There is a criss-crossing field in the east of the ancient town. At the end of the field is Hongqi Ridge, and outside the ridge is a big river, and outside the river is towering green hills. No.3 middle school is located on the lush red flag ridge, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers and faces the countryside. Whenever the sun rises and the morning light pours down from the top of the mountain behind the campus, the campus that stands far away becomes the Mayan pyramid in the primitive wilderness-we walk to school along the long field path facing the light, which is simply a feeling of pilgrimage. I remember that year when I went to Beijing and walked on the long aisle to the Temple of Heaven, I suddenly returned to my youth, and the inexplicable familiarity seemed like a lifetime ago.
No.3 Middle School, which I didn't go to until I went to junior high school, is a place I have loved to play since I went to kindergarten. I am an undergraduate in kindergarten. I went to kindergarten as soon as I graduated from my wet nurse's house. I was in a small class for three years and met many children older than me. Xiao Wei Xiao Tie is one or two years older than me and has become my classmate. Xiao Wei is the daughter of Fu Jianqing and Zhang Baofa in No.3 Middle School, and Xiao Tie is the daughter of Xu Huixiang. I often go to No.3 Middle School with them. When I went to primary school, I often went to play with other students. At that time, there was no doorman, so you could go in and out at will. ?
No.3 Middle School seems to have a special charm, which attracts my little self to make pilgrimages from time to time.
At that time, teachers' homes were on campus, and they could often see their daily life and the way they talked and did things in their lives. Teacher Wang Lin, Fu Jianqing, He Jihong and Zhang Baofa, they often talked together. At that time, although they couldn't understand what they were talking about, they could feel the endless river of their words, which was far broader and deeper than that of the people in the ancient town, and there were many exciting and curious treasures flashing in it. They talk freely and freely, especially teachers Wang Lin and Fu Jianqing, as if raising their hands and doing what they say. And in the gestures, you can feel the certainty and calmness, the pride and character like a pine and a bamboo.
Teacher Zhao Zhun often takes a transistor radio to play Tai Ji Chuan on the outdoor drill in No.3 Middle School, which is open to mountains and rivers on three sides. He plays while listening to the news, which is very charming. I stood and watched from a distance. I always felt that there was a mysterious breath flowing in the arc he crossed. There seemed to be a huge secret between heaven and earth behind that charm, which brought me deeply and fascinated me.
? In the summer afternoon, the mountains are charming in silence, the river is jubilant in the clear, and cicadas are like waterfalls. I walk under the window outside the classroom and can see the silence inside. The students are looking at the mysterious symbols on the blackboard and listening to the teacher attentively. Teacher Xu Denan walked through the corridor, unhurried, and took a clear step.
? By the time I went to No.3 Middle School for junior high school, there were many young teachers who had just graduated from college on campus.
? Male teachers often call out their partners in jerseys, trousers and sneakers, followed by a large number of small fans from ancient towns and mountains, rushing to the basketball court. Teacher Wang Jintu drew an arc with his long arm and swung a handsome long pass; Teacher Zhang Yuxing flexibly flashed the ball from the encirclement; Teacher Zhang Mengen tied his glasses with a rubber band and made a beautiful three-step hurdle with long arms and legs. Often attracted a full house of cheers. After the break, they took washbasin towels and a bunch of underground rivers to take a bath.
There are not many female teachers in No.3 Middle School. Teacher Chen Chanying is our goddess. I always think that she drank the water from the Grand View Garden, and she came out of Tang poetry and Song poetry with Baochai and Daiyu, Xiangyun and Tanchun. She is gentle and graceful and charming, which is the most beautiful scenery on campus.
Sometimes, when you pass by the teachers inadvertently, you can hear them talking about Butterfly Lovers or Beethoven, or what novels have been translated and published in journals or what articles have been written and published in newspapers.
? Teacher Zhang Mengen is my math teacher and head teacher, and I am a literary and art committee member in my class. At that time, there was a 2-minute newspaper reading and singing class before the formal class in the afternoon. I read newspapers every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and sang songs every Thursday. This is our favorite class. In newspaper reading class, Mr. Zhang personally read the documentary novel "Garland under the Mountain" serialized in the newspaper at that time with the background of self-defense counterattack. He reads, we listen, and the classroom is especially quiet. The images of Liang Sanxi and Jin Kailai are stirring young people's heroic feelings in his reading voice. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, he often asks me to teach you to sing with Taiwan Province campus songs. At first, I was not proficient in reading music notation, so he taught me. The first song he asked to teach was "Orchids", "I came from the mountains, brought orchids, and planted them on campus, hoping that flowers would bloom early ..." The simple melody was as fresh as the wind in March, and I could learn it as soon as I learned it. Since then, I have loved teaching songs. However, when I was teaching "Wine Drinks to Sell Nothing", I sang the repeated "Wine Drinks to Sell Nothing" at sixes and sevens. He stood outside the classroom and couldn't stand it any longer, so he went to the podium to teach everyone to sing. He is not very slovenly sometimes. Once I came back from nowhere, and my clothes were long inside and short outside. I slapped one trouser leg with one shoulder in front, and I also slapped one trouser leg with one shoulder behind him, which made my classmates laugh.
