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The Distant Grade 38

Kong Qingdong

In 1980 AD, I graduated from junior high school and was admitted to Harbin No. 3 Middle School. The status of Harbin No. 3 Middle School in Heilongjiang Province is even higher than that of Peking University in China. Because Peking University has other universities competing with it, and Harbin No. 3 Middle School in Heilongjiang is "slaying the dragon with a precious sword, but I am the only one who dominates". Other key middle schools all surrender and cannot compare. A student from Harbin No. 3 Middle School is more respected than a student from "Black University" or "Harbin Institute of Technology". Therefore, after attending Harbin No. 3 Middle School, I suddenly felt a sense of responsibility, as if the expectations and trust of the 30 million fellow villagers in the province had been placed on our shoulders.

I have been a "well-rounded" good student since I was a child, with excellent results in all subjects. But after entering high school, I was faced with the choice of going to a liberal arts university or a science university. This option does not exist for me personally. I have a very stubborn prejudice that science universities are not real universities. Although I have always been keen on learning mathematics, physics and chemistry and other natural science knowledge, I believe that their value lies only in their instrumentality for human use. When I was criticizing Lin Biao and Confucius, I knew a saying from Mencius: "Those who work hard govern others, and those who work hard govern others." This sentence was very poisonous to me. I still believe that intellectuals in science and engineering are "laborers", and that intellectuals in liberal arts are the real "spiritual aristocrats" - even though their actual situation is so pitiful! So I don’t know since when, I have had a goal for the college entrance examination - the Chinese Department of Peking University. I think it is the best university and the best department in the world. However, in the early 1980s, the general concept of the whole society was to emphasize science over literature. It seemed that "loving science, academic qualifications and culture" meant being like Chen Jingrun and Li Siguang. There was a saying in society that "learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and you will not be afraid of traveling all over the world." Some newspapers also promoted the realization of the four modernizations in 1985 and the initial establishment of communism in 2000. When some teachers heard that I was determined to take the liberal arts and Chinese major, they sighed and said, "Oh! This kid is a waste." When I recall these sincere words today, I can't help but wonder whether the original choice was correct. The country wasted a piece of Chen Jingrun’s life. In the general climate of emphasizing science over liberal arts, Harbin No. 3 Middle School has been slow to open liberal arts classes, so some of my classmates who wanted to take liberal arts exams and I started a hard struggle with the school. "High School 3·8" is not an ordinary class number, it is the fruit of victory that we exchanged for the passion of youth. Below I will briefly talk about a few stories related to the "Third and Eighth Years of High School", dedicated to old, middle-aged and young friends who have had similar experiences and still maintain their youthful passion today.

1. Writing on the bus

As soon as the first semester of high school passed, whether liberal arts classes could be opened became a focus of debate. Other key middle schools, generally speaking, are no match for Harbin No. 3 Middle School, so they started liberal arts classes early on, concentrating on their superior teachers and students, and striving to be among the best in liberal arts. Harbin No. 3 Middle School strictly implements the instructions from its superiors on not allowing liberal arts classes. In name, it is against partial subjects. In fact, firstly, it has a tradition of emphasizing science and neglecting literature. Secondly, as a model unit, it does not dare to make any mistakes. Thirdly, it is against liberal arts. If you are not sure, it is already too late to do it anyway. It is better not to do it. If you do not do well in liberal arts in the college entrance examination in the future, you will have an excuse. If you do well, you will become a model for adhering to the correct line. As a result, students who wanted to take the liberal arts examination put forward the slogan of "save the country from subjugation". Based on the superficial history we had learned, we young men aged sixteen or seventeen seriously compared the school leaders to the mediocre Qing government, believing that only by fighting for it ourselves could we reverse the situation and prompt the authorities to "reform." We split up and went to each class to connect with each other, and everyone in each class was of the same mind. Even those students who want to take the science test consider the overall situation of the school and support us. So, we launched a "liberal arts class movement." First, it was widely publicized and discussed everywhere, creating a public opinion that "the people are in dire straits." The politics teacher once said something from Lenin: "Without revolutionary theory, there will be no revolutionary action." Second, verbal appeals and negotiations to the head teacher and classroom teachers to win the support of teachers are the greatest guarantee of victory. Two points should be noted here, namely the absolute reliance on liberal arts teachers and the absolute respect for science teachers. Third, formally submit submissions in individual, class and collective forms. We named this initiative "Bus Letter".

