Not to remember the trivialities of life, but to keep the back of time, to remember the green, sunny, simple, real era.
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9
Every day, as soon as the bell rang after the fourth class, we rushed to the canteen in a hurry, eagerly hit lunch, and before we could take a sip, we couldn't wait to trot to the window of a teacher's house as fast as we could. At this time, just in time for Liu Lanfang's crisp soprano: "Let's pick up the book." The last book said.... ”
So each of us held a rectangular aluminum lunch box, eating and listening, and our faces were twelve points of satisfaction and comfort. Sometimes I was so fascinated that I forgot what I was eating. Sometimes the internal emergency is unbearable and reluctant to go away to solve it, for fear of missing a sentence. The teacher's house is a bungalow, the window sill is high, we can't see the inside of the room, we don't know which teacher lives inside, what it looks like. And the teacher obviously knew that we were broadcasting under the window, deliberately turning the volume of the semiconductor to the maximum every day. At that time, the teacher's window was like a big magnet, and our children were like a pair of iron filings, spontaneously fanning the window as a circle, lengthening the neck, extending the ears, and listening like a drunkard.
The students in the running hall were also listening to "Yue Fei's Biography". During the afternoon recess, when I listened to Jianzhong, Lu Dong, and Jing Wenli's eyebrows dancing about Yue Fei's great battle against the Golden Wushu, I knew that their level of obsession was not worse than ours. Jianzhong is a native of Gaoping County in the south, and the dialect is a bit thick. He used a high-level accent with a very heavy nasal accent to imitate the northeast cavity of teacher Liu Lanfang, which had a different charm.
When I sat down to recall this past, Jianzhong's classmate's comparative expression was like in front of his eyes, and the mixed cavity of the southern cavity and the northern tone also seemed to still ring in his ears. However, he has been away from us for several years due to illness.
The years are merciless. Years are uncertain. We can't keep the years, we only keep a few backs when the years are gone. Under the sigh, when I think of Yue Feichuan again, I have a lot more helplessness and sentimentality.
10
When he first met Dongfeng, he was carrying a pair of buckets to the water pipe on campus to carry water.
Seeing that I was struggling to carry a wooden box to the dormitory, he hurriedly put down the bucket and ran over to help. When asked, we were both from the sixty-fourth class, and we were classmates. He said that he was the son of a teacher, living in the back row of our classroom, and that he could be approached if he had something to do. I appreciated his help, but I couldn't even say thank you.
In this way, we met and began a friendship that has been more than forty years so far.
Dongfeng is diligent, generous, kind, chivalrous, and gudao hot sausage. Because he is the son of a faculty member who lives on campus, and because of his chivalrous heart, he has made many friends in the last and next sessions.
He was two years older than me, taller than me, and naturally became a big brother. When I left home for the first time that year, I was dazed and didn't understand anything, but with the guidance of Dongfeng 1510, my heart was much more steadfast.
Dongfeng is the son of Teacher Tao. When he led me to the house, he secretly poured a small cup of green liquid, mysteriously handed it to me, and said, "You taste." "I took a sip, it was spicy, and it was a little sweet." It's wine, my dad's, bamboo leaf green. "This is the first time I've been drunk in my life. I was fourteen years old, and my mystery and curiosity about drinking itself far outweighed my interest in the taste of wine. When it was over, Dongfeng skillfully put the cup back and put the wine bottle back in place. It seems that the occasional sneak peek at his father's wine should not be the first time he has ever been.
When he grew up, Dongfeng loved to drink. The affinity for alcohol may have begun when he was a teenager stealing his father's wine. He drinks boldly, never twists, and matches his righteous and arrogant personality. Whenever he is heard drinking on the phone, he is often reminded not to "eat well and drink well", but to "drink less, drink less, and pay attention to the body!" ”
Teacher Tao has learned from ancient to modern times and is highly respected, but Dongfeng does not like to learn. At that time, my hands and feet were often cold in winter, and I couldn't warm up for a long time. When we sat at the same table, I listened attentively to the lecture, and he didn't like to listen to the lecture, so he held my hand and helped me cover the heat little by little.
It is the age of longing for friendship that meets the kind and friendly big brother. The fraternity of the eldest brother warmed my hand and warmed my heart even more. Many years later, I often think of the scene when Dongfeng covered my hands for me, remembered the innocent and flawless friendship, and remembered the sunny era.
