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Distant high school girls

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1980, graduated from junior high school and admitted to Harbin No.3 Middle School. The position of Harbin No.3 Middle School in Heilongjiang Province is even higher than that of Peking University in China. Because there are other universities in Peking University competing with it, and Harbin No.3 Middle School is a "treasure knife to slay the dragon, only me" in Heilongjiang, other key middle schools are obedient and incomparable. A student of Harbin No.3 Middle School is more respected than a student of "Black University" or "Harbin Institute of Technology". Therefore, when I went to Harbin No.3 Middle School, I felt a sense of responsibility, as if the expectations and trust of 30 million villagers in the province fell on my shoulders.

I have been a good student of "all-round development" since I was a child, and my grades are excellent. However, after entering high school, I was faced with the choice of liberal arts university or science university. Personally, I don't think this choice exists. I have a stubborn prejudice that science universities are not real universities. Although I have always been keen on learning mathematics, physics, chemistry and other natural science knowledge, I think their value lies only in the tools people use. At the time of criticizing the forest and criticizing the hole, I knew Mencius' sentence: "Those who work hard govern others, and those who work hard govern others." This sentence is very poisonous to me I still think that intellectuals in science and engineering belong to "laborers" and intellectuals in liberal arts are the real "spiritual aristocrats"-although their real situation is so sad! So I don't know when I have a goal for the college entrance examination-Chinese Department of Peking University, which I think is the best department in the world. However, in the early 1980s, the general idea of the whole society was to value science over literature. It seems that "loving science, education and culture" means Chen Jingrun and Li Siguang, and there is a saying in the society that "learning mathematics, physics and chemistry well is not afraid to travel all over the world". Some newspapers also advertised that 1985 was to realize the four modernizations, and capitalism was initially established in 2000. Some teachers have heard that I am determined to take the liberal arts exam, and I am also a Chinese department. They all sighed and said, "Alas! This child is ruined. " Today, I recall this sincere sentence, and I can't help wondering whether my original choice ruined a blank in Chen Jingrun for my country. Under the general climate of attaching importance to science and neglecting literature, Harbin No.3 Middle School has been slow to offer liberal arts classes, so I and some students who want to take the liberal arts exam have waged a hard struggle with the school. "Senior 38" is not an ordinary class number, it is the fruit of victory that we exchanged with the blood of youth. Below I will briefly tell a few stories related to "Senior 38" and dedicate them to the old, middle-aged and young friends who have had similar experiences and still maintain their youthful passion today.

First, the books on the bus

As soon as the last semester of senior one passed, whether liberal arts classes were held became the focus of debate. Other key middle schools, on the whole, are not rivals of Harbin No.3 Middle School, so they set up liberal arts classes early, concentrate their superior teachers and students, and strive to be among the best in liberal arts. However, in Harbin No.3 Middle School, strictly carrying out the instructions of the higher authorities about not allowing liberal arts classes is nominally against partiality. In fact, first, it has a tradition of attaching importance to reason over literature. Second, as a model unit, we dare not make any mistakes. Third, I am not sure about the liberal arts. Anyway, it's too late to do it now. If the liberal arts scores in the college entrance examination are not good in the future, there will be an excuse. If you get good grades, you will become a model of adhering to the correct line. In this way, students who want to take the liberal arts exam put forward the slogan of "saving the country and the people". According to the superficial history we have learned, we 16-and 17-year-olds solemnly compare the school leaders to the fatuous Qing government, thinking that only by fighting for it ourselves can we turn the situation around and urge the authorities to "reform" us to split up and connect to each class in series, and everyone in each class is of one mind. Even those students who want to take the science exam support us from the overall situation of the school. So, we launched a "liberal arts class movement". First, extensive publicity and discussion in various places have caused the public opinion that "the people are living in poverty." The political teacher once said Lenin's words: "Without revolutionary theory, there would be no revolutionary action." Second, oral complaints and representations to the head teacher and the classroom teacher to win the support of the teachers are the greatest guarantee of victory. There are two things to pay attention to: absolute dependence on liberal arts teachers and absolute respect for science teachers. Third, formally submit opinions in the form of individuals, classes and all. This move is called "writing on the bus".

