[Press: The public account of "Middle School Teachers and Students" has won the attention and support of teachers and students in the world, and is committed to creating a spiritual home for a generation of middle school teachers and students. From October 19th, we will share Zhang Hongmei's novella "Searching Up and Down" (a total of 24 sections)
Original title: Searching up and down
Works: Zhang Hongmei, Labor Technology Education Center of Primary and Secondary Schools in Songjiang District, Shanghai
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Tired and need to breathe, you can stop and linger in the sunset and by the playground. Annoyed, choose to meditate, you can lean on the small tree, hold the novel in your hand, and let your thoughts wander. In the first grade of teacher training, there are brothers and sisters of the 84th and 85th classes that we look up to, and our young little brothers and little sisters do not have much sound. Our naughty nature is suppressed, and if there is a slight resistance, the teacher criticizes us a few times, which scares us enough. So, in the first grade, there was nothing earth-shattering in our class.
The south side of the school building is a wall, and there are a few trees in the middle, not thick and leafy, but they have just grown, and I often take a book to go under those trees, very clean and cool. Since everyone is far from home and the transportation is inconvenient, they will not go home on Sundays. On Sunday, we are free, and everyone can sleep comfortably, without going to the playground to run, and not afraid of the teacher knocking on the door to supervise. Woke up, did not want to get up to go to the canteen for breakfast, anyway, can not sleep, everyone pulled on a topic to start discussing, from time to time made a sound mixed with stomach grunting. Good freedom, there is a sense of liberation, so everyone hopes that Teacher Zhuang will go home, go to love, and don't stay in school on Sunday to manage this and that! We enjoyed the freedom not to get up early, not to endorse, not to play the piano, not to use our brains, until the hunger and protests grew louder, and everyone reluctantly got up.
After lunch, we went to Yangjing Town together, walked three miles, and arrived at the same place as the current township, there are not many shops, we go to the stationery bookstore the most, buy school supplies. After a circle, I bounced back and went to the food store opposite the school to buy 1 cent melon seeds and prepare for a melon seed eating competition. At that time, almost all packaged food was made of paper, and the shape of the melon seeds after wrapping was triangular, which we called the triangle bag. Go back to the dormitory, unfold together, and open together. I have practiced a unique method in many practices and competitions, the melon seeds go in from the right side of the mouth, and the shell comes out from the left side, just like the flow of water, extremely fast, almost the first time.
It may be that Teacher Zhuang saw our laziness and decadence, and he began to encourage us to go to the city, saying that he would visit the bookstore on Fuzhou Road, where there were books with special prices; visit the City God Temple, look at the architecture, and increase our knowledge. Therefore, Ling Min and Chun Juan and I really went to the City God Temple, and in addition to enjoying the thrill, we also tested the sense of direction of the three of us. Taking the 81 road and taking the ferry boat from Lujiazui, we set foot on the Huangpu District, kept asking, kept walking, and finally came to Jinling Road. Then continue to inquire about the directions, through the shophouse, into the City God Temple, play around, buy spiced beans, ready to return to school. Thinking about how to come in and how to go back, it is a very simple thing! The three decided not to ask for directions anymore and returned from memory. However, somehow, the more they walked the street, the more deserted it became, and the three of them tensed up, only to find that it was not Jinling Road at all. Looking at the road signs, I couldn't find my way back, so I had to seek help from passers-by. It turns out that we are in the opposite direction! It was hard to return to the lively Jinling Road, then turn back to the Bund, and finally get on the ferry back to Pudong. Traveling once, I amazed myself and left unforgettable memories. Fortunately, before dark, safely back to school, the three of them recounted the fear and helplessness of getting lost, and kept asking for directions to suffer discrimination, but in order to come back, we couldn't take care of it! The funniest thing is that we concluded that the reason why this play will be lost, Chunjuan blames me for having a 90-degree direction deviation, and I blame Chunjuan for remembering the wrong way. Ling Min said that it was because we had gone too little, and we still had the opportunity to go and test whether we would get lost.
Only more than thirty years have passed, but travel has changed dramatically. At that time, how could we think that today there is a Baidu map, a navigation, a subway, and a car? The time that cannot be returned, the memories that cannot be taken away, without the past, there will be no present. Thank you for being born in such a vagaries of time, so rich and so brilliant!
About author:Zhang Hongmei, senior teacher, born in November 1967, has been teaching for 35 years, majored in labor technology education at Shangshi University, senior maintenance electrician.