Dongfeng's specialty is sports. Because he grew tall and loved to play basketball, he once trained at the Municipal Junior Sports School. Talking about the scene of the pork stew and white noodle steamed bun open to eat at the sports school, we are very envious. The school organizes a school-wide cross-country competition once a year, 4000 meters for girls and 8000 meters for boys, counting places and issuing scores. The runner-up in first place was awarded 500 points, the second place was 499, the third place was 498, and so on, and the fifth place was 1 point. Then, for the students who did not have a ranking, but also insisted on running down the whole course, they took a few more names and gave 1 point encouragingly. Scoring votes are counted in class units, and the grades are calculated and ranked in the total score. Every time it runs, Dongfeng ranks among the best, and can get 490 points of tickets. And I barely managed to run down, only to get one point, or to be among the encouraged. Nevertheless, the heart is also beautiful. Because after all, it also gave a point to the class, although it was only a veritable "one point" force, although it could not reach the back of the East Wind's four hundred and ninety points.
11
Like the age of flowers, like the years of song, we like to sing without suspense.
During the recess, a clear stream of spring flowed by, and it was Li Yan, the secretary of the league branch, who led Fan Xiaoyuan, Liu Xiaoli, Chang Hongyan, Song Aifang, and several female classmates to learn to sing "Spring Water Ding-Dong" together. That beautiful whirlpool is really like a spring, ding-dong, clear and bright, penetrating into our hearts. At the age when the love sinus first opened, the girls with loud voices and broken horses and flying horses had disappeared, and the girls were more shy and reserved. Even if you sing, you are humming quietly, like a small bridge flowing water between thin clouds and mist.
Erwa learned a song "Reading Lang" on the radio and sang it to me softly, "Little Boy Lang, carry that school bag to school..." "I was hooked. So, as he walked, he taught me sentence by sentence, over and over again, from the campus, to the party gate, to the lotus pond, to the crowded street.
When the "Fifteen Favorite Songs of listeners" was selected, the beautiful song spread throughout the country with wings and filled our campus life with sunshine. "Toast Song", "Goodbye, Mom", "Sun Island", "The Spring Water of the Frontier is Clear and Pure", "Sister Finds Brother Tears"... Moving melodies become part of our lives. Even before going to bed at night, dorm roommates often have to come to a "Our Life Is Full of Sunshine" to sleep again.
We were excited to hear that the editorial department of "Song" sold fifteen songs folding pages and color printed songs. I was eager to try it, found a mail order address, Xiaohu, Lao Gan, Haitao and a large group of their friends gave me money. This is my first time sending money, and I feel a little nervous. Shouldering the expectations of the students, I was even more nervous. I called my friends to go to the Hero Street Post and Telecommunications Bureau together, carefully filled in the remittance slip "No. 52, Dongsi Ba tiao, Dongcheng District, Beijing", and remitted the money. Another stroke of a letter was written to the editorial department, and solemnly threw it out. Then began the anxious wait.
We wait. We look forward to it. We looked up. We scratch our ears and scratch our cheeks. We almost collectively looked through a little bit of five-sighted eyes, but the song did not wait in the end.
In frustration, my heart was full of regret.
After a long time, the radio said that there were too many listeners who remitted to buy songs, and some listeners and friends did not write clearly what to buy and how much to buy in the "short remarks on remittance", because the workload was huge, and the editorial department could not handle it. It dawned on me. I was the "friend of the audience" that was said on the radio, and I didn't know how to write it clearly in the "short appendix", and as a result, the mud cow went into the sea. When my friends were most eagerly looking forward to it, I felt guilty for not being able to fulfill the entrustment and betraying the trust of my friends. No one blamed me, and in turn comforted me kindly, but I couldn't put it down myself and was ashamed for a long time.
Bo Yang and Zhong Yang brothers came from Beijing, and when we only knew that "the night of the military port is quiet, and the sea wolf gently shakes the lamp", they will both sing "Katyusha", "Red River Valley" and "RedBerry Blossom". Especially "Cranberry Blossoms", singing makes our hearts blush, as if there is really a sweetheart, full of confidants can not speak to her.
