Look back alma mater

In the early 1980 s, I studied in pingtouba School in Sancang Township for 3 years. This 3 years can say suffered Coptis as bitterness, this is a poignant, almost painful. But this experience has been engraved in my deep soul, and I can never forget it and cannot wipe it off. In 1980, when my hometown was still in a large group, I studied in junior high school. In that year, the junior high school in Pandi withdrew and merged Sancang. I recruited 10 students from Pandi to Sancang for the first year of junior high school, and I was one of them. At that time, there was no grade 6 in rural primary schools, and they graduated from primary school after Grade 5, so the age was generally small when they just entered junior high school, about 13 or 14 years old. We are all naive and ignorant teenagers one by one, but we are very sensible and not frivolous and impetuous at all, because children born in peasant families wake up early and understand the hardships of life. The Affiliated Middle School of San Cang is located in pingtouba village, which is located in the downstream of San Cang River. There are still 5 miles away from chujiaba where San Cang commune (renamed township government soon afterwards) is located, it was the best school in the surrounding communes at that time, which was very influential. I am afraid that this is the reason why the schools were combined. Studying in Pingtou is inevitable to boarding. Go home once every two weeks, bring potato, sauerkraut, corn flour and firewood from home and cook by yourself. From my hometown Pandi Li mountain village to Sancang Pingtou Dam, there is a big mountain in the middle, which takes more than 30 miles of mountain road. Every time I carry things weighing dozens of Jin, I have to climb mountains and mountains, which is really miserable. At that time, there were 6 days of classes a week, and I could only ask for leave on Saturday afternoon to go home. I often went home and couldn’t see my fingers. I have to go back to school on Sunday, and it is usually dark when I go to chujiaba. Further down the 5 miles, are dark aisle. Sometimes when it rains, the river of Sancang rises sharply. When it reaches Pingtou dam, it will be dark and dark. It is more dangerous to cross the river by feeling stones. Every time I went back and forth to school, not only did I see the sky at both ends, but also my waist was sore and my back hurt. I always had to raise three meat bags on my back and waist. The pain went straight into my heart. After more than ten days, I have just recovered, and it is time to go home next time. The students’ dormitory and kitchen in Pingtou school were changed into two large classrooms. There are two rows of pavilions against the wall in the dormitory, two students in a group, each group can have a width of one meter square, only two people can sleep, very crowded. Doors and windows have only frames and no contents. In winter, the school mobilized students to paste the windows with paper. But the paper paste was just Unreliable. A few days later, the flowers bloomed and the cold wind blew straight up, which made people’s faces beat like whips. I remember that there were four distinct seasons at that time. Early spring, late autumn and the whole winter were all frozen to death. Winter is basically covered by heavy snow, and the white is vast. The four walls of the students’ kitchen were densely filled with small Earth stoves, and the students occupied one by one, burying pots to make rice. As soon as school was over at noon and evening, dozens of students quarreled and started cooking at the same time. That smoky taste was really unbearable. Especially the early sunny day after the rain and snow, it almost choked people to death. If you operate for a while, you will run out and have a rest outside before you dare to enter again. All the people who came out were flushed with tears. After a year, all of us have become worthy of the name. I clearly remember that I would never forget it even in my whole life. It was the first time that I went out and went to Pingtou Dam to study that year. I had eaten corn flour for a whole year, and even never tasted a meal of wheat flour. That was the last year of the big group. The production team only allocated 6 jin of wheat to my family, at least 2 jin of which was wheat bran. At that time, in addition to paying public grain, there were no seeds left in the agricultural society. At that time, drinking a bowl of wheat noodles mixed with soup was more difficult than climbing the sky. When you really want to eat, you must pretend to be sick. After putting it on for two days, my mother estimated that it might be true, so she shook the flour bag or swept the flour bucket, mixed the bowl with soup and asked the baby to drink and sweat. I am know that the villagers always eat corn flour last and next meals, and most of the time they can’t catch up with each other, and their parents often go out to live. It is to borrow some food from relatives and friends, or go to Shaanxi to Sichuan to work in exchange for food, and go all the way back home step by step. In the year of pingtouba, once school was over, you could enter the operation without thinking about it. Anyway, there was no choice either corn noodles or corn noodles. If there are few changes, it is on the cutting method of potato, either strip, fast, slice or silk. As for the greasy food, let alone the greasy food. A better family, with some lard, cut a small piece every meal, and got it into the pot with a sound. Students with family difficulties didn’t even make this sound. When I was in the second grade of junior high school, my father bought me a piece of clothes by frugality, which was