I submitted two opinions in my own name and in the name of the whole group. The words were very fierce, and I also showed off a lot of literary talents and allusions - my composition won the first prize in the city.

Zheng Bin and Zhang Xin also wrote one each. When the whole opinion sheet was being signed, the question arose as to who should sign the first one. I remember myself saying very arrogantly: "Reforms in all countries always start with bloodshed. If something goes wrong, I will take the lead!" So I was the first one! Signed. Zheng Bin is an old conspirator and said that this is not good. Let's find a few big bowls, draw a few circles, and sign around the circles, so we can't tell the order. In fact, all our "conspiracies and tricks" are unnecessary. Our leaders already knew who Song Jiang and Li Kui were. Soon the principal invited six of our classmates to talk - I can't remember which six specifically. Anyway, we were both excited and nervous, calling ourselves the "Six Gentlemen of Wuxu". On the surface, he looks majestic, but in fact his heart beats as fast as in physical education class.

Principal Zhou has a kind face and kind eyes, and a head full of silver hair. Although he is in his sixties, he is still elegant and spotless. It can be seen that he must have been a handsome boy in his youth. There are two things he does that are particularly praised by his classmates. First, they have to carry a hammer and a few nails hidden in their waist to patrol each class every day. Once they find moving tables and chairs, they take out their hidden weapons and show off their skills. He never asked who broke the tables and chairs, he finished the work with great interest and left with satisfaction. Therefore, there are no students in No. 3 Middle School who do not take good care of their desks and chairs, and the whole school is clean and tidy inside and outside. Later, when I went to Peking University and saw so many broken tables and broken chairs that no one was taking care of, I wrote a letter to the president of Peking University and suggested that he also buy a hammer, but I have not received a reply so far. The second popular thing about Principal Zhou is that he often organizes dances for teachers on weekends and holidays. Dancing was still very fashionable then. The hooligans had to solemnly put on their new bell-bottoms when they danced, feeling that they were very elegant. Dancing by serious people is a sign of ideological liberation. There are several principals in the No. 3 Middle School, and the students are not very clear about their division of labor. We only feel that Zhou Lai meets them, and they are probably handled as "contradictions among the people." We can't tell whether we are relieved or disappointed.

Principal Zhou said with a serious smile, we have read your request. First of all, your position is wrong. You call school leaders “school authorities.” Which side are you on? Aren’t you the masters of the school, the “school authorities”? You even call school leaders "authorities". What do you mean by "authorities"? Is it the Kuomintang authorities or the Japanese imperialist authorities? This building in our school used to be the police station of the Japanese invaders. Martyr Zhao Yiman fought here, Comrade Kim Il-sung fought here, and General Li Zhaolin

I hasten to say, General Li Zhaolin is The person who died near Harbin No. 1 Middle School was killed by a female Kuomintang agent using a honey trap. The murderer is still in Taiwan. Principal Zhou said, yes, you must not forget your roots! You call us "the authorities", how sad it makes us! I joined the revolution at the age of fourteen and have served the people all my life. I have never been beaten during the Cultural Revolution. But today, I have become the "authority". You might as well call me the executioner. What a relief!

We six gentlemen suddenly felt that we were six villains. We hurriedly apologized to the principal, saying that we were wrong and we would definitely change it in the future. Principal Zhou said, everything must be based on the overall situation. If your superiors find out if you make such a fuss, they will think that our school has poor leadership and is not stable and united enough. Are you willing to change the principal? We all said we didn't want to. Principal Zhou said, well, the superiors are not allowed to hold liberal arts classes, and our No. 3 Middle School cannot take the lead. If we open a liberal arts class for you, and when it comes to the college entrance examination, if you want to take the science class again, wouldn't that be harmful to you? The school has now decided that liberal arts classes cannot be held, but considering your requirements, we can use some time after school to offer some liberal arts elective courses. If you are sincere, sign up for the electives. In fact, I don’t think there are many sincere ones. It’s all a joke...