I made two comments in my own name and in the name of all. My words were fierce and I 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 all the submissions are signed, the question of who should sign them arises. I remember saying arrogantly: "Every country's political reform begins with bloodshed. If something goes wrong, I will take care of it first! " I was the first to sign. Zheng Bin is an old schemer. He said it was not good. Let's find some big bowls and draw a few circles around them, and we can't tell the order. In fact, all our "intrigues" are superfluous. Leaders have long known who is Song Jiang and who is Li Kui jy. Soon the headmaster invited six of our classmates to talk-I can't remember exactly which six. Anyway, we are both excited and nervous, calling ourselves "the six gentlemen of the 1898 Movement". On the surface, he is very imposing, but in fact he jumps as fast as physical education class.

President Zhou has a kind heart and silver hair. Although he is over sixty years old, he still dresses elegantly and spotlessly, which shows that he must be a handsome young man when he was young. He is praised by his classmates for two things at ordinary times. One is to hide a hammer and nail at the waist every day and patrol each class. Once the movable desk and chair are found, the hidden weapon will show his talent. He never asked who broke the table and chair, finished it happily and left with satisfaction. So there are no students in No.3 Middle School who don't care about desks and chairs. The whole school is clean and tidy. Later, when I went to Peking University and saw that so many broken tables and chairs were left unattended, I wrote a letter to the president of Peking University, suggesting that he also buy a hammer. So far, I have not received a reply. The second thing that President Zhou is popular is that he often organizes teachers to dance on weekends and holidays. Dancing was still very fashionable at that time. When dancing, hooligans should seriously put on new bell-bottoms and feel elegant. Dancing with decent people is a sign of ideological emancipation. There are several principals in No.3 Middle School, and the students are not clear about their division of labor. We only feel that we have met them in the past few weeks, probably as "contradictions among the people", and we can't say whether we are relaxed or disappointed.

President Zhou read out your request with a serious smile. First, your position is wrong. You call school leaders "schools". Excuse me, whose side are you on? Aren't you the masters of the school and the school? You even call the school leaders "authority". Excuse me, what is an "organ"? Is it the Kuomintang authorities or the Japanese imperialist authorities? This building in our school used to be the police station of the Japanese aggressors. Martyr Zhao Yiman fought here, and Comrade Kim Il Sung and General Lee fought here.

I quickly said that General Li died near Harbin No.1 Middle School, and the Kuomintang female spy killed him with a honey trap. The murderer is still in Taiwan Province province. President Zhou said, yes, you can't forget your roots! How pathetic it is that you call us "the authorities"! I joined the revolution at the age of fourteen, and I have served the people all my life. I never fought during the Cultural Revolution. Today, I became an "authority", so you just call me an executioner. What a relief!

We six gentlemen suddenly feel like six villains. Apologize to the headmaster at once, saying that we were wrong and we must change it later. President Zhou said that everything should focus on the overall situation. If your superiors know about this, they will think that our school's leadership is weak and unstable. Do you want to change the principal? We all said we didn't want to. President Zhou said, yes, the higher authorities are not allowed to run liberal arts classes, and we can't take this lead in No.3 Middle School. I'll give you the above class. In the college entrance examination, if you want to take the science exam again, wouldn't it hurt you? The school has now decided that liberal arts classes can't be held, but considering your requirements, you can use your spare time to open some liberal arts elective courses. If you are sincere, sign up for elective courses. Actually, I don't feel sincere. It's all blind booing ...

As soon as the cards are played, we will understand that the key now is to seize the elective courses first. After propaganda and agitation, more than 100 people actually signed up for the elective course. Some of them don't want to take the liberal arts exam, but just want to learn more knowledge. At that time, we didn't just recognize scores like students now. We sincerely seized all the learning opportunities for China's stubbornness, and whoever has the most profound knowledge is the most respected. Therefore, the whole school has a kind of "shame and ignorance." However, the elective classroom is arranged in the basement, which is sultry in summer and cold in winter. Coupled with the disintegration of the "authorities" and the intimidation and inducement of parents, the number of students has gradually decreased, and the number of classrooms has been reduced from two to one. We use Lu Xun's words to comfort ourselves: the later the team leaves, the purer it is. We persevere, encourage each other and firmly believe that the "authorities" have a long heart. The number of elective courses has been reduced to about 60, and there has been no reduction.