12
Young boys and girls who have just opened their hearts will often be excited and think of each other. The unintentional glance of female students will feel meaningful, and they will be excited in their hearts, which will produce a lot of hopes or troubles. The occasional glance back of the girl she likes walking on the road will stir in her heart for several days.
Good friend Ajay has a crush on a female classmate, but he does not dare to say it. Maybe it was because I was young and harmless to people and animals, and asked me to go to a female classmate to borrow a bicycle for use. In fact, I like the girl a lot, but I like it more covertly. The female classmate happily lent me the bike. I clumsily pushed back to Ajay. At that time, I couldn't ride a bicycle, and I couldn't get the point when pushing. After that time, when I met this female classmate again, I felt as if I had done something wrong, and I was even more embarrassed.
Evening self-study suddenly blackout, wanted to make a joke with the small partner in the front row, stood up and put his arm around his shoulder from behind. Just when I felt something was wrong, suddenly Another call came, and I ghostly hugged a girl. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even say sorry, and I was eager to find a seam to drill into immediately. Now that I think about it, I must have been so blushing that my fingers were red.
Our favorite is "Our Lives Are Full of Sunshine", which is an episode of the color feature film "Sweet Cause". To be particularly said is a color feature film, in order to distinguish it from black and white feature films, and many films were still black and white at that time. "Sweet Cause" is a story that revolves around family planning. Before the film starts, it is customary to add a short film, "News Bulletin" or short documentary or something. The day we went to see "Sweet Career", combined with the positive film, it was a science and education film about reproduction. We who have just entered adolescence do not understand the first opening, seem to understand non-understanding, both want to see and are embarrassed, cramped and uneasy, red-faced, until the beginning of the positive film slowly calmed down.
The boys' dormitory is in a bungalow near the playground slope. There were nearly twenty people in our dormitory, huddled around the chase bunks, each with only a narrow slip. When you turn over at night, it will definitely cause a chain reaction of your classmates. Each person brought a small chest from home and some personal belongings. At that time, I had just responded to Teacher Liu's call to start writing a diary, and the diary was a prize for my father's labor model commendation in the unit, and it was locked in my small wooden box. School life is regular and monotonous, there are not many to remember, and the content of the diary is half inspection and half inspirational.
Once, a classmate from another class in the same dormitory mysteriously brought a manuscript, which was yellow, and we were blushing and beating, full of guilt and curiosity. Later, although everyone asked him to return in time, and he was not allowed to take these things to the dormitory in the future, I still regretted myself in the diary for several days with shame.
Fortunately, the manuscript was not known to Teacher Lu Xiao'er, who was in charge of the dormitory. Teacher Lu is young and serious, and he must know that he will definitely severely punish us for standing.
Time flies, youth is gone. At that time, the youth sprouted, and looking back forty years later, it has become a warm and full story of early spring. At that time, his face was full of embarrassment, and he had already precipitated into the spices of a colorful life in the cold and summer of the year after year.
The jade rabbit rises in the east, the golden wuxi falls, the cold comes and goes, and the deceased is like si.
13
The college entrance examination has just been restored for two or three years, and there is a shortage of learning materials, and there are almost no extracurricular tutoring materials. Teachers rely on relatives and friends, and find ways to change simulated examination papers from other places. As soon as I got it back, I immediately mimeographed it and sent it to us to do. Teacher Zeng Jian, a native of Fujian, got fuzhou exam papers. Teachers from Beijing have their eyes on the Haidian District Teachers' Training School, where the level of teachers is high and the hit rate of the simulated examination paper is high.
Because of scarcity, all books that are related to learning have become treasures in our eyes. After each midterm or final exam, the school will hold a general meeting to award prizes, a few notebooks, a few study reference books, etc. to the students who have done well. Once the reward was to waive the tuition fee for this academic year, and Zhou Yanfei and I in our class were both exempted from the tuition fee of six yuan. The six yuan in that year was not only a great fortune, but also a great honor. I was happy in my heart, but in order not to show pride, I had to try to endure and hold it. The title pages of the books that are prizes are written with a fountain pen on the reason for the award or words of encouragement, stamped with the official seal of the school. Each time, I carefully took it home to show my parents, and then carefully put it away. There is a copy of the Selected Idioms that is still in my bookcase.
