Every day I walk through the neighborhood where my mother lives, I can see the junior high school I once attended, which was once a railway children's middle school, and now it has been renamed. Once I felt that the school was so far away, but now it is close at hand, once felt that the school is located in the wilderness, and now the surrounding environment is very lively, becoming a civic center and having a civic square.
Once the school is located in the middle of a remote farmland, the sun is full of dirt, the rain is a mud, the distance between the school and home is relatively far, we travel together four times a day between the school and home. The school facilities are rudimentary, the teaching building is very dilapidated, the winter is extremely cold and the summer is extremely hot, there is only one toilet, and after class, we rush out of the classroom to wait in line.
It was shortly after the end of the Cultural Revolution in the late 1970s, all walks of life were in ruins, and the college entrance examination system had just been restored, and the teachers at that time were undistracted and concentrated on teaching and educating people. Our first homeroom teacher in junior high school was named Sun Mingqing, who was a Chinese teacher who was less than 30 years old at the time. He was born in a high-cadre family, once a Beijing Zhiqing, in northern Shaanxi for a few years, Teacher Sun is dignified, versatile, Sven and elegant.
Ms. Sun is proficient in a variety of musical instruments and uses her spare time to teach her classmates to play musical instruments. The class he once represented was the music class of the school, and it is very regrettable that at the end of October 1978, we were enrolled less than two months ago, the instrument in our hands had just been obtained, and Mr. Sun received the acceptance letter from the Teachers' College, and since then we have said goodbye to the homeroom teacher. Our musical dreams were also stifled in the cradle, when material conditions were extremely scarce, and we did not leave a picture with the teacher.
Teacher Sun has been living in the school dormitory, and her lover is also a Beijing Zhiqing, who was pregnant and had a big belly, but he put his time and energy into our children. His Chinese teaching was ingenious, using his spare time to take the class outside the school to observe the autumn scenery and then come back to write an observation diary. In addition to teaching Chinese, he also taught us to sing songs such as "Ode to Yan'an" and "Listen to My Mother Talk About the Past" word by word.
He made me a small teacher in the class, and I took the self-study class, and I walked up to the podium like a teacher and said loudly: Hello students! The students stood up and said: Hello little teacher, and then I said: Everyone sits down and has questions to ask, and I sit on the podium to do homework in self-study classes. Teacher Sun came to check from time to time, and the students were also very disciplined. Even the naughty students are particularly quiet at this moment.
Because I was fortunate to meet Teacher Sun, my young soul planted the seeds of being a good teacher, and in 1981, three years after the wrong junior high school, I gave up going to a key high school and chose to go to secondary school, and I lost the opportunity to be a teacher. Some people say that the secondary school students in the 80s were all excellent students, and the score line was higher than that of the key high schools, which is true. However, I did not go to high school, and losing the opportunity to take the college entrance examination was also a pain for my life.
Later, I graduated and was assigned to the hospital, Teacher Sun returned to the Railway Children High School to continue teaching after graduation, and then my husband's brother had the honor of becoming a colleague with Teacher Sun, Teacher Sun also mentioned me, and later, Teacher Sun's family returned to Beijing, I was transferred to the south to work, and we never had the opportunity to meet again.
Teacher Sun only worked as a class teacher for a short period of 2 months, but we benefited a lot and never forgot. A few days ago, I gathered with my classmates and talked about Teacher Sun, and we actually searched for it on the Internet. He is now more than 70 years old, and his screen name is Miaoqing Jushi, although he is more than old, he is still handsome and exudes a polite temperament. After arriving in Beijing, he worked as the principal of a middle school and published many literary works, poems, paintings and calligraphy. We were also fortunate enough to read his modern poem "Qin Feng Han Rhyme Baoji".
The impact of an excellent teacher on students is far-reaching and unforgettable, and it is our greatest luck to be a student of Teacher Sun, although it is only a short period of two months. In the past years, there was no Teacher's Day, and there was no Teacher's Day gift, but it became a common practice to respect teachers and re-teach. Teachers have a small salary and live in poverty, but they have a heart of Akagi, teach children knowledge with their hearts, and take education seriously.