Feelings of the Past (Original Continuation 5)

Sixth, the university dream

In the spring of 1977, the brigade came to recommend the quota for college, in accordance with the policy of "voluntary registration, mass recommendation, leadership approval, and school review", I received the admission notice, opened it, and it turned out to be sent by the forestry branch of the county Five-Seven University, with a one-year study system, half ploughing and half reading, and the society came to the society. After graduating from high school, I have been looking forward to one day being able to enter the university door and work as a farmer for three years, but there is no news, just when I am about to give up completely, there is such an admission letter, I have no choice, I think it is not a bad thing to learn more knowledge, so I decided to sign up.

As required by the letter of admission, I rushed to the county forestry bureau and transported our group of twenty-three people to the school with our luggage in a waiting truck. After the car left the county seat, it went up the Yongle River and waddled on the bumpy road for thirty minutes before entering the forest area. The school in the big stone forest field, such as its school, it is better to say that it is more appropriate to say that the mountain people's home, in addition to the new school sign, anything else is difficult to imagine what connection with the school, only a two-story brick and wood structure house, each floor of five about twenty square meters of house, the first floor is a kitchen, warehouse, dining room, the second floor of the two offices, the remaining three are dormitories, I don't know where the classroom is?

The school environment is not bad, surrounded by mountains and rivers, beautiful mountains and clear waters, fresh air, quiet environment.

The first thing to do when you enter school is to set up a classroom, addressing the vegetable patch in front of the dormitory. Fortunately, everyone comes from the countryside, physical strength is good, according to the division of labor, there are flat land, there are trees on the mountain, there are roof trusses, there are tables and chairs. It can really be said that there are a hundred people, and these things can be done. After five days of hard work, the classroom was built, which was actually a wool shed supported by fir strips, open to the west, and covered with fir bark. Stakes are then driven into the ground and wooden planks are nailed to make tables and chairs.

On the day of the opening ceremony, the leaders of the county forestry bureau, the principal and the two teachers all came to the classroom, and the principal made a brief speech, talking about the purpose, purpose and requirements of the school, calling on the students to cherish the time, study hard, and become the elite on the forestry front in our county in the future. The principal's words aroused our beautiful vision for the future.

We went to class in the morning and worked in the afternoon. The content of the class mainly teaches the cultivation techniques of timber forests, and the labor is to sow seeds in nurseries, go up the mountain to participate in interforestation, and sometimes participate in planting vegetables.

One day, Teacher Zhang told us about the formula for summing wood, and the Greek letter "∑" was written on the blackboard, telling us that the letter was pronounced "Sigma". At this moment, a peasant brother who was sitting in the back row at some point stood up and said loudly, "Teacher, I tell you, we have not only a lot of small gema (little frogs in the vernacular), but also a lot of taigma (the big frog in the vernacular)!" The classroom immediately burst into laughter.

The peasant brother, not knowing why we laughed, mistook him for not believing his words, only to see him jump into the field, touch the edge of the field a few times, grab a big frog with each hand and come to the classroom, and say with great emotion: "You don't believe it, see what this is?" "Everyone saw the frog desperately kicking its legs, and laughed even harder...

That day, until late at night, this scene of the day lingered in my mind, and I wondered what my future would look like? Is this the university I want to go to? In a few decades, will I make similar jokes?

In October 1977, when the college entrance examination was finally resumed, I received a university admission letter and stepped into the long-awaited university campus.