Author: Zhang Manling
When I went out in the morning, I was greeted by the bustling crowds of elementary school students and parents. There was a strong impulse in my heart that made me put down what I was doing and write about my elementary school teacher.
My primary school is Kunming Normal Elementary School. Nie Er is my alumnus. My homeroom teacher is Li Chongzheng, who teaches Chinese. Teacher Li, long round face, short hair neck, behind the ear, women in that age were like that, my mother was also this hairstyle. Her mother taught at the university, dressed in Leninist clothes, and had the style of a professional woman. Teacher Li often wears Chinese cross-legged women's clothes, like a housewife with a sharp eye, but her stern eyes tell people that she is a teacher.
In the 1990s, when I returned to my hometown to visit my relatives, my elementary school classmates invited me to see Mr. Li. A group of us rushed up to the familiar old building of Kunshi's dormitory on Fengyi Street, crowded in Teacher Li's dark room, and the cheerful mood was like returning to childhood.
My classmates asked me and a few students with "achievements" to sit on a couch near the teacher, remembering that there were gem experts and government officials. Everyone thinks that Teacher Li will be proud of us. But wrong. Teacher Li just nodded at us, took the gift and the book I gave her, and put it on the coffee table. Instead, in a tone of concern, she asked the self-styled classmates where they were now and how their health was, even down to salary promotion and children's transfer. She also asked about some of her classmates who had not been seen for a long time, remembering their illness and plight.
A few of us "excellent elements" were snubbed for a while, and we all regretted sitting in this isolated seat. I sighed and said, "Teacher Li hasn't changed at all!" "In our hearts, there is a deep affection for her.
I have long been accustomed to these styles of Teacher Li.
When I was in school, she let me study by myself early. But when she entered the classroom, she never ignored me, but kindly asked those who were late or did not turn in their homework. I've never felt flattered.
When the class came, the teacher asked questions, and I was always the first to raise my hand and raise it high, but Teacher Li didn't call me—she was never the first to call me. When she called her classmates around and answered them all in pieces, she said, "Zhang Manling, you answer." "My heart to make a splash has cooled, stand up, calmly say the answer, feel that I am not proud."
She never expressed her appreciation for me, and her attitude was: You are what you should be, you could have answered the question.
Ms. Li was the class teacher during our crucial years of entering the fifth and sixth grades. At first I was really uncomfortable. Other teachers like to walk around the campus with a few students with outstanding grades and talents, but Teacher Li never gave us such an opportunity, and I am very unhappy with the child who has been "showing up" since I was a child.
I began to wonder, why is she not satisfied with me? So the class no longer actively raised his hand. But no, her stern eyes stared over, and I had to raise my hand honestly, but it was still not my turn to answer first. But I can't relax, and slackening will only make the teacher more dissatisfied with me. Under her training, I became "spoiled", as I should be, the teacher did not pay special attention to you, but by no means did not pay attention to you. You are one of the classmates, it is not important, but it is indispensable.
At this point, I already have tears in my eyes.
Over seventy years old, I am grateful to Teacher Li for correcting the deviation of my human nature and personality. Arrogance is my great enemy. On the road of life, how to position myself is a problem that I will always face. Fortunately, my problem was seen by a wise teacher as early as elementary school. She repeatedly made me realize. She believed in my understanding. To this day, I am still reflecting, still thinking and working hard to return to the position where I should be.
Teacher Li obviously knew that at that time, I had a sense of superiority in my heart, and I looked down on "poor students". We, the children of colleges, are like this and don't play with them.
There was a Wei classmate in the class, a repeat student, big, sitting in the back row, late every day, snoring in class, not to mention answering questions. Don't say that "top students" like me don't have him in their eyes, and most students regard him as an "outlier" and a "black sheep".
Teacher Li asked us to organize an extracurricular activity to go to the countryside for a picnic. Wei was called by the teacher to participate.
In front of a small river, we were stopped. The river is not wide, the water is not deep, and there is no bridge. The farmers were wading through the water. We walked back and forth along the river several times and couldn't find the right place to cross the river. At this time, the tall Wei classmate jumped into the water. He had rolled up the hem of his pants, but the water still flooded his pants. He didn't care, and said boldly, "Come, I'll carry you over." So, one by one, we proud little ones who didn't care about him, obediently fell on his broad back, with a little shame. He waded across the river and carefully put us ashore one by one. The last girl finally helped him pick up his shoes so that he wouldn't go back and get them.