equivalent to the zipper shirt now, which was called work clothes or labor clothes at that time. On that day, I washed my clothes and got cold outside the dormitory. I didn’t know which wicked person stole them for me. On the spot, I only had bare arms. On Saturday that day, I came home naked, and my father had nothing to do. Finally, thanks to my mother’s coming forward, I borrowed a worn white shirt from my neighbor. In that summer, autumn and even several cold days, I had been wearing that shirt all the time and never took off my lower body once. At that time, we washed clothes in the hot sun in spring and summer, and put them on on the spot after drying in the sun; We washed them at night in autumn and winter, and usually dried them at dawn. People didn’t know how to wear them before they went out to work. In case it doesn’t dry, hurry up to fire and bake. It was inconvenient for the school people, and they didn’t make a fire, so they didn’t wash their clothes, and the general couldn’t get a horse. When the cold winter came, we all wore liberation shoes, and there were no socks inside. Every year, my feet are always frozen, with pus flowing and bleeding. I can’t even walk. I have to ask for leave for teachers for morning exercises and sports. Students who study abroad go to night lessons and light kerosene lamps. Find an ink and ink bottle, drill a small hole with the thickness of wheat orange pole on the lid, and then use iron sheet. Generally, use toothpaste to roll a hollow small cylinder, and use cotton to twist a core inside and insert it into the ink bottle, lighting can be achieved when lit. The kerosene lamp is bright and dark, and the light is yellowish. It can’t shine on a bigger place, so one person must be one. There are more people, but the brightness is brighter, but the soot is heavier. Usually after a night self-study, two small briquettes can be gouged out from the nose. In order to do more homework, some of our fellow villagers who love learning often stay in the classroom. Because there are many people in the dormitory, I have to blow the lights to sleep at 10 o’clock. In this way, we smoke more coal smoke than others. The school does not allow students to burn the midnight oil, but the head teacher Li Yong prefers us and even acquiesces to encourage us to study hard, so he often turns a blind eye and does not criticize us directly. Only in the third year of junior high school, we made more efforts. Sometimes we didn’t leave until 12 o’clock at night. Teacher Li was afraid that we would ruin our bodies, so he intervened. He broke our kerosene lamp and forced us to sleep for many times. But after the kerosene lamp fell, the glass bottle was broken, and the cylinder and core were not broken. Just find a bottle casually and insert the core cylinder, which can be used again. In this way, I had studied in Pingtou for three years and suffered a lot, but I did a lot of effort in learning and was not careless at all. In order to save time, we often make more meals, and the rest, continue to eat next meal, which is made of corn flour anyway. Once, my fellow villager and I worked together to cook, and there was half a pot left that night, preparing for the next meal for them to continue eating. After school at noon the next day, I did my homework for a while. Anyway, I was quite sure and planned to go to class in the afternoon as soon as I ate. But when I went to the kitchen to eat in class, I opened the pot and found it was empty and had nothing. It turned out that there was no way in the kitchen. The dog of pingtouba people went in at night to help us use it. I have no time to do it again, so I have to stick to it with hunger. In order to improve our grades, we often try our best to learn. It is natural to concentrate on the class time, Hungry. After class, besides homework, collect information everywhere and practice repeatedly. We collected the problems and went to consult the teacher. Copy the texts, formulas and theorems to be recited in the notebook, and read them on the riverbank and in the field in the morning and after dinner. There is a large apple orchard behind pingtouba village. Spring is coming, apple flowers bloom, fragrant and beautiful. In the morning and evening, we often go to the Apple forest to read books. The books are loud, colorful and beautiful. There are still many memories about Pingtou. In winter, teachers and students all froze their hands and feet. After class, the students rushed out of the classroom like bees and stamped their feet in the sun. The scene was very spectacular. At that time, schools generally didn’t charge the miscellaneous fees of students, and the heating in winter was all funded by the Education Commission. In order to save money, the school took students to the Caohe commune 30 miles away to carry charcoal, and went to the mountain 5 miles away to cut firewood. Learning and Labor adjust each other, and students like it very much. At that time, the school still had several mu of farmland, which was on the hillside not far from Pingtou village. Under the guidance of our teacher, we planted corn, potato and vegetables. We learned to fertilize, intersoil and weed. We opened the window and field garden on the noon of the day when we hoop the crops, and talked about poems like Mulberry hemp with wine, have a deeper understanding. At that time, the condition of Pingtou school was worse, but teachers loved teaching, students loved learning, the school spirit was good, teaching was good, teaching quality was very good. The students at that time lived hard, thought pure, United and upward, and also helped others. Compared with some students nowadays, it is totally different. At that time, there were also