? My Chinese teacher is Mr. Xu Huixiang, with gray hair and elegant speech. He can always tell the text vividly and vividly, and the most fascinating ones are From Herb Garden to three pools mirroring the moon and Kong Yiji. He gives us performances of Mr. Xue's head bending over to study and Kong Yiji handing out fennel beans to the children. When he asks questions, he often smiles and waits for your answer kindly. I can often read the answers written on his face, and he is as satisfied as drinking old wine.
Mr. He Jihong looks a bit like a seven-product sesame official, with delicate gray hair, round face, eight-character eyebrows and fine eyes, and walks with measured steps in a Chinese-style double-breasted shirt. In class, he often dances with a delicate pointer dyed dark red by chalk dust, which is like the ear of a sesame official hat. He looks funny, and people are funny, which reminds people of the copper pea in Guan Hanqing's "Don't Fu Lao", which is not steamed, cooked, beaten, fried and crackled. He is often surrounded by a group of classmates, laughing and laughing. Our xu teacher has a bad stomach or is on a business trip. He will come to give us a class. When he appears at the door of the classroom, everyone will shout "Good teacher" eight degrees higher than usual.
? In class, Teacher Zhang Yuxing likes to hold the podium with both hands, lift his chin, and look at the ceiling, not at the ceiling, but at the distant void, and then talk endlessly. As if those chemical symbols and equations were written in the void, he was just reading the wisdom of heaven. The time when he taught me chemistry was the time when I was most interested in chemistry and got the best grades.
? Teacher Wang Jintu's bedroom window faces our classroom. As soon as the English exam is finished, he sits at the window and corrects the test paper. We often watch him cross-check the scores in front of his window with fear, and our mood is like a river of blood in that cross. When we pass the scores, we pray and sometimes depend on him for a few minutes. Do well in the exam and listen to his praise; If he did badly in the exam, he immediately called me with a slap or a "Sheredin", but every time he hit us in the air we escaped.
Mr. Zhang Baofa is tall, thin and strong-willed. He often draws a runway on the playground with a tall lime bucket. Everyone said that he and Mr. Fu had a sealed book, and Mr. Fu had his original copy, so it didn't take much effort to talk. His Hangzhou-style Changshan accent is particularly interesting. I like his physical education class very much. First, I lined up in line to listen to him and swear. I wanted to laugh but dared not. Second, I like his precise guidance. He took our track and field team out to participate in the competition, and always brought back banners and a lot of certificates and prizes. It is said that teacher Zhang participated in the national sports meeting.
Teacher Xie Haitu's mantra is "ah", and an "ah" will appear before and after the words. Once in a biology review class, we decided to count how many "ahs" he could say in a class. By the time he was in his thirties, he could almost predict the time when his next "ah" appeared. He didn't have an "ah" yet, so we made an "ah" first, and as a result, he really appeared, which made us very happy. I couldn't help laughing at the third preview. He looked at us and we stopped, afraid to count.
Teacher Luo Jin Shan is a veteran, with heavy eyebrows and eyes. He often wears a military uniform with his badge removed and a pair of leather shoes with spikes. He walks with a click-click-click, especially during exams. He teaches us geography. He speaks standard Mandarin and has a nice voice. He is also our music teacher. Once "Walking Barefoot on the Ridge" just became popular, Huahua took me to learn from him, and he played the organ and we sang it over and over again.
What I remember most about the history teacher Liu Baoliang is that he recited the Book of Songs to us? Shuoshu, which he recited to us in ancient sounds, contains a large number of "ru" sounds, which are ancient and ancient, and the ancient situation tastes like an old waterwheel describing a distant civilization.
? When I went to high school, I occasionally went back to No.3 Middle School. Once I happened to meet teachers exploring Niujiaodong, so I made an appointment with Yiqun to follow. The expedition team is huge, with more than a dozen people. A small river flows slowly into the cave, and we walk along the river. The teachers went into the hole with torches and five flashlights. The terrain in the cave is very complex, with the cave body being wide, narrow, high and low, sometimes ravines and peaks, and the talc in the fork is everywhere. Occasionally, I will meet a bat that lives quietly in the dark. When I am disturbed, I suddenly "poof, throw, throw" and fly, scaring us to pat our chest and soothe our little heart. Gradually, there will naturally be pioneers, guards and left and right guards in the team, and that tacit understanding and mutual care will flow quietly like a river in the dark cave. When Mr. Fu Qiang entered the cave, he said, "As long as we walk along the river, we won't get lost! "
I remember going to school at that time. There were four classes in the morning, two classes in the afternoon and two classes in the evening. Each class was 45 minutes in line with the cycle of consciousness. Saturday and Sunday are Saturday and Sunday, and winter and summer vacations are winter and summer vacations. You can play when you don't want to learn, and go to class when you don't want to play. In that year's senior high school entrance examination, more than 2 students from 6 to 7 classes in our two classes were admitted to the regular middle school. In that year, there were six classes in one senior high school, and students from our third middle school accounted for half of the classes. The schools taking the exam are twenty-four township middle schools plus four finished middle schools.