Another winter of MINUS 40 degrees 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, saying that these students are really hard-working and have a lot of backbone, and they will certainly do well in the liberal arts exam. As a result, the original eight classes were dissolved and eight new classes were established-liberal arts classes. But our science study is required to be the same as others, except for adding two more courses: history and geography. In this way, even if the superior knows, we can't say that we are "partial" and may even praise No.3 Middle School.

The "liberal arts class movement" finally won, but several heroes did not enjoy the fruits of this victory. For example, Li Xuejun, the monitor of Class 7, and Bai Quan, an academic committee member, are firm "girlfriends". They don't want to take the liberal arts exam, they just stand up for "justice". After the establishment of liberal arts classes, I often go home with them after school. Class 8 has since become a class with special significance. "Writing on the bus" has left a valuable page in our life history.

Two or thirteen monks

The liberal arts class has existed for less than two years, but it is a complete stage in students' memory. That's because our class not only concentrates a large number of elites in the whole grade, but also countless anecdotes.

The first is a serious surplus of cadres. Being a monitor and a communist youth league secretary is enough to form a Politburo, and class committees and class representatives are condescending. The teacher in charge of the class explained in a balanced way, and finally hastily appointed a cabinet. Our head teacher teaches Chinese. He is in his forties. He looks like Yan Shikui, a movie star at that time. His black face is full of murderous look. He always wears a black Chinese tunic suit and a pair of black shoes, and holds a black lesson plan in his hand. We call him Lao Kui, and the class calls him "the black-handed overlord whip". I told Lao Kui that I was the president of the student union in junior high school and led this class. No problem. When Lao Kui puts his black hand on it, you will be the representative of my Chinese class. I'll talk to you directly if I need anything. Later, I understood Lao Kui's intention, from which I learned a lot about governing the country. 10 years later, I also worked as a head teacher in a middle school in Beijing for one year, and also let the most reliable students be representatives of Chinese classes. In fact, Lao Kui seldom looks for me, but my classmates, especially girls, are spreading rumors that Lao Kui regards me as his son. I said that Lao Kui never praised me and criticized me, which was useless. Looking back now, I understand that Lao Kui relied on me for important things, but his feelings were not exposed.

Although the liberal arts class has a neat cabinet and abundant talents, the actual authority, or the core of power, in the class is the "thirteen sticks monk". At that time, the film Shaolin Temple was all the rage. There are more than 50 people in our class, but there are only 12 boys. So together with Lao Kui, they were called "Thirteen Chains". Although there are only twelve boys, there are six boys in the top ten. Even if the results are behind, they all have their own magical powers. For example, Tian Feng, the monitor, is handsome, extremely intelligent, has strong organizational and leadership skills, treats people with humility and kindness, is mature and sophisticated, and is an expert in literature, art and sports with excellent eloquence. After watching a movie, he can tell the ups and downs from beginning to end, and everyone admires him. I don't know why, but his grades have not improved. Maybe he is too talented and lacks a sense of crisis about his own destiny, so he doesn't pay much attention to grades.

We are twelve boys, half sitting under the window and half sitting in the back. Laughing and making noise every day makes girls very annoying. All the big and small things in the class are in the hands of boys. In fact, 39 girls are also talented, but more girls are like chickens can't lay eggs. Nobody refuses to obey anyone, and nobody wants to stand out from the crowd. Just let these silly boys lead you happily and study with peace of mind-I guess this is the root cause of the collapse of matriarchal society. But learning this thing is very strange. It is not good to study without concentration, and it is not good to study too intensively. Girls are absent-minded all day, and they can't go out without books. They are all mumbling something, but most of them get twice the result with half the effort. For example, Liu Tianyue, secretary of the Communist Youth League, never cared about the work of the League. When she came to the classroom early in the morning, she insisted on sitting in her seat and not going out after class. At lunch, Zhao Jing, her deskmate, put the lunch box in front of her. She ate every one of the full lunch boxes, which showed that her protein consumption was large enough. At that time, boys and girls respected each other, and we seldom said anything directly that had nothing to do with study. My deskmate Kobayashi and I are separated from them by an aisle, and we often beat about the bush and be sarcastic. I said to Xiaolin, "Look, I ate another trough." Kobayashi said, "I haven't left my nest all morning." Liu Tianyue listened, just bowed his head and chuckled, and continued to endorse. But she works so hard that she can only rank in the top five among girls and has no prestige to lead boys. These damn boys talk in class, make noise in self-study, run out to turn the horizontal bar and throw the shot after class, but they study very well, have high opinions and are smart, which teachers like. I really don't know how God arranged it.

