Sit at a roadside barbecue stall at night and chat with your fellow villagers. He was doing business at home and could say that he could climb to the top of the mountain without worry, and I was still looking for a way down the mountain. Somehow, the topic turned, talking about the student era, not far away, more people were talking in the moonlight.
Talked about the previous teacher Li. In the impression, Teacher Li has practiced a good hand, the text is like a person, and Teacher Li's words are thick, just like his tall, burly body. In that year, he taught us language and physical education, and set strict requirements on students, jumping with their backs, squatting on horse steps, doing gravity upwards, jogging fast, and demanding that they be in place and meet the standards one by one. The proportion of physical education in the middle school entrance examination is very small, but Teacher Li attaches great importance to it, so that many years later I understood that in addition to learning cultural knowledge and accepting the teachings of wisdom, life needs more healthy physique to support.
I couldn't think of any reason for the first semester of class, and I had an argument with him. Teacher Li was angry, his face was like a pig's liver, and his eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to eat my young man. Teachers in that long time liked to use their fists to educate naughty students, students would not sue, and parents felt that they should be beaten well. However, Teacher Li did not hit me and punished me. Just happened to meet the noon class time, the students ran to the east canteen in the sound of the beating of the bowls and chopsticks, I stood under the sun, motionless, enduring the poisonous spicy of the hometown autumn tiger, a stop is more than 1 hour, standing dizzy, back to the canteen has been closed, outside the school gate on the left side of the river opened a rice noodle shop, gritted my teeth to fill the stomach ...
Unfortunately, fate was bad that year. In the summer of that year, Teacher Li went down to the river to fry fish, the cannon could not be thrown out, exploded on the hand, the handle was destroyed, and the five fingers were flattened by three. It's all retribution.
This is fateful suffering, and it has nothing to do with retribution. I debate.
Man is life, and fish is life. Teacher Li likes to come to the river to fry fish, the bomb is thrown out, falling into the river, the big fish are killed, and the small fish are blown up. Fried fish are the most poisonous, poisoning countless beings, doing evil things, ghosts and gods naturally know, naturally punish.
Good is rewarded with good, and evil has evil consequences. I can also understand what my fellow countryman said, but I don't agree with him attributing Teacher Li's fate to fried fish. Three years of junior high school, three years of education for Teacher Li, he won the love and respect of students with strictness and seriousness, so that many years later, whenever we recall the teachers, other teachers think for half a day, and his name can be the first to call out the complete name without thinking.
I have deeply remembered a sentence: all loss is to make room for the coming of cherished things; all creeping is a warm-up before jumping high; all fragments are for hard-won consummation. It is estimated that I will never see Teacher Li's heavy brush words again, and I guess I will hear the sound of penetrating the night again, and I believe that when God closes a door for the beings in the world, he will definitely open another window for him.