a group of lively good teachers in pingtouba school. Chinese teachers include Li Yong and du Yongqiang, math teachers include Yin Shunjun and du Zaolin, physics teachers include fan lighting, Ru Zuohong, chemistry teachers include song Qingxiang and Liu Changqing, there is also Jia Yongzhang, who is versatile in numeralization and body beauty. It is really a blessing in life to meet such good teachers. These teachers are young and promising, with active thoughts and novel ideas, bringing vitality and vigor to remote flat schools. At the same time, they are specialized in learning, taking root in rural areas, devoting themselves to education, loving students, being able to be teachers, teaching and educating people. I love learning Chinese, especially listening to the Chinese lessons taught by teacher Li Yong. His class was full of emotion and speech, and his literary talent was flying. Listening to teacher Li’s lecture is really a pleasure. After finishing three years of junior high school, teacher Li laid a solid foundation of grammar and composition for us. It can be said that I enjoyed it all my life. During the period of attending school in Pingtou, this group of teachers showed great care to the 10 students who came from afar, especially in their study and life. Teacher Li, the head teacher, would give 5 yuan scholarship to the students at the bottom of the plate every year, and gave me a grand prize of 5.5 yuan. Teacher fan lighting, teacher Ru Zuohong and teacher Liu Changqing, although some of them didn’t give us classes, seeing our life so hard, they used their own food stamps and money to call flour for us to eat. Teacher Jia Yongzhang once climbed mountains and Wades, walked more than 30 miles, and went to the students’ home at the bottom of the plate for home visits, encouraging parents of students with family difficulties, overcoming difficulties and sticking to the end. Teacher Song Qingxiang’s wife often picked some melons and vegetables from the teacher’s vegetable garden to us, which made us unforgettable till now. Three years of Pingtou, bitter and sweet. Bitterness comes from that absurd era, while sweetness comes from those enthusiastic teachers. I will continue to back up this memory forever and cherish it forever. Like (prose editor: yuiran) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. 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No sorrow day

What it’s been? It usually refers to the conversion between day and night, which is probably the case in people’s cognitive process. However, human life is closely related to life, and sorrow is also a day; Joy is also a day, this is a sentence I have heard for several years, although this sentence is popular,, the philosophical principles contained are interesting. In Daily Daily firewood, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea, sorrow and happiness coexist all the time. And like most people, I admire the day without sorrow, and I expect it to be the same day. Once upon a time, the sorrow and happiness of all days were associated with my mood. I had experienced the gloomy rainy days and the gloomy rainy days, which made me hesitate and wander. That time, I seem to have a sense of seeing through the world of mortals, feeling that everything is like this. Those invisible and intangible puzzles seem to tie my hands and feet, making me unable to break free. Suddenly one day, I saw an article “mood” written by a PLA soldier in the supplement of “Liberation Army Daily”. After reading it, I immediately felt that, those words and sentences like drops of dew moistened my mind, and made my deep mind appear a piece of green, which brought me out of the haze with great emotion. I am very grateful to that soldier. His article left a deep impression on me. The former army life gave me a sense of empathy with him, and his empathy was reflected in the common feeling, this is the interaction between day and mood. The soldier wrote in his article: What is the mood? If life is a flower, mood is the season when flowers bloom; If life is a tree, mood is the green leaves on the branches; If life is a dense forest, mood is the wings and feathers of the bird. If life is a piano, mood is the moving string, if life is a month, mood is a piece of transparent white, if life is the hand of art, mood is the colorful soul. If life is a prose, mood is the punctuation with rich emotions; If life is a kite, mood is the fine line raised high; If life is a river, mood is a cliff. So firm and quiet, it will build a gorgeous rainbow. If life is water, the state of mind is a reef, raising white flowers again and again, which is the scenery of sour, sweet, bitter and salty adult life. The mood of a soldier is an impassioned song, singing the Great River, North and South… Yes, how admirable the soldier’s feeling of mind was. At that time, I also deeply realized that life was always so dazzling and colorful, whether the mood is clean or not is closely related to the sorrow and happiness of life. If people choose happiness to accompany themselves every day, it should be a very happy thing. Happiness is around them; Happiness is always with you and me, happiness is like the flowers in the heart driving away sorrow, which is a kind of beautiful companionship. In the course of life, people’s mood is always that or there are waves; Or there is plain. When sorrow and optimism collide, the mood is always magnificent. When optimism overpasses sorrow, the mood is always dull. Calm days are so calm, but vitality appears in peace. These vitality enriches the days without sorrow, leaving the sad mood gone forever.. (Lu zhao hang) Like (prose editor: yuiran) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…