[The retirement pension of retired teachers is 10,000, which reminds me of the childhood of the post-80s, when who talked about safeguarding the rights and interests of rural children? 】
When I was young, there were really many teachers with particularly high faith, and everyone praised them. There is one in our village, he rides a bicycle all year round and teaches Chinese. Treat all children as if you were your own. He did not give up on a child, and even went to his home to preach and was thrown out by the people in the family. But all along, he has never changed his original intention, and has always silently made his own weak contribution to the cause of rural education. His name is like a monument that stands above the minds of rural people.
But in the seventies and eighties, such people were a minority after all, and a small number of them relied on the authority of teachers, and it was not uncommon to abuse children. When I was in elementary school, I was in the first grade, and I was the first in my class, and the teacher took good care of me. I came to read it every time, but then something happened that made me suddenly realize how vicious the adult environment is.
That time as usual I stood up to read, when I read "radish", this I read is also correct is the two-voice Luo. Soft bo, he said that I read it into two voices, taught me a lesson, the warmth of the past was all gone, I read it again according to his meaning, and then he still said wrong, that lesson I was dragged by him and stood there, the whole class did not know what was going on, my face was like the color of a chicken crown, and he let me sit down after class.
What I don't understand is that I have always been regarded as a good student, why has there suddenly been such a big change? And there was no premeditation at all, the adult's face was like a demon bursting out at once, and I was not ready to accept the psychology. Later, when I talked about this matter with my grandmother, my grandmother said that it was probably because of the second father's business, as if the second father borrowed his money to do something, the money drifted, and he simply transferred his anger directly to me.
It was only later that I became a timid child in class, and no longer dared to raise my hand to speak generously. The teachers were not sure when they would change their faces. In the fifth grade, a male class teacher grabbed the head of a poor student in the class and slammed it against the wall, and I was thinking that if I was this girl out of this door, I would not live, it was too cruel. That class teacher is now also retired to 10,000 years old in the countryside, but I think he is not worthy of virtue. When he gave us substitute lessons, he "dug up the mud" at night (playing mahjong), gave us lessons during the day, and often came directly without washing his face.
Regarding the past, what I am talking about is just a point of peeping in the tube, and the overall situation is how every post-80s generation has experienced it. We are people who have walked through the ages, people who have endured the violence of people. Those who teach us in their later years live so peacefully, some are virtuous, but some of them feel that they are worthy?
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