Teacher's Day is coming again.
? When there was no Teacher's Day before, my thoughts and gratitude for my teachers often haunted me. Since Teacher's Day, when I was in primary school, middle school and university, I gave my teachers selfless care before and after the festival. That kind of yearning and gratitude is even better than my yearning for my relatives at home during the Spring Festival.
? My hometown is in the rural area of southern Hunan. 1958 I graduated from a primary school in Dayun, my hometown, and was admitted to Qidong No.1 Middle School in the county. At the beginning of August, the school made a list, and the teacher told me and my parents that I was admitted to No.1 Middle School, but the admission notice impressively stated that the tuition fee for the whole school year was 46 yuan.
? 46 yuan, it doesn't seem like much, but for an ordinary peasant family, it's an astronomical figure! My parents made it difficult for me to pay tuition fees, and the villagers in the village were also very worried. They came to my house one by one and kindly advised my parents: "The family is so poor, don't let Xinmin go to junior high school, just work and farm at home." Parents' mood is very contradictory. They all came from poor families. How much they want their children to go to a middle school, but they really can't afford to pay 46 yuan. Seeing that time goes by day by day, I still stay at home when school starts in September 1; It's been a month since school started, and I'm still at home, so I can't report to No.1 Middle School.
? One day at the end of September, Mr. Luo Shulin, the headmaster of my junior high school, learned that I had been admitted to No.1 Middle School and there was no money at home. He walked 20 miles from home and arrived at mine. He said to my parents affectionately, "Xinmin's books are well read." Unfortunately, you won't let him go to junior high school. " As he spoke, he took out 10 yuan money from his coat pocket and handed it to my father. "I don't have much money. This 10 yuan will send Xinmin to school. Anyway, you should earn more money and don't delay his study. " At that time, Mr. Luo had left my hometown primary school and transferred to another township primary school to be the principal. His salary is only 20 yuan a month, and there are several people in his family. He gave me 10 yuan to go to school. How hard it is. Teacher Luo, with tears in her eyes, took a glass of water from my water tank with a bamboo spoon and drank a few mouthfuls, then left my house.
? With the 10 yuan that Teacher Luo gave me, my family finally has a little foundation to pay my tuition. So the parents decided to remove the copper washbasin, a copper kettle for boiling water, the only cabinet in the family, the copper handle and the copper lock on a box, and the mother took these things to the pawnshop to sell, which also raised 10 yuan. In this way, in the case that the school has started for one month, I took this 20 yuan and my father sent me to Qidong No.1 Middle School to report for duty.
? When I was admitted to Qidong No.1 Middle School, I was assigned to Class 4/kloc-0. When we arrived at the school, the headmaster and Mr. Li, the head teacher of Class 4 1, received us. Teacher Li said, "Knowing that your family is in financial difficulties, the class has been waiting for Xinmin to come to school, and the study committee in the class has kept it for him." President Liu also specifically said to my father, "Just pay this 20 yuan, and the rest of the school will find ways to solve it from the bursary." Listening to President Liu, my father didn't know what to say. He just thanked him. In this way, I finally officially completed the application and went to No.1 Middle School for junior high school.
? When I went to handle the food formalities after reporting for duty, the teacher of the school general affairs office told me, "You are eating the national grain (commodity grain) index, so you don't have to bring your own food to school. 32 kg per month. " I was shocked and immediately said to the teacher, "I am a child in the countryside." I don't eat state grain. Let me eat rural food. " I heard that I don't want to eat state grain, but I want to eat rural grain. Within a day, dozens of students in our class and other classes asked me to exchange the national food index. The head teacher and the general affairs teacher told the situation to President Liu. President Liu called me to his office and said, "You are such a silly boy. You don't need your family to ration you to eat state grain. You got the best result in the exam. Hundreds of newly recruited rural students in the whole school always have two indicators of eating state grain, and one of them has been given to you. Don't exchange with other students. " I listened to Chairman Liu's words and agreed to eat state grain. A few years later, I realized that during my six years in junior high school and senior high school, especially during the three-year difficult period, I had 32 kilograms of rice supplied by the state every month, and I still had enough to eat every day, but my classmates had to carry rice, sweet potatoes, pumpkins, taro and other foods from home to school, which was much worse than me.
? Without the money 10 yuan from principal Luo in primary school and the special care from principal Liu and teachers in middle school, my dream of going to middle school would be shattered. It was these kind teachers who gave me care and guidance, and made me successfully finish junior high school and senior high school in Qidong No.1 Middle School. I remember when I was a senior one, the school organized an essay contest entitled "Unforgettable Things". I wrote this bittersweet story in junior high school. The article is sincere, the handwriting is good, and it won the first place in the essay competition of the whole school.
? Time flies for six years. 1964, I graduated from Qidong No.1 Middle School and was admitted to the Chinese Department of Beijing Normal University. Normal school meals don't cost money, and parents will naturally rest assured. The travel expenses on the way to school and the clothes and appliances after entering school are naturally a headache for parents. Without a quilt, a cousin at home gave me his quilt; There was no box, and another uncle gave me a tarpaulin box from his house. I carry a quilt and straw mat on one shoulder pole and a box on the other. My mother doesn't want to put on a pair of new shoes made of soles overnight and put them in the box. In this way, I went barefoot with another classmate in my class who was admitted to Peking University, and embarked on a journey to Beijing. In order to save money on the train, we bought a slow ticket all the way, so we took four trains from our hometown to Beijing. It takes only seven hours to take the high-speed train now, and we walked for two days and two nights. On the morning of August 28th, 1964, the train finally arrived at Yongdingmen Station in Beijing, and I was taken back to school by the bus of Beijing Normal University to welcome the new students.
