(Yang Jichang)
(This is Yang Jichang, the former secretary of the party branch of the Second Central Committee, in his second article about recalling people and events in the Second Central Committee.) This article describes the interaction with Zhang Yaotang, the famous principal of the Second Middle School, full of sincere feelings, pouring out the voice of an old educator, and also inspiring and thinking for us. How to be an official, how to be a teacher, how to sincerely contribute to the cause of education in their respective posts, how to win the world's best name with their creative contributions and achievements, etc., these are all worthy of our reflection. Secretary Yang Jichang's words: "At this time, I understand that the Second Middle School was among the ranks of the provincial key famous schools, and it can be said with certainty that the principal must have done things in that year, which was as majestic as the rivers, and the small ones did not leave a trickle." The corners of the second middle fell, and every branch and leaf poured his heart and soul! How precious and awe-inspiring this spirit is! "It can be said that the portrait of Principal Zhang Yaotang makes us think deeply. ）
"Is the headmaster home?" I asked loudly as I knocked on the door. The window saw the figure walking around, and the door of the house opened.
"Welcome! Welcome to the car! The headmaster smiled.
"Excuse me. Presumptuous, presumptuous! ”
"Where, where! Didn't greet, sorry, fast into the house and sit down. ”
"I'm going to enter the room, and the disciple is the disciple." I smiled and followed my master into the house.
"Don't dare! Can't! Please sit, please sit! ”
"If you are a disciple, you have the ritual of sitting." You can only sit with the last seat. Or ask the principal to sit up. ”
After the cold noise, the two looked at each other and laughed, and sat down separately, not up or down.
It was a spring and bright day in 1987. I have visited the old headmaster many times later as an uninvited guest. Previously, the principal had agreed with me that as long as he had spare time, he could break through the door at any time. Otherwise how could I be so casual, so witty. Our first acquaintance can be traced back to the spring of 1963, when the Shandong Provincial Department of Education held a meeting of provincial secondary school principals in Jinan. At that time, I was a teaching director of Chiping County No. 1 Middle School, and the principal of our school could not attend the meeting due to an incident, so I was invited to attend the meeting after asking for instructions. At this time, the Second Middle School had already enjoyed a high reputation, and the reputation of the "Six Red Base" was enviable. I have a strong alma mater complex. On the sidelines of the meeting, I visited the famous Principal Zhang Yaotang. We met again in 1987, which was an old acquaintance. During this period, the Second Middle School was transferred to Hebei Province, and for more than ten years I worked in Hebei and Luzhou, and coincidentally, I was transferred back to my hometown and in 1987 I was sent to the Second Middle School, my alma mater, and served as the secretary of the party branch for several years. I had the opportunity to meet, and I met the old principal who had not been seen for many years in the second middle school. At first sight, I feel very kind. At this time, the old principal had left to live in the staff dormitory of the Second Middle School. Years of admiration, with more contact, more communication. Every conversation must have tea, talk about the past, talk about the present. The principal was talkative, and for a long time, he left a deep impression on me, and some of the things he talked about were worth remembering, and he slowly came up with the idea of recording it in words. Because he was one-sided, superficial and subjective, and afraid of mistakes, he picked up the pen and put it down, and so on, and dragged on for several years. Now I remember that, like a fish in the throat, not spitting out unhappy, and finally picking up the pen, the words and things I remembered now can only be regarded as a glimpse and a side.
There are indelible memories in the river of human growth, and there are always endless stories in the heavy past.
Story one: let's talk about two. During a conversation, I suddenly asked, "Principal, how did you choose such a remote school?" Although I asked casually, the headmaster opened his mouth. He recalled: "At that time, it was not like now that you could choose independently, it was all distributed by the state. I came to Linqing II in Shandong Province from Henan Province without feeling distant. Go to the second middle school and see the school, which is in a sharp bend on the west bank of the canal. At that time, everything here was not lively, there was nothing vivid to speak of, there was no flickering lights at night, there were many trees around, quiet and natural, there was no desolation or clutter. There is no destruction and tragedy of the ancient and modern conquests. The west side of the school is the teaching field. He particularly stressed that nature is beautiful, flowers bloom and fall, grass grows and grass withers, canals rise and fall, and everywhere is full of life. Listening to these rather philosophical words, I seemed to understand the principal's heart: although the school was in such a traffic-blocked and remote place, the geographical conditions did not restrict his vision. At this time, he probably had insight into the vast space for the development of this school. The naturally chosen location has a place to play. Isn't this called High Show? Fertile soil educates people, and there are people who cultivate it.
