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Text | Xu Shaoping
Some readers have asked, you have written about middle school, you have written about teachers, you have written about teachers, why don't you write about primary schools?
I thought about writing elementary school, but it was really difficult. First, the time is long, fifty years, if the light is flashing, the impression is vague; second, in that era when food and clothing are still a problem, where are the rich activities and colorful events that can be vividly remembered and remembered.
Some of the teachers in elementary school have been ancient, some are like candles in the wind, and some have no news. I have asked my elementary school classmates, visited the elderly in the village, conducted many investigations, searched for dry intestines, childhood memories, and formed this fragment of scales and half claws, talk about masturbation.
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > first grade Teacher Bian's home</h1>
At that time, the classrooms had no fixed places, and sometimes the teaching was scattered, sometimes like guerrilla warfare, and one shot was fired to change places. The first grade was read at Mr. Bian's house.
Both Mr. Bian and Mr. Li are primary school teachers. The ancestors were a large family on the village, and the house was two in front of and behind. In front of the house is a small uneven open space, which is a sports field, but there is no ping-pong table, basketball hoop, horizontal bar parallel bars, as if there are a few large and small neem elm trees. That's our only place to exercise.
The so-called movement is nothing more than jumping white fruits, lifting paper, pumping tops, climbing trees, and fighting. He often enters the classroom with dirty hands and disheveled faces.
The front of the house is Teacher Bian's house, and the back one is our classroom, and to get to the classroom, you must pass through her family hall.
There was a small courtyard in the middle, there was no toilet at that time, and there were two dung buckets in the yard for male classmates to urinate. The teacher said that children's urine can be treated by Chinese medicine. Although we didn't understand, we all listened to the teacher. There is a pit surrounded by a fence outside the courtyard wall, which is the women's toilet.
The conditions were extremely rudimentary, with a dozen adobes supporting a wooden board as a desk. The climbing stools for school are brought by home, and they are carried every morning and back in the evening.
The small stool is not a burden, sometimes it becomes a toy, or a noisy instrument, often making the small stool missing arms and legs.
At that time, the courses were Chinese and Arithmetic, and I still remember that the first few texts of the language were "Long Live". "Long live Chairman Mao!" "Long live the Chinese Communist Party!" "Long live the Chinese People's Liberation Army!" "Long live the general route!" Long live the Great Leap Forward! Long live the People's Commune! Long live the three red flags! ”
On the first day of school, my father sent me to school and handed it over to Teacher Bian. The whole elementary school, this is the only time to enjoy the parents' pick-up, the future road, no matter the wind and rain, the cold and heat, are their own. Our class is a first- and second-grade duplex class, and Mr. Bian is our homeroom teacher and enlightenment teacher. She was thin and short, fair-skinned, and her hair was the most common ear-length hair at that time, commonly known as "yatou hair".
How can adobe desks withstand the toss of us naughty ghosts?
One day in the early summer, the adobe broke and the desk collapsed. We were overwhelmed, Teacher Bian saw the situation, told us to sit next to each other and not move, we went outside to move seven or eight adobes, and re-built the desk. It was already sweaty.
The teacher wiped the sweat and asked us how our desks were, and I said lightly, "It's not pretty." The teacher was shocked, without words, helpless and aggrieved to look at us, wiped the sweat from his eyes with a towel, and perhaps, tears.
I once wrote about this in an article, and when I think about it to this day, I feel sorry for my enlightenment teacher.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > third grade Teacher Xu's home</h1>
I still can't understand, why was there no fixed classroom at that time? Why go to school like a private school in a teacher's home?
The third grade was at Mr. Xu's house. His house is on the river, and behind the house is our mother river, the Zhongjia River. Teacher Xu is my cousin, although he is a cousin, he is a year older than my father. Nephews are older than uncles, which is unthinkable today, but it was commonplace in the past. Because I was a cousin, I was spared the trouble of carrying a bench, and it was the only sense of superiority I had in elementary school.
Teacher Xu's teaching style is very different from That of Teacher Bian. Teacher Bian is smiling, speaking slowly and softly, and never physically punishes students or disguises corporal punishment; while Teacher Xu does not smile and is old-fashioned and severe.
His trick was to throw the naughty students with chalk. Like a dart master, no matter where you sit, as long as you are not disciplined in class, Teacher Xu's chalk head will fall on your head accurately and in a hundred shots, and when you touch the brain door "poof", a white dot will be immediately on the brain door, like a clown.
