2017-04-18 Mao Lu Lu 8:00 PM
"Seventeen, eighteen good years," that's actually the name of a song, and that's the first line of that song.
About this song, I seriously only remember the name and the first line of the song.
The song was composed by my sophomore class teacher, Mr. Fang Xuheng, who taught us to sing it in one of the classroom activities. Because it was not catchy enough, I forgot it as I learned it, and in the end, I only engraved the seven words plus one apostrophe in my head.
I think if I were to learn this song again now, I would be able to learn it well, because people are always in the loss of time, only know to cherish.
The good years like seventeen and eighteen are gone forever. When I remember my own years, naturally, I also remember Mr. Fang Xuheng again and again.
Mr. Fang actually started teaching me in my freshman year of high school, teaching history. He was a very funny speaker, dancing with his hands and feet, laughing and sighing heavily. In his class, I would not be distracted for a second. On my first test, I scored a full one hundred points, and ranked first in my entire grade.
When the sophomore year of high school was divided into arts and sciences classes, Mr. Fang actually became the homeroom teacher of our arts class. When he walked into the classroom for the first time as the class teacher, the students were so happy -- laughter, shouts, applause, almost toppled the roof.
Mr. Fang was always able to make the class atmosphere very active. The seventeenth and eighteenth were the hottest times in everyone's life, and with Mr. Fang "fanning the flames," we were really living in the spirit of the moment!
We learn a song every day; our weekly blackboard is the best in the whole school; in our class, there is the most beautiful girl Wang Peng, there is also the most humorous boy Fang Chen. We also engage in sensational speech contests, almost everyone jumped on the podium to talk about their own ideals. Even the phenomenon of early love, our class is the most serious.
I remember the first time I earned money in my life, it was from Mr. Fang's hand. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. Mr. Fang divided the land into small pieces and assigned it to each student, so he could plant whatever he wanted, but he had to have a harvest.
Some students planted chili peppers, some planted cabbage, and I planted cabbage, planted 16 pounds, and sold it to the school cafeteria at a price of 5 cents per pound. When Ms. Fang handed me 80 cents, she incidentally gave me a light pat on the head and said, "Nani, you've learned to make money, happy?"
When I heard that, I hemmed and hawed. At the same time, I also took my eyes and glanced triumphantly at a thin boy whom I quite admired. Because he reads more literature books than me, in front of him, I would have been quite inferior. But at that moment, clutching the kind of vegetables from the 80 cents, I suddenly have a little silly confidence.
Oh, at that time, I was really a very silly and stupid na ah!
This silly na had a Sunday to cross the river back to school, because it is the season of high water, the boat and more people, the boat line not long, it shook. Just as I was panicking, someone squeezed up to me and held my shoulder. I looked up and saw that it was Mr. Fang, who had been at the other end of the boat ......
Mr. Fang, with a calm smile on his square, dark face, said to me, "It's okay, the boat is fine. Besides there is me, I can swim!" Said, also with his hand jerked his half-bald head, and then made a one-handed paddling action, comical, causing me to "giggle, giggle" laughed out loud, laughed at a boat of people lifting the heart are relaxed.
The boat finally arrived safely on the other side.
My high school career, soon also arrived safely on the other side.
The other side of the life has a hundred flavors, but in retrospect, still counting 17, 18 years like that, the most beautiful; still counting the people I met at that time, the most let me stay in love.
The author of this article is a well-known children's literature writer, "eight o'clock in the evening" contributing writer
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