A century is just a drop in the ocean in the long river of history, and living to be 100 years old is almost a luxury for everyone. Just like this, from the state to social organizations, there is a common practice of "celebrating five years, celebrating ten years and anniversaries". In the last year of the last century, when all mankind was celebrating the coming millennium, I resigned as the principal of a junior high school in rural areas and applied to come to the county middle school. But it didn't last long. The new millennium and the new century have also brought us new opportunities and challenges. In order to adapt to the new educational situation, the county middle school was divided into two in Millennium, and a junior high school was set up separately. We turned on a new stove. Twenty-nine former junior high school teachers and four Jiangsu volunteers who participated in the "Jiangsu-Shaanxi Poverty Alleviation Program" started our educational journey in the county government with the "four first-class" responsibility certificate proposed by the superiors.
The fallen flowers are silent, and the days turn into seamless scenery in the spring flowers, autumn moon and winter snow; People are as thin as chrysanthemums, and we have sent away students after students in the process of preaching and teaching. The school has a certain reputation, with beautiful campus, large scale, high quality and many tourists.
On the afternoon of February 27th, 2009, physical education class, Class 5, Grade 9, had his first class. The teacher's teaching method is the same as usual. Let the students run around the playground twice to warm up, and then do other sports. I don't know if this kind of rambling has a long history, or if the children in the city are posturing, and the noise has drowned out the scattered footsteps. At this time, a superior leader conducted an education evaluation. In desperation, the commanding leader asked for a neat pace and a loud slogan, and walked around the field for two weeks. Can run less than a lap, a girl suddenly fell to the ground, blue. He was taken to the hospital immediately, but the rescue was ineffective and he said goodbye to us forever. One vivid life disappears in our gestures, just like a butterfly that has just broken its cocoon, and immediately disappears from our sight.
Her name is Sun Qi, a quiet and intelligent girl. We can always read some unconsciousness or stubborn subconscious from her eyes. She has a congenital heart disease and can't take part in strenuous exercise. Her parents have taken her to many hospitals in Beijing and the provincial capital for treatment. I don't know whether it is economic or other reasons, but the operation has never been done. Strong, she never told her teachers and classmates about it, and even participated in running events many times in the annual sports meeting.
She went, and I saw several classmates shouting at the sky, sighing that there was nothing they could do. The cotton wadding clouds on the horizon did not move, but tears hung in my eyes.
She left, and people came to argue with the school. The child came to school alive and kicking in the morning, but now it's gone if he doesn't say it. Our school is in an embarrassing situation. We were divided into several groups and waited outside the hospital morgue. In the early spring night, the cold wind is still biting. From time to time, there are tears from her relatives, which makes our hearts cold to the extreme, our nose is sour, and tears roll down our eyes again.
She went, and the parents had a battle of wits with the school. People can't come back from the dead, and parents just want more compensation. After two days and two nights of negotiations, the school finally paid 96,000 yuan in compensation.
Her departure has brought us a lot of reflection. Schools with special physique should find the right foundation to avoid such a tragedy from repeating itself. If she told the teacher that she was ill and didn't take part in warm-up training before class that day, her short life might last forever to the next unknown.
She went, the window seat in the first row of the class was empty, and there were still unfinished materials and unfinished papers on the desk. I lack a pair of clear eyes in class. Every time I finish a knowledge point, I will subconsciously turn my attention to this empty seat. Is it an eye looking for knowledge or longing for the miracle of life?
That early spring afternoon, Wan Li was sunny and clear in Wan Li. This girl named Sun Qi ended her flowery life with Zen, leaving infinite pain for those who knew her.
On September 23rd, 20 10, the autumn equinox, we all enjoyed the leisure between busy days during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday. I was watching the news broadcast, and I got a phone call saying that my colleague Lao Han fell into Daming Lake by bus in the afternoon and hasn't been salvaged yet. I was knocked unconscious, and I was in pain. Lao Han is learning to drive, as if he had just passed subject one. Is there a problem with learning to drive? I immediately contacted the other members of the school team by phone, and they didn't know. Let's take a taxi to the scene of the accident to find out. According to witnesses, a black Santana accidentally jumped into the lake when it turned around on the road near Daming Lake at 2 pm, and several cement piers on the roadside were knocked over. During the day, a dead man has been salvaged and his identity has been confirmed, while the whereabouts of Lao Han in the same car are still unknown. At this time, many colleagues heard the news and with the help of lights, fishermen began to try to salvage in the accident waters. Soon, they picked up a body. From the clothes, we determined that the deceased was our colleague Lao Han. The stiff posture can imagine his painful struggle in the waterwheel.
The funeral was held in the funeral home, and everyone sent this excellent colleague the last journey with great sadness. After a simple division of labor, we do our job, manage accounts, smoke and buy wine, and all the work is in an orderly way. Some students held wreaths, others brought bunches of flowers, and they also mourned the loss of a mentor and friend.
Lao Han left, leaving his daughter who is in the third year of high school. Many colleagues also wrote nostalgic words, and many students published sincere words in the school bar. One hundred days after his death, the headmaster invited several colleagues to his grave. There are some flowers, and the dew among the leaves is Lao Han's grateful tears. Humorous, kind and versatile Lao Han is gone. His departure is a gray humor played by God, his wife and children and all of us.
Lao Han has left, and many colleagues often see him in their dreams. Sometimes I will call this pretty girl and that handsome guy, and some people even see him singing Jay Chou's Chrysanthemum Terrace affectionately at the art festival.
Lao Han, named Han Xuequan. Life is limited, how can you learn it all? If he doesn't learn to drive that car, he can grow old with his wife, watch his daughter become the first, his family and Mei Mei, and enjoy family happiness.
The day of Lao Han's accident was the autumnal equinox among the 24 solar terms. As the old saying goes, "The autumnal equinox is half cloudy and half sunny, so it is cold day and night, and it is flat in summer." There is a line between life and death, and the world of yin and yang, but he leans to the other side, separated from us by yin and yang.
The results of this year's senior high school entrance examination have been announced, and the results of our school are as impressive as usual. There are 8 in the top ten in our county and 348 in key high schools, a record high. With the passage of time and the continuous expansion of the school scale, such records will continue to be refreshed. Trance School has been established for more than ten years. On the occasion of the fifteenth or fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the school, does anyone still remember the afternoon of early spring and the evening of Mid-Autumn Festival? Can anyone else mention the sighs of those students and the tears that slipped through our eyes? Does anyone occasionally think of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday and the handsome and versatile teacher Han who will always hurt us?
Life is only once for each of us, how fragile it is. She accepts all kinds of unexpected challenges all the time. We are all destined to be the past of the life of the latecomers. Before that, learn to be kind to everything, treat life with Zen, and treat every bit of life.
20 1 1 From the night of August 6th (Chinese Valentine's Day) to 2 am on August 7th, we hurried to Xunyang.