Once, the chalk head was thrown on the head of a student behind me, but I couldn't find anything. When I came home from school, I found myself in the corner of my bag, half-cut chalk, and it was colored. It could be chalk bouncing on the student's head and then bouncing back into my bag. At that time, no one dared to move the teacher's chalk, and I was proud to collect it for a while.
What I learned in the third grade has long been forgotten in Java, and I was only impressed by the rescue of the little girl who fell into the water.
That time, Teacher Xu was not there for some reason, and a little girl accidentally slid into the river while playing by the river. She couldn't swim and was fluttering and crying in the water. The students all stood on the shore and did not dare to go into the water to save her, but I had the courage to jump into the water and pull her ashore with good water nature and the courage to come from nowhere.
If it is now, it will definitely be publicized with great fanfare, and maybe it will be packaged as a young hero. But at that time, it was very common to go into the water to save people, and if no one rescued, drowning would not be investigated. When the teacher learned of this, he told us to pay attention and not to go into the water in the future, not even a word of praise.
I wasn't unhappy either, thinking it was just a show of hands.
< h1 class = "pgc-h-arrow-right" > fourth grade East of the village</h1>
Where did the second grade go? Wei Shi could not recall, maybe in Teacher Bian's home, maybe in Teacher Xu's home, maybe half in Teacher Bian's home, half in Teacher Xu's home. The fourth grade is more clear, relocated twice and a half, how to call it two and a half times?
First in the old temple of the "Great Compassion Temple" on the high slope of the east end of the village. During the Cultural Revolution, the "Great Compassion Temple" was used for village offices, and my father's accounting room was in a small attic on the west side, and two rows of temples in the east. At first it was on the front row, halfway up, and somehow, moved to the back row. This can't be counted as one time, it can only be counted as half a time. Next semester, we moved to a rice milling plant under a high slope. On the right half of the factory is a rice mill, and on the left half is a classroom.
Where this is schooling, it is clear that it is fighting a guerrilla war, "the enemy advances and I retreat, and the enemy retreats and I chase." "When someone comes to mill rice, we leave class; no one mills rice, and as soon as the teacher blows the whistle, we go to class." Sometimes a class didn't say a few words, the machine rang, and we immediately scattered.
The teachers that year were two young substitute teachers, one was Teacher Xue and the other was Teacher Xiao Xu. To be honest, it is difficult for them, the two teachers are serious about teaching, but the level is limited, it may be that they have graduated from primary school or they have not yet graduated from primary school, and we basically did not learn anything in that year. Just learned to use a pen, the teacher's writing is not standardized, so the words written by our students are all a mess. It is also the sad urge of that era.
< h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > fifth grade old store</h1>
In the fifth grade, there is a formal classroom. My father suggested that we should not always fight guerrillas, but must have a relatively fixed place to study. The village has a certain economy, renting a house by the river as a classroom.
The house was originally a small shop, and the village let the small shop move to a family in the village, and the house was given to us to study. The new classroom is spacious and bright, we are a compound class in the fourth and fifth grades, and thirty or forty students are here to spend a happy time.
In the imprint, from the first to the fourth grade, there is no school name, no principal, until this time to know that our school is called "Dongge Primary School", which is a primary school jointly run by Dongpeng and Gejia villages, and the principal still does not.
During this time, I have a deeper memory and have learned some things. It was Teacher Li who taught Chinese, and Arithmetic was still my cousin Teacher Xu. It seems that Teacher Xiao Xu has taught singing several times. It is a song in "Selected Songs of the Red Soldier".
One is "The Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution is Good", the lyrics are quite funny, and four consecutive "is good". "The Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution, (Hi) is good, it is good, it is good, it is good, it is good, the revolutionary big character poster, the fire is burning everywhere. (White) Good Cultural Revolution! Good Cultural Revolution! ......”
Another song, the name of the song can not be remembered, the lyrics are "traitor Lin Biaokong lao'er, are all bad things, mouth to talk about benevolence, hidden tricks in the belly, self-proclaimed super genius, bent on restoration, red soldiers in the battle, everyone came to criticize fiercely ..." At that time, Lin Biao's defection incident had just occurred, and a huge campaign of approving lin and approving holes had been carried out throughout the country, and this song came into being.
These are probably the only two songs I learned in elementary school. When Teacher Xiao Xu was teaching, he held a copy of "Quotations of Chairman Mao", also called "Red Treasure Book", and held up the "Red Treasure Book" while teaching singing. That scene was quite characteristic of the Cultural Revolution.