? Walking into the campus of Beijing Normal University is like walking into the spring breeze, and you feel completely at home. I was greeted in the dormitory by Miss Huang Huilin, our head teacher. Seeing that my luggage was simple, there was no mattress or blanket on the bed and no shoes on my feet, she quickly applied to the school, gave me a blanket and spread it on the bed herself. A few days after school started, she also took several female classmates to sew quilts and plates for me and other poor students from rural areas in the class. Apart from a shirt, a coat and two pairs of trousers, I have no warm clothes in winter in Beijing. Miss Huang tailored a cotton-padded jacket for me and applied to the school sewing club. I always wore that cotton-padded jacket when I was studying in Beijing Normal University.
? What if the clothes are not enough? Teacher Huang discussed with several well-off students in Beijing and donated some old clothes to us. So, Liu Ruier, Chen Long, Wang Biao and other students brought me some clothes from home. What impressed me most was that Luriel was the daughter of Lu, Deputy Prime Minister of the State Council, China and Minister of Publicity Department of the Communist Party of China. She brought me two old shirts worn by her father. Maybe I am grateful for wearing Lu's clothes. During the "Cultural Revolution", when Lu was overthrown as an anti-party group and was criticized by Beijing Normal University, I couldn't shout the slogan "Down with Lu", and I felt a pang of sadness and pain. Later, in order to keep the photos of her parents, Liu Ruier hid them on the top of the lower bunk bed where she lived in the dormitory and covered them with newspapers. After a long time, the newspaper broke, the photos were exposed and found by other students. The class wanted to hold a meeting to criticize Liu Ruier for "not drawing a clear line with the gangster family". I also implore the whole class that as a daughter, it is human nature to keep photos of parents, and don't criticize others. Finally, this matter was never mentioned again. This is another story.
? After studying in the Chinese Department of Beijing Normal University, I will do weekend cleaning as usual every Saturday afternoon. Barefoot, pulling weeds and cleaning up garbage with classmates on campus, as if I were an "iron foot board". I walked up and down the road, and I didn't feel tied at work. Miss Huang found me again and again, just like her own child, and said with distress, "Xinmin, the north is not like your hometown." The weather is getting colder. It works on campus again. You must put on your shoes and stop sticking your feet. " I listened to Mr. Huang's words before taking out the shoes my mother made for me and putting them on.
? As soon as I entered the university, I still did my old job as a middle school student cadre and became a propaganda Committee member of the Youth League branch. I am responsible for ordering newspapers in class. One day, Miss Huang asked me to ride her bike to Suojiafen Post Office to order newspapers for my class. I seldom saw bicycles at home before, let alone ride them. It was a classmate from Beijing who taught me to ride a bike after I went to college. Because I just learned, I rode Mr. Huang's car for the first time and fell off the car when I arrived in Xiaoxitian, breaking Mr. Huang's new car. I can't tell you how nervous and sad I am After ordering the newspaper from the post office, I pushed the car back to school. I'm really embarrassed to talk to Mr. Huang, but Mr. Huang found that the handlebar of the bicycle was crooked and knew that I must have fallen. She threw the car aside, kindly asked me if I was injured, and told me to go to the school hospital immediately if I felt uncomfortable. At that time, Mr. Huang needed a ticket to buy a new bike, and how many months' salary did he have to save to buy a car?
? Living in the big family of the class, I have been kindly taught by Mr. Huang, the head teacher, and other teachers, and I have been concerned and helped by my classmates. I love my alma mater, my teacher and my class from the bottom of my heart. I love my dear party and great motherland. I entered school at the end of August. 1964. 1 year1October, I took part in a rally and parade in Tiananmen Square to celebrate the15th anniversary of the founding of People's Republic of China (PRC). As a member of the guard of honor in the phalanx of college students, I walked through Tiananmen Square with a huge placard of "Long live the great China people and country" on my shoulder, and I was extremely excited and happy to see President Mao Zedong and other party and state leaders waving to the demonstrators at the Tiananmen Gate from a distance.
? After the "October 1st" celebration, Associate Professor Ge Xinyi, who teaches composition in our grade, gave us the first composition topic after school: "When I walked through Tiananmen Square". I had an unforgettable experience of going to Beijing from rural areas in southern Hunan to go to college, and I had a personal experience of being taken care of after going to college. I was even more excited and proud when I walked through Tiananmen Square. My composition was written with sincerity and enthusiasm, and was praised by Professor Ge, and was rated as a model essay for the whole grade.
? There are too many teachers to finish; Things worth remembering can't be completed in three days and nights. Teachers in the world are the most respectable. They not only teach students cultural knowledge, but also teach them the truth of being human and doing things. Their care and help for students are deeply engraved in their hearts all their lives.
? The spring breeze melts the rain and moistens things silently. From the actions of teachers, I learned how to care for those who need care and help those who need help. Maybe a little help can change a person's life. I would like to devote myself to the society and serve the people with a kind heart, just like my teacher.