The trump card has been revealed. We understand that the key now is to seize the elective courses first. After publicity and agitation, more than a hundred people signed up for the elective courses, and some of the students did not We did not want to take the liberal arts exam, but just wanted to learn more knowledge. At that time, we were not like today's students who only care about scores. We sincerely and sincerely seized all learning opportunities for the sake of China's stubbornness. Whoever has the most knowledge will win the most. They are respected, so the whole school has a spirit of "being ashamed of something and not knowing anything about it". However, the elective course classrooms were arranged in the basement, where it was sweltering in the summer and freezing in the winter. Coupled with the division and collapse of the "government" and the intimidation and inducement of parents, the number of students gradually decreased and the number of classrooms was reduced from two to one. We use Lu Xun’s words to comfort ourselves: the later the team reaches, the purer it becomes. We persisted tenaciously and encouraged each other. We firmly believed that the "authorities" also had a soft heart. The number of elective classes dropped to about sixty and never dropped again.

Another winter of more than 40 degrees below zero has passed. When the frozen Songhua River began to thaw and several Hong Kong people jumping on the ice fell, our "non-violent resistance movement" won. Several principals were very moved and said that these students are really hard-working and have strong character. They will definitely get good results in liberal arts. Therefore, the original Class 8 was dismantled and a new Class 8 was established - the liberal arts class. But our science studies are required to be the same as other subjects, except that two more courses of history and geography are added. In this way, even if the superiors know about it, they can't say that we are "partial to the subject", and they may even praise No. 3 Middle School.

The "liberal arts class movement" finally won, but several great heroes did not enjoy the fruits of victory. For example, Li Xuejun, the squad leader of Class 7, and Bai Quan, the school committee member, are both "best friends" who are determined to fight. They didn't want to take the liberal arts exam, they just stood up for "justice." After the liberal arts class was established, I still often went home with them after school. Class 8 has since become a class with special significance, and "writing on the bus" has left a valuable page in the history of our lives.

Two and Thirteen Stick Monks

The liberal arts class has existed for less than two years, but in the memories of the students, it seems to be a complete stage. That's because our class not only has a large number of elites from the whole grade, but also has countless interesting stories and anecdotes.

First of all, there is a serious surplus of cadres. Enough people who have served as monitors and league secretaries form a political bureau, with class committee members and class representatives serving as leaders. The head teacher balanced on the left and explained on the right, and finally appointed a cabinet hastily. Our class teacher teaches Chinese. He is in his forties. He looks a lot like the movie star Yan Shikui at that time. He has a black face full of murderous intent. He always wears a black tunic suit and a pair of black leather shoes. He holds a black lesson plan. We call him Lao Kui calls his class "The Black Hand Hangs the Overlord's Whip". I told Lao Kui that I was the president of the student union in junior high school and led this class, no problem. Lao Kui waved his hand and said, "Don't be anything else. Just be the Chinese class representative. If anything happens, I will come to you directly." Only later did I understand Lao Kui's intentions, and from this I learned many ways of governing. Ten years later, I also served as a class teacher in a middle school in Beijing for one year, and the most reliable students were appointed as Chinese class representatives. In fact, Lao Kui rarely visits me, but my classmates, especially girls, spread rumors that Lao Kui treats me like his own son. I said that Lao Kui never praised me and even criticized me, but it was useless. Looking back now, I realize that Lao Kui always relied on me for important matters, but he just didn't show his feelings.

