Some people got the exact news when they did morning exercises. It turned out that they were two teachers in a primary school! They came down the hill to buy textbooks.
how is that possible?
"how impossible? The school has drawn several senior students to help carry desks and chairs. . 。” Those PHS said.
carrying tables and chairs?
We knew that the conditions in the mountains were very hard, and there were almost no schools. They came from the foot of Guanshan Mountain dozens of miles away, surnamed Wang, and they were brothers. Let's just call them King and Xiao Wang. There used to be no school there. In the past, several educated youths jumped the queue there, once opened a classroom, brought some teaching materials and taught children in the mountains. There were about dozens of students, and Teacher Wang was once a student of educated youths. Later, when the educated youth all returned to the city, Mr. Wang took on the task of teaching and insisted on teaching children in the mountains. Later, his younger brother gradually began to help him teach junior students. The textbooks brought by the educated youth have been used for many years. I heard that the textbooks have changed. Teacher Wang decided to use the accumulated money to go down the mountain to buy new textbooks for the children. However, on the first day of his departure, a strong wind blew in the mountains and blew away the desks and desktops in the classroom. The so-called desk is actually a few boards fixed to stones at both ends with ropes, and students can only stand and listen. Teacher Wang came from the mountains with his younger brother carrying three days' dry food. After buying new books in the bookstore, he was afraid of being wet by fog and sealed up layer by layer. When I passed by the front of No.1 Middle School, I saw that the school was very imposing, so I wanted to find the headmaster, and I wanted to help them with some old desks, books and homework. They haven't eaten for a whole day and night. The money was used to buy books and bought a box of cheap cigarettes and handed them to the headmaster wryly. The headmaster blocked them very bitterly. . .
They stood in the corridor and looked at the slogan posted by the school: Happy Teachers' Day. They opened their eyes in surprise because they had never heard of this festival.
Later, we asked the class teacher many questions: Why didn't they go to the Education Bureau for assistance?
The head teacher said, "They are a school that is not being edited, and the Education Bureau has not put it on record, so there is no way to allocate funds." In other words: the king and the little teacher Wang are purely voluntary! However, they have waded through mountains and rivers without complaining. They were deeply grateful for the desks and chairs, extracurricular books, exercise books and so on supported by our school. Later, our school sent a car to deliver the supported things. However, because of the steep mountain road, they had to give up the aid, but they carried all the things back over and over again with a heavy burden. Because they are carrying responsibility and hope. Later, someone went to the school that can't be called a school, only to find that a five-star red flag made of silk sheets was floating in front of the dilapidated classroom!
Since then, every year, our school has sent several teachers and students to teach. The next year, they almost ranked me, but they had to give up because they had to take the senior high school entrance examination. Miss Wang went to No.1 Middle School to attend middle school after he finished the primary school course by himself. He studied very hard and got very good grades.
In my second year of college, I also heard a story about them: Miss Wang was admitted to North Agricultural University (Northwest Normal University), but just before the start of school, Mr. Wang accidentally fell off a cliff and broke his leg because he sent his students home too late in the dark. Miss Wang hesitated for a long time, and finally tore up the admission notice, and stayed in the mountains forever to be an out-of-the-box primary school teacher. Now I don't know whether to turn to private schools. Many years later, I came to my hometown of Shandong. Stories about the northwest often appear in my dreams. Every year on Teachers' Day, I can't help but think of those two ordinary teachers who curled up at the gate of middle school many years ago, such as the thin body of Mr. Wang and the timid eyes of Mr. Wang. However, I never heard from them again. . .
This is a poem I have heard. I don't know who the author is. Maybe it was written by Miss Wang:
A day without you
A day without you
No hope
No power
A day with you
I can imagine
A day with you.