There are too few boys in our class, so we ask the school not to restrict boys from reporting more items during the sports meeting. That's great. Tian Feng and old ni have covered most of the projects. They jump far here and high there. They just broke the 100 meter record and are going to bid for guns again. Old ni ran two in the 4× 100 relay race. Compared with them, Lewis in the United States is simply nine Niu Yi hairs. Girls are also unambiguous, and they also played dozens of points by sea tactics. Xiaolin and I were mainly responsible for personnel, publicity and logistics, and as a result, the liberal arts class won a great victory in all aspects. Other classes protested injustice, but the "authorities" ignored it. A girl came to report that Lao Kui was hiding behind the podium and grinning.

Among the thirteen stick monks, Lao Kui naturally belongs to the "evil monk". In addition, 12 people, in the words of "The Story of the Nuclear Ship", are "different from place to place". Here are a few examples. Xiao Lin and I are a pair of acid scholars. Because of my good preparation skills, I am not serious in class. When the exercises are handed out, we are flying like a pen and are often the first to finish them. The rest of the time, we will tell jokes, guess riddles and match. For example, I made a "white-flour scholar who eats white flour" and Kobayashi dressed as a "painted warrior"; He has "moonlight on the spring river" and I have "sunny autumn"; I have a saying that "since ancient times, small people have achieved success", and Kobayashi has always said that "the atmosphere is always late"; He said "it's shameful to steal cantaloupes in Dong Qing playground", and I said "stealing leftovers from Xiaolin's classroom should be killed". Other stick monks sometimes get involved. One day, Zhang Xin ate ice cream and got a good couplet occasionally: "Eating ice cream and pulling popsicles is stubborn, and drinking noodles to make loose dough twists is importunate." In geography class, Zheng Bin wrote a "volcano with fire", which is called absolute. In chemistry class, I got a "king". Finally,

I won a sigh of relief for the chemistry teacher.

Zheng Bin and Wang Laoshan sit behind us and are often bullied by Xiao Lin and me. Zheng Bin not only studies well, but also has a high artistic accomplishment. His calligraphy and painting are both good. He bought large-scale literary periodicals to read every month, especially studied Russian literature in the Soviet Union, and later became a gifted scholar in the Russian Department of Peking University. There is a great conceit hidden in his superficial humility and gentleness. Xiao Lin and I often take pleasure in hurting his self-esteem. We turn to the dictionary to give you a nickname and let everyone choose their own page number and serial number. Zheng Bin chose it several times, all of which were ugly words. It was once called "Zheng's humerus", which means "hair on the thigh". In addition, there are "Zheng insidious", "Zheng saving money" and "Zheng pockmarked". Once I went back to Songhua River to play, Zheng Bin was far ahead. Wang Laoshan called him by various nicknames and never looked back. In desperation, Wang Laoshan shouted "Zheng", and Zheng Bin turned back to the prodigal son. Since then, he has gained another nickname. For a time, we often

Calling him "Pockmarked Zheng" is certainly not numb at all, just like calling him "Zhang Guaizi", but he actually runs very fast. But there is a girl named Zheng Qi in our class-she later stayed in the Party Committee of Peking University and suspected that our "Zheng Mazi" was calling her, but she was questioned by other girls. We are very nervous at once, because Zheng Qi is not only not numb, but also the best girl who studies, gentle and elegant, and highly respected. We are all guilty of "accidentally injuring" innocent people. So we encouraged Zheng Bin and said that you must explain to Zheng Qi: "Pockmarked Zheng is me, not you. There is also Zheng Yin and me, and Zheng He and Kevin·Z are all me, not you. " Hearing this, Zheng Bin was very angry and refused to explain. As a result, we were afraid to call him by his nickname.