Although the liberal arts class has a neat cabinet and abundant talents, the actual power structure of the class, or the core of power, is the "Thirteen Stick Monks". At that time, the movie "Shaolin Temple" was all the rage. There were more than fifty people in our class, but there were only twelve boys. So together with Lao Kui, we were known as the "Thirteen Stick Monks". Even though there are only twelve boys, six of them rank in the top ten. Even those with lower grades still have their own special abilities. For example, squad leader Tian Feng is handsome and suave, extremely smart, has strong organizational leadership skills, is humble and benevolent, mature and experienced in handling affairs, is an expert in arts and sports, and has excellent eloquence. After watching a movie, he can talk about it from beginning to end. There are ups and downs, and everyone admires him. But for some reason, his grades never improved. Maybe he had too many talents and lacked a sense of crisis for his fate, so he didn't pay much attention to the distinction between scores.

We were twelve boys, half sitting under the window and half sitting behind. He laughs and makes noise every day, which makes girls hate him very much. Boys have the final say on all matters big and small in the class. In fact, there are a lot of talents among the thirty-nine girls, but when there are too many girls, it is like too many chickens but no eggs. No one obeys anyone, and no one wants to get ahead. I am just happy to let these stupid boys lead me, and I can study in peace - I This is probably the source of the downfall of matriarchal society. But learning this thing is very tricky. You can’t learn well if you don’t concentrate, and you can’t learn well if you concentrate too much. All the girls are born with their minds focused on nothing. They never leave their books when they go in and out. They mutter something in their mouths and have a look of sincerity on their faces. However, most of them get half the result with half the effort. For example, Liu Tianyue, secretary of the Communist Youth League, never paid attention to the work of the League. When he came to the classroom early in the morning, he stayed in his seat and stayed motionless. He did not go out after class. During lunch, her classmate Zhao Jing put the lunch box in front of her and was full of enthusiasm. She actually ate not a single grain of the lunch box that was full, which showed that her protein consumption was quite high. At that time, boys and girls treated each other as if they were guests and rarely spoke directly that had nothing to do with study. My deskmate Xiao Lin and I were separated by an aisle from them, and we often made insinuations and sarcastic comments. I said to Xiao Lin: "Look, I ate another food." Xiao Lin said: "I haven't left the nest all morning.

"Liu Tianyue listened, just lowered his head and snickered, and continued to endorse. But she worked so hard, she could only be ranked among the top five girls, and she did not have the prestige to lead the boys. These damn boys talked in class and made noise in self-study. After class, I just ran out to flip the horizontal bar and throw the shot put, but I was good at studying, smart at work, and the teachers liked me.

Because there are too few boys in our class, Therefore, the school was asked not to restrict boys from applying for more events. This was great. Tian Feng and Lao Ni took over most of the events. They did the long jump here and the high jump there. They just broke the 100-meter record and were going to go again. Javelin. In the 4×100 relay race, Ni actually managed to score two points. The American Lewis was nothing compared to them. He was mainly responsible for personnel, publicity and logistics. As a result, the liberal arts class won a great victory in all aspects. Other classes protested the injustice, but the "authorities" ignored it. A girl came and reported that Lao Kui was hiding behind the podium. He is grinning happily.

Among the thirteen stick monks, Lao Kui naturally belongs to the "evil monks". In the words of "He Zhou Ji", they "don't follow the situation and follow the image." "With modality". Here are a few examples. Xiao Lin and I are a pair of rotten scholars. Because we are good at previewing, we don't take class very seriously. When the exercises are handed out, our pens are like flying and we are often the first to finish them. The remaining During our free time, we would tell jokes, guess riddles, and compare pairs. For example, I would say "The white-faced scholar eats white noodles," and Xiao Lin would say "The painted-faced warrior pretends to be a painted face." He would say "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night," and I would say " "Autumn water is bright and sunny day"; I responded with "Since ancient times, villains have gained the upper hand first", Xiao Lin responded with "Always generous and late in the season"; he responded with "Stealing cantaloupes in Qingdong playground - shameful", I responded with "Xiao Lin stole leftovers from the classroom" Rice - should be killed." Other stick monks also sometimes participated. Zhang Xin had a bad stomach after eating ice cream one day, and occasionally came up with a good couplet: "Eating ice cream and pulling popsicles are stubborn and stubborn, drinking noodles to relieve tension and messing around." Zheng Bin In the geography class, I came up with "The volcanoes are shining, the mountains are full of fire", which is said to be absolute. In the chemistry class, I came up with the "king of water, the king of water", which finally gave my chemistry teacher a sigh of relief.

