After the Lantern Festival, the remaining cold is still severe, take my son to my alma mater ----- Wuzhai Normal, to learn from the master.
In the distance, the sporadic sound of firecrackers is still overflowing with the breath of the year, five divisions of the school gate is cold and quiet, students return home for the holidays have not returned to school, leaving only the courtyard in the ancient acacia in the reunion of the holiday in this empty guard a tree lonesome.
This is the place where I spent my youth, my memories, and my years.
I'm a little confused when I'm on this campus, which is still friendly at first, but suddenly I'm a stranger to it. It seems that in the blink of an eye, the time will be from the sunny spring to the snowflake winter, the heart is still in the youth of the ferry port, but people have stood in the other side of the confused years. More than twenty years, a snap of the fingers, the campus of the old look for a new face. Gone is the moon gate green mottled rustic scenery, also gone is the dragon-like fence in the noisy and playful classmates. Past memories are pressed under a brand new building sighing softly. Who is singing under the fragrant lilac tree? Who was studying hard in the beautiful spring sunshine when the green willow was blowing in the wind? And that melodious flute and pleasant zither mixed in the sound of the drums and horns of the sound side class rising and falling, at this moment still in the ear.
"Mom, which is your past school building ah?" My son interrupted my thoughts with a question.
"My school building? That green brick and gray tile two-story school building? It should be in this location." But in front of me there is clearly only a new white building, and I don't recognize it. Is their own wrong place to go?
" We are the sea of flowers in May,
Embrace the times with youth;
We are the rising sun,
Ignite the future with life ......"
Just enrolled in school, everyone beat the beat
Just enrolled in school, everyone beat the beat, bright voice, passionately singing the regimental song, ready to meet the singing competition, vibrant scene is still so clear, but now it is surrounded by cold silence, touching the bleak. What about the sea of flowers in May? Where is my familiar class of 125? They only say that graduation is a long way off, and in the blink of an eye, they will go their separate ways. ......
The sadness in my heart is thick.
Looking at the door of the unfamiliar building, suddenly remembered that the mirror in the foyer, to see -------
Fortunately, it is in.
Just don't know if this is still the mirror we had at the beginning. I remember before going to class, a foyer into the mirror to see the boyish self, pulling the lapel, stroke the hair, before the mirror shaking shake, let the mirror in the person's spirit of wind and grace. And now stand in front of the mirror, but can no longer see the year style, the mirror image of themselves, clearly has been people to middle age.
Who stole my youth? The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I saw it.
"A good time and a beautiful day, who is happy to enjoy the pleasure of the yard?" I don't know how to remember the history class, improvised lyricism of Ms. Gao Yan'e, smiling like a flower, clear as a plum.
Still clearly remember her simple army green blouse and long hair and waist high stature. Classes never bring textbooks, only two chalks gracefully and calmly captured us. In the classroom and outside the classroom wonderful historical stories, textbooks need to outline the main points of the difficult points, after-school practice questions ...... so thick book she is familiar with. Every knowledge point, she will be a number of related knowledge points in front of the articulation, contrast memory, understanding memory, comfortable up and down hook, and even those years ah events ah compiled into a poem jingle to help us memorize the seat we marveled at, envy, admiration to the ground. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't think I'm going to be able to do that, but I think I'm going to be able to do that, and I think I'm going to be able to do that.
However, what I admire more is the gentle nature and classical temperament of Ms. Gao, who is like a pure woman from the Song Dynasty, which fascinates me. But now, things are not the same, and now Ms. Gao has been transferred to another country, teaching in other schools, how many years it is rare to see.
Mr. Gao, thanks to fate let me in the best of youthful years to meet the most beautiful you, the sky is the other side, I wish teachers in a foreign country youth forever, all the best!
In the heart of the spirit, do not realize that the step through the laboratory building, chemical laboratories, those who are towering faucets and tables of neatly placed experimental instruments are still in front of us. I remember I once operated the alcohol lamp error, with the wick stained with alcohol to light a fire, "rubbing" of the flames, in the classroom caused no small commotion - in fact, I'm not forgetting the safety rules, or perhaps it is the young that the risk-taking mentality and inexplicable impulses in the Maybe it is the young adventurous spirit and inexplicable impulse in the blame, or maybe it is in order to make a splash? I can't really say.
At the corner of the art building, I actually met my class teacher, Mr. Wang Dongyu! This kind of unforeseen encounter, it is really fate! In the happy conversation, I learned that Mr. Wang is still in the front line of teaching, is still the classroom teacher. This makes me this has been teaching for more than twenty years, more or less a bit of professional burnout of the student's heart. Carefully measuring Mr. Wang, or that kind and amiable, the face does not have a lot of years of vicissitudes, so young, so spirited, and twenty years ago the same! Decades as one day, the mind, indifferent to fame and fortune, no competition with the world, so that the teacher has the skill to live in the face, life without worry. When I think of Mr. Wang's teaching and hope in the graduation message, I do not feel ashamed. The beautiful dream of youth has long been in the reality of the flood smoothly recruited, a year closely like a year of time and water to their own close to the "age of confusion." In the best years as a teacher, there is no goal, no planning, no one reminded of "poetry and wine while the years, know that the years are just a snap of the fingers," all the way, ignorant, stumbling, resulting in a large number of youthful years are wasted on the road.
Looking back to stand on the podium every day, every year, every session, more than twenty years, abandoned the dream of literature, in the language classroom, let yourself "crawl and fight". Between understanding and not understanding, subjectively not diligent, but objectively must be diligent, want to strive for excellence, but in fact often unable to do so. In the various competitions to stimulate their own continuous learning, continuous efforts, but there is no goal of planning, no hard action, growth to today, is still a "malnutrition" look, really worthy of the teacher ......
This life can not do that! The best thing is to stand on the side of the road and applaud for the best people, and it's not a bad idea," I was reminded.
Well, the dream has the size of the difference, but there is no humble sublime difference, to be a down-to-earth ordinary people, is also a kind of success.
When I left, I looked back at this new, large and empty campus, and felt that the teacher's life was once so clear, but blurred. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey. I don't think there's any such thing as a pair of hands that can be so delicate as to mend the cracks of time.
Perhaps, our teacher's life is indeed the most colorful three years of our life, right? Or maybe they are just ordinary days?
Maybe, our teacher training campus, much better than this?
Neither can be sure.
And I like to use words to write down their own sadness and happiness, like to put the past of these lives in a quiet place, no matter how far the years go, one day, I look back, those who have been lost time in these words survive. This kind of text is used for nostalgia, and how many people read her, has nothing to do.
I would like to use this article to remember my five divisions and pay tribute to my lost youthful years.
February 18, 2017 Wuchai