were harsh. The school is scattered at the foot of the overgrown Dabao Mountain, and the classrooms and dormitories are the shabby and dilapidated houses left by the "May Seventh" cadre school. Without running water, we dug wells in the fields around the campus; there was a lack of lighting and electricity, and when we repaired in the evening, we lit simple kerosene lamps or candles, and the wind blew through the broken glass windows into the classroom, the lights flickered on and off, the shadows on the walls were enough, and we were busy reaching out to cover the lights while busy studying on the case....
We who have had a special experience of "ten years", every time we hear the exciting song "Golden Shuttle and Silver Shuttle", we cherish this hard-won opportunity to seek knowledge more and more. At that time, the scene of the students "working hard" is still unforgettable. We who have stepped into this temple of knowledge from the north and the south of the world are thirsty for knowledge, but many students have a poor foundation, and they often encounter "roadblocks" in learning, and some students still want to play the "drum of retreat". Whenever we encounter such a situation, teachers always use the poems of the older generation of revolutionaries: "Siege the city is not afraid of hardship, attacking books is not afraid of difficulties, science has dangers and obstacles, and hard battles can pass" and "There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as we are willing to climb and climb" to encourage us to overcome difficulties. We no longer dare to sneak around, even on weekends, we do not give up self-study, and the classroom is full and silent. In the summer, the mosquitoes bite the prickly heat completely unknown, and the cold winter freezes the hands and feet, or buries his head and reads hard.
I still remember that there was a female classmate in the class named Liang, and her spirit of "stupid bird flying first" was really touching. Every time she passed the mathematical, physical and chemical test, she almost failed, but she was never discouraged, but she was ashamed and brave, and she did not stop and caught up. In my impression, in addition to eating and sleeping for a semester, I always saw her sitting in the classroom and reading hard. Kung Fu paid off, she conquered one difficulty after another, and finally won the title of "Three Good Students".
Where there is hard work, there is harvest; where there is giving, there is hope. "When everyone sows seeds in the spring, they look forward to the golden autumn, and the happy moments are full of yearning..." A heart-stirring "Love of the Motherland" sang the little sigh of my teacher's learning life. Now that I am full of dust and exhaustion, I have also been so simple and enthusiastic to long, pursue, and struggle, and the bittersweet and bittersweet, setbacks and failures, successes and hopes of life have accompanied me through the unforgettable time of teacher training.
We traveled together through the scenic spots near Normal School, climbed the Babao Mountain, where treasure mines were stored, recited Tang poems and ABCDs in the shade of rubber forests, and trekked through waist-deep grass while talking about ideals. We can't forget the hard reading under the lights, we can't forget the meditation in the examination room, we can't forget the running and jumping on the sports field, we can't forget the words and swords under the high and low beds... With the beautiful original intention of "making meritorious contributions and serving the motherland," we have learned to live, learned the professionalism of "being haggard for the sake of the people of Islamic Elimination, and gradually widening the belt and never regretting it", learned the noble sentiment of "don't let people boast about the good colors, only leave the colors full of clean and clean", learned the philosophy of treating people with "sincerity, golden stone is open", and learned the principle of "luck by opportunity, clumsy and skillful". It is our generation of students, shouldering the historical mission of "realizing the four modernizations", shouting out the loud slogan of "reading for the rise of China", and singing the surging voice of "In another twenty years, we will meet again", we can proudly say that we are worthy of that era!
In the two years of teacher training life, the most nostalgic songs heard are the famous female singer Li Guyi's singing of "Rose in my Heart", "Why I Show a Happy Smile", "Nostalgia", "Parting! Friends", "When we will get together again", "Things from the past are no longer thought", "Cherish her"... No matter when and where he heard Li Guyi's sincere, moving, and poignant singing, inexplicable thoughts and endless love surged up in his heart. In these songs, memory is like a clear spring, giving tranquility to the floating hustle, giving impetuosity to clarity, giving dreams to be plain, whether it is rich lovesickness, humorous love, or rushing joy, flying thoughts, all turned into a trace of willow smoke, precipitation, drifting, walking away, leisurely wading through the years, fixed as eternity. Perhaps it is the nostalgia for the lost time, hearing Li Guyi singing "Nostalgia", "Your figure, your singing, is forever imprinted in my heart." Although yesterday has disappeared, it is difficult to meet each other..." The sad melody will bring my thoughts back to the scene of the farewell of the teacher training classmates. Saying goodbye is both reluctant and heart-wrenching. At the moment of farewell, the students did not dare to look at each other more, lest the tears could not withstand the temptation of pulse and affection, and could only quickly hand over the "Graduation Commemorative Book" and leave each other with unforgettable and meaningful gifts. It is this kind of friendship and gifts that encourage us from all sides of the world to go through the ups and downs and hardships of life, and even support our lives. The picture of yesterday's farewell, with the melody of "Nostalgia", rises and falls, repeatedly playing in my heart, even if the years are gone, the warm memory in my heart is just as moving.
"Yang Liu clings to the edge of the small lake, like a dream and sees each other, quietly returning from Yan, unable to remember that year..." Qian Manhua used her sad and affectionate voice to interpret the song "Return of Yan" so intoxicatingly, it said the secret heart that we have been buried deep in our hearts for a long time but can never find the right words to convey the secret heart. For the teacher-training time that has passed, we have a thought that cannot be discharged, always chasing the shadow of past youth in memory, looking for the loss of past feelings. It turns out that the feelings of the teacher training students are like an immature green fruit, after a long time, when you taste it carefully, you will feel the light and long fragrance, separated by those long and vast years in the middle, and what will never go away is still the feeling in the depths of the memory.
Take care of your mood, with the old feelings that are difficult to give up, and walk along the tortuous and deep emotional return road... Since they are destined to be connected to each other and people are hanging on each other, then compose the emotional road they have traveled into a long-lost "Return of Yan", and in the season of longing, let the thoughts float up with the song that is like obsession and dreamlike: "The willows are by the small lake, and the surprise and joy are indescribable." The flowers fall and reopen, looking forward to tomorrow..."
About author:Feng Bujuan, former danxian normal school in Guangdong Province, class of 1981 ordinary first class student