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Zheng Bin and Wang Laoshan sit behind us and are often bullied by Xiao Lin and me. Zheng Bin is not only good at studies, but also very accomplished in calligraphy and painting. He is very good at it every month. He bought large literary journals and read them, especially in-depth research on Soviet Russian literature, and later became a talented person in the Russian Department of Peking University. His modesty and gentleness on the surface concealed a substantial self-esteem. Xiao Lin and I often used it as a way to dampen his self-esteem. Fun. We went through the dictionary to give everyone nicknames, and asked everyone to choose the page number and serial number. Zheng Bin chose the word "Zheng Hu" several times, and "Hu" means "thigh." In addition, there are also "Zheng insidious", "Zheng saving money", "Zheng Mazi", etc. One day when we went back to Songhua River to play, Zheng Bin was walking far ahead, and Wang Lao was good at using various nicknames He didn't look back even if he called him. In desperation, Wang Laoshan accidentally called out "Zheng Duzi", and Zheng Bin turned back. From then on, he got another nickname. For a while we often called him "Zheng Mazi", but of course he was not numb at all, just like Zhang Tie called "Zhang Guaizi" but actually ran very fast. But there was a girl in our class named Zheng Qi who later stayed at Peking University to work in the Party Committee. She suspected that our "Zheng Mazi" was called her, and the question came through other girls. We were immediately very nervous, because Zheng Qi was not only not numb, but also the girl who studied best, was gentle, elegant, and well respected. We all have troubled consciences over the "accidental injury" of innocent people. So we encouraged Zheng Bin and said that you must explain to Zheng Qi: "Zheng Mazi is me, not you. I am also Zheng Yinxian, Zheng Chuqian, Zheng Duzi, Zheng Gong, those are all me and have nothing to do with you." No." Zheng Bin was extremely angry after hearing this and refused to explain. As a result, we were afraid of calling him by his nickname any more.

Wang Laoshan loves to think and speak, but he often cannot express himself clearly. He has two nicknames, "babbler" and "incoherent". One of his most widely circulated sayings is: "Come here, let me draw you a self-portrait." When he and Zheng Bin were teased by Xiao Lin and I, they would hit us hard on the back. Later, when it became unbearable, they changed seats with Lao Ni Laole in the back, and it was Lao Ni Laole who hit us on the back.

Lao Ni is tall and tall, good at martial arts and all-around sports. In terms of thought, he is a great philosopher, and he is different from others in everything. He often thinks about social issues in life and is a bit Lu Xun-style cynical, so he often delays doing exercises due to depression.

His attitude towards life is standard black humor. For example, when writing a composition, when he reaches a satisfactory point, he would add a bracket and write "Applause" inside. Write all the way to the lower right corner of the paper, with a note in brackets: "You can still write if you have paper." When writing a poem for a blackboard newspaper, he only wrote the first two sentences, and the last two sentences were "Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping." He often wondered whether the sum of the interior angles of a triangle was 180 degrees and why the hyperbola could not be connected with the number line. Coincidentally, he also forged some geometric problems that were impossible to solve for Xiao Qi and me to prove. He painted portraits for others, but they said they didn't look like them. He said, "I don't believe there are no people like this in the world!" This statement is really full of mystery. Since I know a lot of words, he found some difficult and rare words in the dictionary to test me.

It turned out that I knew them all, so he made up some words for me to recognize. I was unwilling to admit defeat, so I just kept thinking nonsense. Lao Ni was very surprised: It turns out that these words really exist in the world! Deep-thinking people are often deceived by the simplest illusions.

Lao Le is a tall and thin man from the south with a bit of a stutter. He is usually very smart, but he makes mistakes when he gets impatient. Xiao Lin might not be able to beat him if he played chess with him. But Xiao Lin insisted on giving him a son, and Lao Le was angered by him and lost. Xiao Lin asked him to have two sons again, Lao Le was so angry that he couldn't speak, and he lost again. If he loses, he has to get under the table. Lao Le is going crazy.