Wei's enthusiasm and strength brought us a deep shock. Since then, I have known that all kinds of people in life cannot be underestimated. The people you look down on may be much taller than you.
Soon, we decided to recruit Wei into the Young Pioneers. He was tall and a little shy when he put on the red scarf. The whole school was shocked because it was impossible in his original class. This is Teacher Li's vision. Instead of asking us to help a backward student, she cultivated his self-esteem and corrected our unjust contempt.
As the years passed, it turned out that Mr. Wei was a respectable person. He didn't go to college, he learned to cook. At the famous Zhenzhuang Mansion in Kunming, he became a master of the spoon, making state banquet-level dishes for guests and heads of state from all walks of life in Spring City.
He and Mr. Li are the most closely connected teachers and students.
It turned out that Wei's father was a worker, and because of his divorce, he often drank, beat his children, and even hung on a beam. He said, "It was Teacher Li who came to our house and put me off the beam. She advised my father not to hit me again. Without Teacher Li, I would not be who I am today. ”
In that special era when teachers were being beaten by elementary school students, he thought about his teachers. When The two-bearded Teacher Li straightened her waist from the wheat field and tried to hit her sore back, the elementary school students who had taken gun medicine forced her to bend over with a stick and prevented her from standing. Suddenly, a dark and tall figure jumped out, snatched the stick from the ignorant child's hand, and shouted: "Teacher Li's wheat, I will pull it!" "Classmate Wei fell from the sky like a hero. He helped the teacher to sit down at the edge of the field and bent down to work by himself, the wind swept through the clouds. Elementary school students were too frightened to squeak. "Teacher Li's tasks have been completed, and you are not allowed to disturb them if you rest at home for a few days." In the future, I will work to call me, and I will help the teacher! He helped the teacher out of the field slowly and drove the teacher home on his bicycle.
The news spread that we "excellent students" bowed their heads and wept, and we were inferior to him. The best and best student in the class is Mr. Wei, and it is our pride that he stepped forward to protect Mr. Li.
What is "a teacher for a day, a father for life"? Only a teacher like Teacher Li can cultivate students like Wei.
Last year, I wrote at Dali Putuo Spring Resort. Chairman Zhao of this private enterprise is my elementary school classmate. He told me that when Teacher Li was dying, he asked, "Where is ×× Zhao?" "He didn't go well at that time and ran to Southeast Asia. The last thing the teacher could not rest assured was him.
Classmate Zhao is the "troublemaker" in our class, and often skips class. I was the captain of the brigade, presiding over a "help meeting" for him. I remember that at a meeting, Teacher Li shed tears, and we all followed the tears, hating this guy who never changed.
I still remember that this captain was also elected when I had been looking forward to it for a long time until I didn't want to. When the "three bars" hung on my arm, I was a little unnatural, and I felt used to the "two bars". Teacher Li, take my fluttering young heart, patiently pound, and then beat. This allowed me to maintain a good psychological quality in the fate of the later misfortunes, and nothing could discourage me.
When Zhao and I, two people who were more than half a hundred years old, called each other "trouble bags" and "captain", we remembered Teacher Li together, our rare loving mother and Teacher Yan in this life.
I don't know if there is a teacher who understands and cherishes the heart of every child, who soothes the backward students and tempers the advanced students. She took the different children into the arms of her loving mother and let them grow into big trees. She made every little grass sing with joy.
Confucius said that "there is no class in teaching", which contains the earliest idea of educational fairness.
The purpose of education is not to compete and win championships, not to become a "high-ranking official", but to become a "person" - so that every child with different origins, different talents and different personalities can develop normally and live their lives as well as possible.
When interviewing the old alumni of Southwest United University, I saw that when they gathered, they were not distinguished between nobles and lows, and they were divided into grades in order of senior and young. I realized that my elementary school teacher gave me the purest style of education. Students should not have differences between rich and poor, stupidity, etc. together. This is the fairness of education.
Education can rejuvenate the country, and many sages pinned their hopes on transforming China and rejuvenating the nation on education. Only by educating fairly can we cultivate fair people and build a fair society.
Teacher Li's stern and loving gaze seemed to be still watching me, making me still examine myself: What else was the teacher dissatisfied with me? Am I floating again?
She set a high standard for me, which cannot be achieved with a worldly name.
Guangming Daily ( 2019-09-06 16 edition)