What is even more characteristic of the Cultural Revolution is that before each lesson, students must recite a quote from Chairman Mao together, such as "Strengthen discipline, the revolution is invincible", "Study well, improve every day", "Unity and tension, serious and lively", "Do it yourself, have enough food and clothing" and so on. The slogan was shouted at a huge price, and the meaning was basically incomprehensible.
Maybe I was naturally interested in language, and I remember that Teacher Li once taught the zodiac signs: Zi Rat Ugly Cow, Yin Tiger Rabbit, ChenLong Wei Snake, Noon Ma Wei Sheep, Shen Monkey Unitary Chicken, Shu Dog Hai Pig. Methyl ethylene propyl butyl heptyl heptyl heptyl nonyl decyl. At that time, I had a good memory, and I memorized two sentences on the spot.
I went back to my father, who praised me. I just don't understand the meaning of the two sentences, and understand "nondecyl" as "human ghost". Unfortunately, in my memory, Teacher Li only taught extracurricular knowledge this time. Even the smartest brain is useless. The barrenness of knowledge and the thirst for knowledge are really unimaginable and cannot be expressed in words!
When the fifth grade was about to end, the teacher suddenly announced that the fifth grade would be the first half of next year. What is the reason, has always been a mystery, who can help solve it?
What impressed me the most was the roster of students in our class, the names of twenty students, and I could recite them backwards: Xu Shaoping, Xu Guiyin, Xu Luyan, Xu Lehai, Xu Chunyuan, Xu Huairen, Xu Xiaodang, Xue Sanhong, Xue Xiuhua, Xue Youping, Gong Jinshan, Gong Jinshu, Gong Dongyue, Zhong Fuhua, Zhong Guifeng, Yao Wanlin, Zhang Zhenglin, Zhou Jiaru, Lu Xilong, ge Renlai.
Unlike today, Zhang Jie, Li Jing, Wang Yong, and Zhao Lan, at that time, there were very few names with two words, and the names of the students in our two classes were three characters. It is also not sorted by strict surname strokes, because Xu has the most students and the least number of "less" strokes, and my name is in the first place, as if everything is called to me first.
Not long ago, when she met her elementary school classmates, she was surprised to mention this matter, the list of primary schools from forty or fifty years ago, I still remember so clearly, in order, a lot. In fact, it is also crooked.
Xi Long is a good friend of my classmates, he is a lively and straightforward person, speaking very quickly, sometimes spitting out words, laughing and closing his mouth, and even salivating. Once when he couldn't pronounce his name clearly, I said, "Do you have a dead rat in your mouth?" Less fish, cinnamon fish, old fish... Are your classmates all fishing? "Haha, I've got dead rats, we're a bunch of fish." Then, the last word of all the students' names was pronounced as "fish", "less fish, cinnamon fish, record fish, happy fish, spring fish, huai fish, small fish, three fish..."
I was lying on the table laughing, and he didn't close his mouth for half a day, and his saliva flowed for a long time. No, good can't remember, boring things, just laugh and remember.
I heard that Xi Long later changed his name to "Yabai" and has become a big boss. If you heard about this, Xi Long in the past and Ya Bai now might be able to smile and close his mouth again.
Compared with the previous four years, the fifth grade has one more activity - playing table tennis. The teacher told us to put two desks head to head together to make a table, put two bricks in the middle to make a net, and cut a small wooden board into a rectangle with a handle at home as a racket. This is the only official sport in five and a half years of primary school. The two strokes of my table tennis were the basis for playing at that time.
For decades, it was my turn to be a primary school teacher, and then I thought about my primary school career, and I couldn't express my feelings. My elementary school, when it comes to knowledge learning, is really ashamed! We are truly a generation that has been delayed by the times. Fortunately, the students are working hard and have successful careers in their respective positions.
Shame and happiness. Look at the children now: carrying heavy school bags; endless training and tuition on weekends and holidays; learning pressure like mountains; loneliness without peers to play. When we were children, we could grow like wild weeds, and we were a hundred times happier than them.
*About author:Mr. Xu Shaoping, senior teacher, vice principal of wubao primary school in Xiaoji Town, Jiangdu District, member of Taizhou Writers Association, member of Yangzhou Poetry Association, winner of the first "Most Beautiful Charity Star" in Jiangdu District, Yangzhou City. Many prose poems have been published in provincial and municipal newspapers and periodicals. Now retired from the second line, living in Hailing District, Taizhou City, Jiangsu Province.