The Thirteen Stick Monk is composed of such a group of "bad boys" and "silly boys". Don't think that they are bored and fooling around and are not serious. They go to the train station to imitate Lei Feng and shovel snow on the road. They are good morally, intellectually, physically and mentally. Later, in college, they were able to carve out their own territory. Now, they are wielding swords and sticks for the great cause of reform and opening up of the motherland.

3. Mighty Girl

In 1998, a very disgusting song was popular called "I am a girl". The singer didn't look like a schoolgirl, but like a prostitute. Although the girls of my generation are divided into wise and foolish, beautiful and ugly, in terms of personality and sentiment, they can really be the mother of the country for contemporary girls.

The number of girls in our class is exactly three times that of the Thirteen Stick Monks. The foreign class calls our class the "Women's Army Company" and calls us "Party Representatives." By the time we reached the third year of high school, we became a veritable "Senior Grade Eight" class.

Rare things are more valuable. We boys were spoiled. We respected girls on the surface, but actually looked down upon them. Until graduation, some boys still couldn't call girls by all their names. For example, if there is a pair of tablemates, we are a little confused whether they are called "Ni Jing, Zong Jian" or "Ni Jian, Zong Jing". It’s not entirely the boys’ fault. Many girls don't talk all day long and don't speak in class, which makes it difficult for people to see the true face of Lushan. For example, Zhao Jing is sitting next to us, and her voice has almost never been heard. Her name can be made into a riddle: "If you go wrong, don't make a sound." She really lives up to her name. Xiao Lin and I had no choice but to divide the girls into several categories based on their performance. The most extroverted ones are called "fierce" and "hurt", the second ones are called "playful", and the least impressive ones are called "nothing", which means these people are the same as no one. At that time, there were probably some fierce ones, some stunned ones, some playful ones, and 8 no ones. The rest were mostly given nicknames. Only a few "female aristocrats" such as Zheng Qi and Liu Tianyue are still called by their first names. Of course, these are all slang terms for boys. Until now, some girls are still wondering whether they were playful or not.

"Tou Meng" is the cutest girl in our class. She has two pigtails, a tiger-like head and a rosy complexion. The reason why she is "fierce" is first of all because she is fierce at asking questions. No matter what class she was in, she would frown and raise her hands to ask questions. The questions were very weird and often made the teacher scratch her head. If the teacher got the answer right, she would ask: "Why?" After the teacher finished answering "Why", she Another question, "Why?" followed endlessly until the teacher was speechless and announced that he would go back to "check it out" and give the answer next time. Because teachers always claim that they like students to ask questions, they dare to get angry but dare not speak out even though they are furious when being pestered. Not only do they have to pretend to be pleasant at the time and say: "Your questions are very valuable," but they also have to look them up when they get back. information and prepare to reply to her the next day. When the class was over, he would not let go of the teacher, with his head tilted and his thick eyebrows twisted, and he would not let go until the next class. Later, when some teachers saw her raising her hands, they started to tremble a little. They pretended not to see her or asked other students to speak. After class, they were all covered in clothes and rushed back to the teaching and research office. But this is not safe, because the fierce head can also chase him to the teaching and research office or even the teacher's home. Headache has simply become a major nuisance that destroys people's teachers.

Later, Tou Meng expanded the scope of the torture to include classmates and teachers from other classes, interrogating whomever he caught. Confucius said: "When three people walk together, there must be one who is my teacher." Tou Meng said, "In the whole world, there is no one who can be my teacher." All the teachers and classmates who knew her would be stunned when she mentioned her. In "Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties" there is a silly hero named Luo Shixian who is called "Tou Meng". He is not even afraid of the "top hero" Li Yuanba, so Xiao Lin and I "downloaded" this nickname to the third and eighth grade of high school.