When school was out on the weekend, Teacher Liu Shuying stopped me and quietly lent me a booklet on mathematical problem solving skills. The book is an old book published before the Cultural Revolution, it is already quite old, it should be kept by the teacher with hard work, and the teacher tells me to cherish it.
The next day, when I walked home with Haitao, who also lived in the suburbs, I took the book in my arms, walked for a while, took it out to read a few paragraphs, walked a little more, and took it out to read a few paragraphs. By the time I got home at noon, I was almost ready to memorize a book.
It was the partial meal that the teacher gave me, which was directly aimed at the difficult points of my learning at that stage, and many examples seemed to be specially designed for me. I am grateful to the teacher's small stove, and even more grateful to the teacher for knowing me clearly. I haven't seen a teacher in more than thirty years. Time faded, and we finally turned our lives into flowing water, and strung our memories of life into a thick flowing account. But the old, small 32-open pamphlet is still vividly remembered, and the strong teacher-student friendship is clear and clear, just like yesterday.
Ten years of turmoil, time is wasted, it is hard to look forward to the good time to restore the college entrance examination, teachers are racing against the clock, eager to give everything they have, hold the neckline and hard infuse knowledge to us. Seeing us stubborn, our hearts are more hateful of iron not steel.
There are no off-campus training institutions, and school education is all there is to it. The teacher was worried that the summer vacation time was too long to delay learning, so he took the initiative to call us to the school and voluntarily volunteered to give us make-up lessons. And the most solemn and only way we express our gratitude is to spend a dime and four cents before New Year's Day to buy an annual calendar with the head of a beautiful movie actress and give it to the teacher. Big, sticking to the wall, one look at the kind of the year.
In the past forty years, how many times have I thought of that era, and when I think of those teachers who were selfless and fearless, who had no desires and no demands, and who were persistent and dedicated, I couldn't help but be intoxicated, happy, nostalgic, and moved.
Teacher Pan of Chemistry is a classmate of Beijing Normal University, and after graduation, both came to work in the ancient city. Her lover, Teacher Xie, teaches chemistry at No. 5 Middle School and also takes the graduating class. One night of the power outage, Teacher Xie himself found a relationship to borrow an empty classroom from the original Mars Middle School to give the top chemical students in their class an extra meal. Teacher Pan knew and insisted that a few chemistry enthusiasts in our class also go to the class. Teacher Xie compromised. That night, a few of us rushed to Mars Middle School to seriously eat a chemistry dinner prepared by Teacher Xie.
It was the only off-campus tutoring I attended during high school. Unlike the diverse off-campus tutoring institutions that are currently undergoing a resurgence, teacher tutoring is voluntary and free. The teacher is not without pursuit, the teacher is not pursuing money, the teacher is pursuing is to let us learn knowledge to win glory for the teacher, and the teacher pursues the sun of tomorrow.
14
Material poverty, life is hard, but we have composed a moving song of hard life and walked out of a path full of sunshine.
During the ten-minute break between classes, female students met for a walk on campus, and male students pulled up their pants legs and fought on crutches. Landing on one leg, the other leg and lower leg bent back, knees facing forward, rapid movement with their own knees forcefully crashing into the opponent's knees, the side of the person who fell to the ground or bent the calf landed on the ground was defeated. This is the fight. No equipment, no large venue, no preparatory activities, just raise your legs. Soldiers will come to block, water will come to Tutun. Or head-to-head, or group fighting, or single-handedly fighting the crowd, or two or two fights in the Chu and Han dynasties, the glory of winning the fight, the happiness of the defeat. We are still young, and we have not yet had time to think about the torturous philosophical questions of where I came from and why people live, and we just fight and turn, and live simply and happily. After a long battle, there were also a number of well-known "fighters" who were brave and good at fighting in the gladiatorial arena, Haiwei, Heping, Xiaobo, Xiaoyun, Xudong, Jianguo, Hao Feng, Yuzhang...
Our library is an ancient building, solemn and elegant, and firmly located on a high stone platform. The library is not open to students. After ten years of catastrophe, there should be few books for the rest of the disaster, and it can no longer afford any loss.
Extracurricular books are scarce, and even novels are rare. We are like a bunch of hungry children, always hungry for the first time to finish every novel we get. After the eye addiction is over, go to the diary for a deep review.