Wang Lao is good at thinking and talking, but he often can't express himself clearly. He has two nicknames, "chattering" and "incoherent". His most popular sentence is: "Come, I'll draw a self-portrait for you." When he and Zheng Bin were teased by Xiao Li and me, they severely hit us on the back. Later, it was the last straw, so we changed seats with old old ni, and it was old old ni who hit us on the back.

Old ni is tall and burly. He knows martial arts and is versatile in sports. He is a great philosopher in thought and different in all aspects. He often thinks about life and social problems, and is a bit cynical like Lu Xun, so he often delays doing exercises because of his depressed thoughts. His attitude towards life is a standard black humor. For example, when writing a composition, he puts a bracket and writes "applause" inside. All the way to the lower right corner of the paper, there is a sentence in brackets: "You can write on paper". When writing a poem for the blackboard newspaper, he only wrote the first two sentences, and then the last two sentences were written as "plain, plain." He often wondered whether the sum of the angles in a triangle was 180 degrees, and why the hyperbola could not coincide with the number axis. He also forged some geometric problems that Xiao Qi and I couldn't prove at all. He paints portraits of others, but people say they don't like them. He said: "I don't believe that there is no such thing in the world!" " "This statement is really full of mystery. Because I can read a lot, he found some difficult words from the dictionary to test me.

As a result, I knew everyone, so he forged some words for me to recognize. I don't want to give up, so I'm confused. Old ni was surprised: These words really exist in the world! People with profound thoughts are often deceived by the simplest illusion.

Lao Le is a tall, thin southerner with a stutter. He is usually clever, but when he is impatient, he will make mistakes. Xiao Lin can't beat him at chess. But Xiao Lin insisted on giving birth to a son for him, and Lao Le was angered by him and lost. Kobayashi wanted his two sons again. He was speechless with anger and lost again. If you lose, you have to drill the table. Lao Le is going crazy.

Thirteen stick monks are made up of such a group of "bad children" and "stupid". Don't think they are boring and naughty. They went to the railway station to learn from Lei Feng and shovel the snow on the road. They do well in morality, intelligence, physique and beauty. Later, in college, everyone could develop their own land. Now, they are all dancing for the great cause of reform and opening up in the motherland.

Third, a powerful girl

1998 At that time, there was a very disgusting song called "I am a girl". That singer is not like a schoolgirl, but like a child prostitute. Although girls of my age are different from fools and sages, they can be divided into beauty and ugliness, but they can really be the mothers of contemporary girls in character and sentiment.

The number of girls in our class is just three times that of thirteen stick monks. Foreign classes call our class "female soldier company" and call us "party representatives". In the third year of senior high school, we became a veritable "Senior Three Eight" class.

Rare things are expensive. We boys are all spoiled, and we respect girls on the surface, but we don't really care. Until graduation, some boys still can't call all girls by their first names. For example, if we have a pair of deskmates, we will be a little confused. Are their names "Ni Jing and Zongjian" or "Ni Jian and Jing Zong"? You can't blame the children. Many girls don't talk all day and don't talk in class, which makes people unable to understand the true face of Lushan Mountain. For example, Zhao sat quietly beside us and could hardly hear her voice. Her name can be made into a riddle: "Go the wrong way and don't make any noise." It is as good as its name. Xiao Lin and I had to divide the girls into several categories according to their performance. The most extroverted people are called "fierce" and "hurt", followed by "playing", and the least impressed people are called "nothing", which means that these people are just like nothing. At that time, there were probably a few fierce, a few frightened, a few playful and eight not. Most of the rest were given to foreign numbers. Only a few "girl aristocrats" like Zheng Qi and Liu Tianyue still call them by their first names. Of course, these are slang words within the scope of boys. Until now, some girls are still asking if they are fun.