But Tou Meng finally encountered two setbacks. Once he fell into the hands of Lao Kui. It turned out that Tou Meng was very proud of his ability, and even praised himself in his essay for "being able to ask the teachers questions without shame every day." This time, Lao Kui got the handle. The biggest feature of Lao Kui's Chinese class is that he is good at infinitely expanding on small details. Bi Ye's "Tianshan Scenery" has the word "Heng Gen" in the first natural paragraph. Lao Kui can teach this "Heng Gen" for a whole class every time, so his previous nickname was "Heng Gen". Heng Gen Lao Kui pinched his head and started writing, talking over and over again about what "down" and "shame" meant, and then asked Tou Meng, "Can I ask the teacher a question?" Tou Meng said, "No." Lao Kui asked: "Why?" Tou Meng said: "Because the teacher is the superior, not the inferior." Heng Lao Kui asked again: "Why?" Tou Meng said: "Because the teacher is older than the student." Heng Lao Kui He asked again: "Why?" Tou Meng said: "Because

he is a teacher, so he is older..." Tou Meng was finally asked incoherently and stopped persecuting Lao Kui.

The second time he suddenly asked me for advice on solid geometry. When I was criticizing Lin Piao and Confucius, I learned that my ancestors said, "Only women and villains are difficult to raise." I kept it in my mind from then on. I often spoke coldly and harshly towards most girls, and refused to be close to them. Then I simply told her Said: "Just lead an auxiliary line." Tou Meng immediately asked "Why?", I said: "Because some people can't live without the auxiliary line, just like elm knots." Tou Meng listened. His face was red, but he still pretended not to understand, tilted his pigtails and said, "Thank you." From then on, although Tou Meng came to ask me, his attitude was extremely humble and he did not dare to ask "why" again.

In addition to being fierce at asking questions, Meng Tou Meng is also aloof in other aspects. When playing volleyball, she not only punched and kicked, but also headed the ball very fiercely. Her two pigtails were flying, as if she was practicing the magic whip. When serving, I would often swing my arm and the ball would disappear. It would fly from behind the head to the wall. One day during self-study, she stood on the basketball in front of the podium. When the basketball rolled, she fell to the ground. After getting up, she frowned and went up again. As a result, she fell even harder the second time. She gritted her teeth and moved back to her seat. All the boys couldn't help but admire him slightly while snickering. Tou Meng does have a desire to "compete with boys". In the last semester, many students competed to see who could get home last, and the winner often had to stay up until midnight. Of course, girls can't compare to boys, and Head Meng is no exception. But Tou Meng actually brought her brother to protect her, and she had great potential to win the championship. Xiao Lin and I encouraged Lao Ni to beat her brother. Lao Ni didn't dare, but we finally scared the Tou Meng brothers and sisters away. Later, Tou Meng maintained a relatively friendly relationship with us boys. After finishing college in Beijing, she returned to Harbin and joined the ranks of the Golden Shield. Her "Tou Meng" specialty was truly brought into play.

"Er Meng" is also a unique talent in our class. She sits in the middle of the first row, and the frequency and intensity of her questions are second only to those of Tou Meng, so she ranks second in the list. But she has another trick, which is to stare at the teacher intently during class, as if there is a moving auxiliary line between her eyes and the teacher, and nod frequently along with the teacher's every move. Therefore, her initial nickname was "Nodding Frequently". Teachers hope that students will respond positively and enthusiastically when giving lectures, but some students did not understand, some were thinking after understanding, and there were people like me and Xiao Lin who "understood without listening", so Er Meng nodded frequently. It gave the teachers great satisfaction and confidence. The teachers all liked to ask Ermeng to speak, especially when he raised his head and raised his hands. Mathematics teacher Lao Qiu likes Er Meng the most. Lao Qiu is a simple and optimistic Shandong man. He cannot see through Er Meng's tricks and often follows Er Meng's nodding rhythm to control the progress of class. As long as Er Meng nodded, he would continue talking, not caring whether others understood or not.

When talking about the contentment, Lao Teng gestured to Ermeng and talked non-stop. Ermeng nodded desperately, with a pious look on his face. The other students were either gnashing their teeth in anger or in a state of confusion with joy. Trembling, only the head was fierce and the unyielding hand was always raised, and the two thick eyebrows were almost twisted together.