Story 2: Leisurely see the Long Causeway. In many conversations, no matter how you hint and guide, the principal's reputation for the "Six Red Base", the birth of the "Red Flag School" newsreel, and the glory of participating in the National Heroes' Association are always smiling, avoiding it, and there is a good man who does not say that he was brave and humble. Only the nostalgia for the beauty of the garden-style school built by ingenious design and hard work before the widening of the canal in the Linqing section and the overall relocation of the school seems to be inseparable for a moment, and it is often immersed in deep memories. Repeated narration and depiction reveal the care of a persistent old man for his former cultivation, and I guess that in his mind from time to time, he will conjure up one intoxicating poetic picture after another in the second middle school at that time--not to mention how pleasant the apricot forest and peach forest planted are, the roses around the school, the hibiscus flowers, the moon flowers and the tender white acacia flowers in front of the office and the classroom are fragrant, greeting the arrival of spring early; not to mention that the rapeseed sown under the root of the wall should bloom at the right time, and the tender yellow flowers decorate the corners and corners of the campus As soon as you enter the school gate, the pines and cypresses leading to the two sides of the avenue in the school stand tall and towering, alluding to "I am born to be useful", and the sycamore that rises from the ground and has lush foliage, symbolizing "planting the plane tree to attract the golden phoenix". What made the principal even more reluctant was the winding path from the office to the library, reading room and teaching area, which had been coiled by vines and loofah racks, and the bunches of grapes were purple and white, and the loofahs hanging on the ground were pleasing to the eye. Once the principal could not hide his inner joy and said excitedly: "One day I was reading letters from students on the desk in the office, and there were letters from all directions, Tsinghua, Peking University, Renmin University, Nankai University, Nanda University, Shandong University, Shan normal university, Qushi, Ocean College, etc., almost all over the motherland. At this moment, I looked out of the window to the north, and the tall stupa stood on the east bank of the canal, and at the foot of the tower there was a gentle canal water flowing slowly. The station of the stupa has become history. Could it be that he is telling the glory of the past and the decline of today? Cut the grapes, rack the loofahs, walk on the path, and look south to see the long causeway that stretches for thousands of miles. At this point he smiled heartily. Laughing so much is so happy. Hearing this, the principal's words infected me, and I chanted a couplet: planting trees and flowers, enjoying the spring colors of the garden; teaching and educating people, and casting elite talents. The principal clapped his hands and said that the joint language was wonderful. I said the schoolscape you painted was beautiful. This time the conversation was very interesting, and they raised a cup of tea. Talking to the principal this time, I also felt that the scenery was beautiful for a while. I went on to say, it's a pity, a pity, that I can only see the long causeway that stretches for thousands of miles, and I don't hear the sound of the waves. No wonder the second middle school is not at the foot of Lushan Mountain, so there is no Tao Gong's elegant taste of "leisurely seeing the South Mountain". Looking out of the window and looking at it, this is an expression of inner comfort to watch and enjoy the fruits of your labor, which is a feeling of happiness. At this time, I understood that the Second Middle School had joined the ranks of the provincial key schools in that year, and it can be said with certainty that the principal of that year must have done things with great grandeur, as big as rivers and rivers, and small as trickles. The corners of the second middle fell, and every branch and leaf poured his heart and soul! How precious and awe-inspiring this spirit is! Looking at the envelopes, he was satisfied and full of expectations for his students, and he was still full of expectations for the school. This is the sentiment of an old educator who cannot be exhausted.
Story three: Don't talk about the "Cultural Revolution" that can't be looked back. "A tea gathers confidants, two or three friends talk about ancient and modern." This is a pair of ancient names that we have repeatedly mentioned when we taste tea. The agreed topic can be the sea and the sky, but not the "Cultural Revolution". However, there is only one exception. When the principal said in vivid voices that when the Red Guards were praised by Jiang Qing as "lovely Young Red Guards Generals," they carried the banner of "rebellion and reasonableness, shouted the slogan of "dare to pull the emperor off the horse," and pulled the "swallowing mountains and rivers like tigers." Overnight, the good teacher-student relationship suddenly turned into an opposing relationship between the enemy and us, and then they provoked trouble, broke into the courtyard, and turned over boxes and cabinets. When I saw that things were not good, I took advantage of the quiet of the night to treasure the invitation card invited by Premier Zhou Enlai to invite the representatives of the National Heroes of the People to the state banquet behind the framed statue of the great leader Chairman Mao. Later, after the Red Guards broke into my house, they did not ask questions, searched east and west for my things, and made a mess of the whole house, and when they saw everything, they had to turn over and move, but Chairman Mao's image frame did not move, and it seemed that he did not dare to move. Therefore, Premier Zhou's state banquet invitation was safely preserved. I clapped my hands and praised: "Ginger is still old spicy." At that time, who dared to confront the young Red Guards generals, only fighting wisdom. "Speaking of which, both of us are very impressed, and that's all there is to it. In that era when beauty and ugliness are not distinguished, good and evil are not distinguished, light and darkness are not distinguished, there is only a vain call! What else can be said?
The past is hard to describe. At this point, looking around, I saw yellow leaves fluttering, northern geese flying south, and the late autumn of the year slowly approached. Looking back, the famous old principal, principal Zhang Yaotang, an elder and tea friend whom I respected, to this day, has gone to the late me, and it is already the seventeenth festival day. When he was surprised to learn that Principal Zhang had gone west by Crane, he had written a pair of bangs and sent it to his eldest daughter. Lian Yue: There is already a history of great achievements in the school; it is still left behind the qing dynasty.
Now that I am writing again, I can be regarded as picking up the old wish. I hope that this late festival will be like a maple tree in late autumn, "frost leaves red in February flowers", dedicated to Principal Zhang Yaotang, who was born in the northern Henan Plain and worked in southern Ji'nan for all year and forever.
Zhang Laode is highly regarded, first-class character, "straight as a vermilion rope, clear as a jade pot ice". I wanted to send him these ten words, but I didn't expect him to leave, but he practiced it and did it perfectly.
I still haven't finished, and then I wrote a eulogy poem to express my endless nostalgia-
Yangyang Canal long flowing water,
Endless past affection.
Tea tasting can no longer sit,
The sound of tea is faintly in your ears.
Yang Jichang wrote in his residence in Jinan
September 2017
(Note: Comrade Yang Jichang is a senior educator in Linxi County and the former secretary of the party branch of Linxi No. 2 Middle School)