"Toumeng" is the cutest girl in our class, with two pigtails and rosy face. She is fierce because she is fiercer than asking questions. No matter what class she takes, she will frown and raise her hand to ask questions from time to time. The question is very strange and often makes the teacher scratch his head. If the teacher answers, she will ask, "Why?" After the teacher answered "Why", he added "Why?" Keep asking questions until the teacher is tongue-tied and announces that he will go back to "check" and reply next time. Because teachers always claim to like students to ask questions, they dare to be angry and dare not speak, even though they are entangled in their heads. They should not only pretend to be happy at that time and say "your question is very valuable", but also check the information when they go back and prepare to answer her the next day. At the end of the class, my head was fierce and I didn't let go of the teacher. I twisted my pigtails and my thick eyebrows until I asked the next class. Then some teachers

When I saw her raise her hand, my body trembled a little. I pretended not to see it and didn't let other students talk. After class, I jumped back to the teaching and research section. But this is not safe, because the head can also be hunted to the teaching and research room or even the teacher's home. Head-bashing has become a major public hazard that destroys people's teachers. Later, he extended the scope of injury to classmates and teachers in other classes, and asked whoever he caught. Confucius said, "A threesome must have my teacher", while a headstrong person is "all over the world, can't I be my teacher?" . All the teachers and classmates who knew her suddenly looked up, really in distress situation. There is a silly hero Luo Shixin in The Romance of Sui and Tang Dynasties, who is called "the head is fierce". He wasn't even afraid of Li Yuanba, the "number one hero", so Xiaolin and I "downloaded" the nickname to the third and eighth grades.

But Toumeng finally encountered two setbacks. Once planted in the hands of old Kui. It turned out that Toumeng was very proud of his skills, and even boasted in his composition that "he can ask the teacher with a clear conscience every day", which can be called Lao Kui's grasp. The biggest feature of Lao Kui's Chinese class is that he is good at expanding infinitely in a small detail. In Bi Ye's Scenery of Tianshan Mountains, the first natural paragraph has the word "across". Lao Kui can talk about this "Henggen" for a whole class every time, so his previous nickname was "Henggen". Henggen Laokui held his head in his hand and talked about "chivalry" and "shame" over and over again. Then he asked Toumeng, "Can you ask the teacher a question?" The head of the regiment suddenly said, "No way." Henggen Lao Kui asked, "Why?" The person in charge suddenly said, "Because the teacher is up, not down." Henggen Laokui asked again: "Why?" The person in charge suddenly said, "Because the teacher is older than the students." Henggen Laokui asked again: "Why?" The person in charge suddenly said, "Because.

He is a teacher, so he is older ... "Toumeng was finally asked incoherently, and he no longer forced Lao Kui.

The second time, Toumeng asked me for solid geometry. When I was approving the cave in Lin, I learned that my ancestors said that "only women are difficult to raise." Since then, I have always kept in mind that most girls are often abused and are not close to each other. At this time, I simply said to her, "Just introduce an auxiliary line." After the head suddenly, I said, "Why?" I said, "Because some people can't live without auxiliary lines, just like elm bumps." I turned red at the back, but I pretended not to understand and said with a crooked braid, "Thank you." Since then, Toumeng has come to ask me, but he is too humble to ask "why" again.

Besides being fiercer than asking questions, indifference is not taboo in other aspects. When playing volleyball, she not only punched and kicked, but also headed the ball violently. Two locks of long hair are dancing, as if practicing magic whip. When serving, you often swing your arm and the ball disappears. It originally flew from the back of the head to the wall. One day in self-study, she stood on the basketball in front of the podium. As soon as the basketball rolled, she fell down. She twisted her eyebrows when she got up and went up again. As a result, she fell more heavily for the second time before biting her teeth and moving back to her seat. All the boys couldn't help admiring and snickering. Toumeng does have the driving force of "wanting to compete with boys". In the last semester, many students came home later than anyone else, and the winners often stayed up until midnight. Of course, girls can't compete with boys, and the head of the team is no exception. However, Toumeng actually brought her brother to protect her, and she is likely to win the championship. Kobayashi and I encouraged old ni to beat his younger brother, but old ni didn't dare. Finally, we scared the fierce brother and sister away. Later, Toumeng maintained a friendly relationship with our boys. After finishing college in Beijing, she returned to Harbin and entered the ranks of Golden Shield. Her "head cute" specialty really came into play.