? At that time, there was a busy farm holiday every semester. During the busy farm season, everyone went home to help their parents cut rice and pick tea seeds. We don't have rice and tea seeds at home, so the teacher said to go home and help my parents.
One afternoon every week is a labor class. One labor class was planting trees, and we planted two rows of holly trees between the teacher's dormitory and the student's dormitory. The most unforgettable time was to go to the coal cave in Qianxi to pick coal for the school cafeteria. That time, I was very tired, not tired, but my shoulder hurt, which made me want to cry. The most embarrassing thing is that the male students are heavier than me. All the female students are heavier than me, even Huahua is 4 kg (I am 3 kg). What's even more embarrassing is that when I reached the door of the sugar mill, my shoulder was already in terrible pain. I pulled my clothes open and saw that my shoulder was worn out, but I still had half the way to pick. I was painful, ashamed and tired, and I didn't know what to do in tears. I just stood there dawdling and dawdling, and finally the class teacher (Grade One, Grade Two) Wu Haishui came. He moved the coal I picked to the dustpan of the senior boys and picked it away. I just picked an empty dustpan and wandered shyly to school. Along the way, I really envy male students and Xu Lifang, who can carry the burden so stretched and the shoulder pole so elastic. And I, picking it all the way, feel that the whole person is stiff.
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It's strange to think of it. At that time, boys and girls didn't talk, and boys were almost a silent group to me. In addition to Tong Biao Cheng Yipeng, two partners who grew up together in the hospital, Zheng Xiaojian, who trained and participated in the table tennis match together, and other students, who were in the same class for three years, hardly said a word. Someone forced me to talk about my first love that day, saying that I must have been in love in junior high school. I really didn't, just remembering a few different eyes: sometimes when the classroom door came in, he didn't look at the road and looked at me; Sometimes after answering the teacher's question, he doesn't look at the teacher but looks at me; Let's meet on the road and have a look.
The dormitory for male students is a topic that Mr. Wu Haishui often talks about in the class activities class, such as: who is talking after the lights are turned off in the dormitory, whose bed quilt is not folded, the wooden box or shoes at the bottom of the bed are not neatly placed, the dormitory smells heavy, who fights with whom in the dormitory, or arranges school care, etc.
? The girls' dormitory is the place where I often go to play. Xu Caiying, Duan Yinhua, Xu Lifang, Zhou Haiyan, Zhang Meixian, Wang Jingjing, Zheng Lijing and Wang Xiujuan occupy the group and go to the dormitory to play with them. Jiang Jing seems to stay in bed often. She has to stay in bed for a few days almost every month. The head teacher often comes to see her, asking questions and asking questions, and I envy her. I wonder when I will live on campus and get sick and let the teacher come to see me. Later, Huahua also lived on campus. I don't know if she lived on campus because she shared my thoughts. Sometimes she hides under the covers and reads books, saying that she wants to wear glasses, but her father won't allow her, so she will be nearsighted. Xu Lifang seems to be very hard-working, always watching her packing. Zhan Qun wore a beautiful flowered skirt, tied two curly croissants, chewed sugar cane and held a handful of bagasse in his hand.
After the evening self-study, we walked together. After class, I went to Class One. I often saw Huahua drawing. Her stick figures were really amazing. The lines on the beauty's face were like tender willows flowing in the spring breeze. The beauty's eyes were flashing and lovely. We took her home with us. Shan Zhaofeng is collecting books to urge his homework. Some boys are dawdling on purpose. Jiang Quanzhou is holding high whose homework is being robbed. There are still a few students who are copying their homework, and who is rushing. Duan Jin Mu is fighting hard with Zhou Guifa. His full set of Romance of the Three Kingdoms comic books is due to expire tonight. Xue Qin smiled and talked with her classmates while packing. Everyone packed up and walked into the night.
Shan Ye around the campus is mysterious and full of vitality under the starry sky. Listening to the chirping insects, I often think of the fragments of the Herb Garden written by Mr. Lu Xun that I memorized. "... oil flies are singing here and crickets are playing the piano here. "But Shan Ye here is a real nature that is far more interesting and wonderful than Lu Xun's Herb Garden. I often feel that it is really difficult to describe and express the infinite mysterious background with limited words in my heart. Therefore, I often leave the language and open my senses and just feel quietly. I walk on the carpet paved by the singing of the night elves under the starry sky in the fresh and fragrant evening breeze and let myself be intoxicated in infinity ...
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No.3 Middle School-No.3 Middle School in Changshan County, Zhejiang Province.
fangcun town, an ancient town