Ermeng had a lot of advantages in his studies because of his nodding skills, especially in mathematics. He got full marks in several exams and was considered by Lao Teng to be a candidate for Peking University. Er Meng also feels very good about himself. He has changed from asking classmates for advice to often accepting advice from classmates. But the sky is ruthless. On the eve of the college entrance examination, something suddenly happened to her family. She also suffered from migraines due to long-term nodding. As a result, she failed the college entrance examination and later entered a school that she was very dissatisfied with. Ermeng refused to admit defeat and often went to classmates in universities in Beijing and Tianjin to talk about her ideals and aspirations, and also taught old classmates who were "little people successful". On the one hand, the old classmates are more considerate of her, but on the other hand, they are more afraid of her, because she is impassioned and gives advice. From Jiang Qing to Freud, they are not taken seriously by her, and she is fierce in "A Hundred Thousand Whys". "Ten times more powerful. Only I can deal with her. My approach was to keep a straight face and criticize her arrogance harshly and mercilessly. Out of self-esteem, she could only accept the criticism honestly and leave with gratitude. Another way is to introduce her to the friends around me and leave on my own. Er Meng and many of my friends have exchanged phone addresses, and my friends also admire me for having such a talented old classmate. In fact, I know that Er Meng has deep regret and sadness in his heart.

4. Disrespect for teachers

Although our generation spent their childhood during the Cultural Revolution, they know how to respect their teachers best. Our respect is not just superficial politeness and humility, but love and respect from the heart. Therefore, our "respect" for teachers is sometimes expressed in the form of "disrespect". We observe the teacher's little movements with interest, imitate the teacher's catchphrases, and give the teacher nicknames. All of these make the teacher's image in our hearts flesh and blood, able to sing and cry, and make the teacher the most lovable person in our lives.

Most of the teachers in Harbin No. 3 Middle School have both ability and political integrity and are well-known far and wide. The more capable a person is, the more character he has. When I was in Class 7, my Chinese teacher Liu Guoxiang had a very interesting personality. His lectures were exciting and humorous, and he had unique insights and was very popular with his classmates. However, he was extremely immodest. At the climax of his lecture, he suddenly asked loudly: "Is my lecture good?" The classmates shouted: "Okay!" He asked again: "Great!" Not great?" The classmates shouted: "Great!" Liu Guoxiang drank the sweet rain and became more energetic. Sometimes teachers from other provinces and cities came to observe classes, but he did not know how to restrain himself, and even became more unscrupulous. Once before class, he walked to the podium and his classmates stood up. He did not follow the convention and said: "Hello, classmates", but raised his right arm and shouted: "Hi, Hitler!" Such a sincere teacher can be said to be very popular in China. Linjiao, he left me with a lifelong inspiration: to be a teacher, you must first be a sincere person.

Teachers in the 3rd and 8th grade of high school generally like our Twelve-Stick Monk, but they don’t know that Twelve-Stick Monk is often quite “disrespectful” to them. The head teacher, Lao Kui, puts on a fierce look every day, and rarely praises his classmates no matter what their achievements are. He especially likes to scold girls and threatens them at every turn, saying that he will kick her out if she hides in the room without going to school or is too lazy to clean up. Girls hate and fear him, and because he rarely threatens boys, they also hate boys even more. But when we graduated, everyone looked back and realized that Lao Kui had never kicked anyone or scolded anyone. The many reprimands and "threats" had all become pleasant memories. For example, many girls are afraid of injections and discuss it secretly. Lao Kui said: "What's so scary about that? One by one!" The girls screamed in fright. Another afternoon, I went to participate in the city's Chinese language competition. The classmates were all studying by themselves. Lao Kui walked in calmly and wrote a line of big words on the blackboard: "Kong Qingdong won the first prize in the city's Chinese language competition", and then He walked out calmly, staggering with his left leg and his right leg at the door. I returned to school in the evening and looked at the big words on the blackboard, as if I could see Lao Kui's heart.

Lao Teng is impatient. During the lecture, I was rushing from word to word, with foam flying from the mouth. He also likes to draw in the air. No matter how complex the geometric figures are, they all seem to be clearly laid out in front of him