"Seventeen, eighteen good years", this is actually the name of a song, but also the first sentence of that song.

I'm serious about this song. I only remember the name and the first sentence at the beginning. This song was written by my head teacher, Mr Fang. He composed and wrote his own words. He once taught everyone to sing in a class activity class. Because it is not fluent enough, learn and forget. In the end, I only carved these seven words in my mind and added a pause.

I think if I learn this song again now, I will learn it well, because people always know how to cherish it when they lose it.

The good old days of seventeen or eighteen are gone forever. When I recall the past, naturally, I think of Teacher Fang again and again.

Teacher Fang actually began to teach me when I was a freshman, teaching history. He gave a funny lecture, jumping, laughing and sighing. I won't be distracted by his class. In the first exam, I got a perfect score of 100, ranking first in the whole grade.

When the second year of high school was divided into classes, Mr. Fang actually became the head teacher of our liberal arts class. When he first entered the classroom as the head teacher, the students' joy-laughter, shouts and applause-almost overturned the roof.

Teacher Fang can always adjust the atmosphere in the class to be very active. The seventeenth and eighteenth year was the hottest time in everyone's life, and a good teacher "fanned the flames". At that time, we lived happily!

We learn a song every day; Our weekly blackboard newspaper is the best in the school; There are the most beautiful girl Wang Peng and the most humorous boy Chen Fang in our class. We also held a vigorous speech contest, and almost everyone jumped on the platform to talk about their ideals. Even puppy love is the most serious phenomenon in our class.

I remember that the money I earned for the first time in my life was taken from Teacher Fang. At that time, there was a vegetable field at the back door of our class, which was in charge of our class. Teacher Fang will divide the land into small pieces and contract it to each student. Plant whatever you want, but you must get something.

Some students grow peppers, some students grow cabbages, and I grow cabbages, 16 Jin, which are sold to the school cafeteria at a price of 5 cents per Jin. When Mr Fang handed me eighty cents, he patted me on the head and said, "Nani, are you happy to learn to make money?"

Hearing this, I smiled. On the one hand, I glanced proudly at a thin boy whom I admired. Because he read more literary books than I do, I feel quite inferior in front of him. But at that moment, with eighty cents in my hand, I suddenly felt a little silly and confident.

Oh, at that time, I was really a stupid Tina!

The silly girl crossed the river to go back to school one Sunday, because it was the flood season and there were many people on board. After a while, the ship shook. Just when I panicked, someone crowded around me and held my shoulder. I looked up, but it was Mr. Fang. He is on the other side of the boat. ...

Teacher Fang hung a calm smile on his dark face and repeatedly said to me, "Nothing, the boat is fine." Besides, there is me, I can swim! "Say that finish, he also rubbed his half-bald head with his hand, and then gestured with one hand, which made me laugh" giggle, giggle "and put down the hearts of a boatload of people.

The ship finally reached the other side safely.

My high school career soon reached the other side safely.

There are all kinds of flavors of life on the other side, but in retrospect, it is still the best time of seventeen or eighteen; I'm still counting the people I met at that time, which I miss the most.

The writer of this article is a well-known children's literature writer and a special contributor to 8 pm.

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