When I went to the Hero Street mall, I found a copy of "The Devil's Triangle and UFO" at the counter, a science fantasy novel, quite thick. Asked for the price and walked away a little reluctantly. Back at the dormitory, I was itching again. Finally gritting his teeth, he ran to the mall again, emptied his pocket and bought it back. For a time, "Devil's Triangle" was very popular, and it was seen by the whole dormitory at the fastest speed.
The most obsessed person in reading novels is Fang Shen. He belongs to the horse, and among our group of big dragons, little dragons, and rabbit brothers, this little pony is even more cute. He was too fascinated by his novels. When we encountered a class we didn't like, we secretly read the textbook under the cover, and almost all of his classes were focused on novels, delaying a lot of homework.
There is also a fan of the novel is Tian Yingliang' classmate. I often admire her holding a thick notebook and studying eagerly. After talking about it decades later, I learned that what was written in the notebook was not formulas, theorems, and chemical equations, but the manuscript novels "The Second Handshake" and "An Embroidered Shoe" that were all the rage at the time.
The school only had one TV, black and white, small, and supposed to be 9 inches, or 12 inches. This was already a valuable rarity at the time. The TV is placed in the chemistry laboratory and managed by the cow teacher who manages the laboratory. A foreign TV series "The Man from the Bottom of the Atlantic" is being broadcast on TV. Before the nightly broadcast, Mr. Niu would steadily put a table on the high steps in front of the laboratory door, and then move the TV out and carefully put it on.
The fascination with TV dramas was the coldest season of the year. Sneaking out of the classroom for several nights, standing in the snow watching "The Man from the Bottom of the Atlantic", his feet were frostbitten and itchy. But he still did not change his mind, greed did not stop, and he had to be in pain and happy.
15
On the eve of graduation, we went to the photo studio on the street in pairs and took pictures, one inch, black and white. Classmates of the same sex give each other gifts as parting souvenirs. I really wanted a few pictures of girls as memories of my youth, but I finally didn't dare to mention it.
At that time, except in very special cases, boys and girls did not speak between themselves. Only once, after checking the test results, Xiuling, who was the representative of the foreign language class, told me very frankly that the previous extra points were added incorrectly, and after checking, I found two points. With these two points found, my overall score was once again at the top of the list, standing on the podium. The few conversations between boys and girls in the same window for those two minutes and two years were collected in the memory collection.
After the college entrance examination, we took the graduation photo. After the pre-exam is completed, you will graduate from high school. Students who were not selected in the preliminary examination will no longer go to school, leaving the students who have passed to continue to prepare for the college entrance examination.
Our class was a large class, and there were more than eighty people sitting in the small classroom, almost exhausting all the space that could sit people. But there are not so many graduation photos. Some students did not play well, did not pass the pre-examination, and were in a bad mood, so they did not come to take pictures.
By the time it was our turn to take pictures, the sun had turned into sunset, lazily hanging above the western wall. We girls were in front, boys were behind, divided into rows on the big stone steps in front of the library, the school leaders and teachers sat on the benches in the first row, and the photographer gently pressed the shutter, leaving us with the only group photo of our two years of high school life, which ended our sixty-fourth class.
Xu is the photographic exposure is too strong, and then we got the graduation photo in hand black, and everyone needs to distinguish it to confirm. However, this is the most precious photo in our lives, recording the most beautiful part of our lives, and many students have cherished it to this day.
16
The world is leisurely, and the past is like smoke. Forty years, at your fingertips.
Forty years, we have been running on our respective life paths, walking through a lot of red dust in the past, red dust in the past, and we have long ceased to be the spirited teenagers we were.
However, no matter how much red dust and red dust have passed through, this period of innocence never seems to leave us. It's like a book, lying quietly in the corner of memory. You can not go over it. But as long as you accidentally open it, it will be like a naughty and persistent child, holding your thoughts, into the past of forty years ago, into the eternal beautiful memories.
Those people, those things, the bright and innocent smiling faces, the sweet fragrance of spring flowers...
Alma mater, faint smoke clouds, faint smoke clouds...
About the Author:
About the author: Zhao Binlu, a party civil servant in the ancient city. She enjoys reading, traveling, and playing chess.