"Ermeng" is also a must in our class. She sat in the middle of the first row, and the frequency and intensity of asking questions were second only to Toumeng, so she sat in the second place. But she also has a trick, that is, staring at the teacher in class, as if drawing an auxiliary line between her eyes and the teacher, nodding frequently with the teacher's every move. So her nickname at first was "nodding frequently". Teachers expect students to have a positive and enthusiastic response during lectures, but some students don't understand, some understand, are thinking, and people like Xiao Li and I don't understand, so Er Meng nodded frequently, giving teachers great satisfaction and confidence. Teachers love to ask Er Meng to speak, especially when the head of the delegation raises his hand fiercely. The math teacher Lao Knee likes Er Meng best. Lao Knee is a simple and optimistic Shandong man. He can't see through Ermeng's tricks, and often follows the rhythm of Ermeng's nodding to grasp the progress of the class. As long as Ermeng nods, he will go on, no matter whether others understand or not.

Speaking of exuberance, Lao Teng pointed to Ermeng, who nodded desperately and was full of piety. The other students either gnashed their teeth with anger or trembled with joy. Only the head always holds the unyielding hand, and the two heavy eyebrows are almost twisted together.

Ermeng uses his nodding skills, especially math. He got full marks in several exams and was considered a member of Peking University by Lao Teng. Ermeng also feels good about herself, from often asking for advice from classmates to often accepting suggestions from classmates. However, God is merciless. On the eve of the college entrance examination, something suddenly happened in her house. She also suffered from migraine because she nodded for a long time, which led to her failure in the college entrance examination and later entered a very dissatisfied school. Ermeng refused to admit defeat. She often went to college students in Beijing and Tianjin to talk about her ideals and ambitions, and taught her old classmates a lesson. On the one hand, the old classmates are more considerate of her, on the other hand, they are more afraid of her, because she is passionate and gives directions. From Jiang Qing to Freud, she is ten times more powerful than the fierce "100,000 Why". Only I can deal with her. My way is to keep a straight face and criticize her arrogance mercilessly. Out of self-esteem, she had to accept it honestly.

Criticism, thank you. Another way is to introduce her to friends around me, and I will go away by myself. Er Meng and many of my friends have left each other telephone addresses, and my friends admire me for having such a talented old classmate. In fact, I know that Ermeng has deep regret and sadness in his heart.

Fourth, disrespect for teachers.

Although our generation spent their childhood in the Cultural Revolution, they know how to respect teachers best. Our respect is not superficial courtesy and humility, but heartfelt love and respect. Therefore, our "respect" for teachers is sometimes just "disrespect". We observe the teacher's little moves with great interest, imitate the teacher's pet phrase and give the teacher a nickname. All these make the image of the teacher in our hearts full of flesh and blood, songs and tears, and make the teacher the cutest person in our lives.

Most of the teachers in Harbin No.3 Middle School have both ability and political integrity and are well-known. The more capable people are, the more character they tend to have. When I was in Class 7, my Chinese teacher Liu Guoxiang had a great personality. His lectures are wonderful, humorous and unique, and he is very popular with his classmates. However, he is extremely modest. When talking about the climax, he suddenly asked loudly, "Did I speak well?" The students shouted, "Good!" He asked again, "Is it great?" The students shouted, "Great!" Liu Guoxiang became more and more energetic like a wedding banquet. Sometimes teachers from other provinces and cities come to see classes, but he doesn't know how to converge and is even more unscrupulous. Once before class, he went to the podium and all the students stood up. Instead of saying "Hello, classmates", he raised his right arm and shouted: "Hi, Hitler!" Such a sincere teacher is rare in China, and he left me a lifelong inspiration: to be a teacher, you must first be a sincere person.

Teachers in the eighth and eighth grades generally like our twelve stick monks, but they don't know that the twelve stick monks often have quite no respect for them. Lao Kui, the head teacher, looks lost every day. No matter what achievements his classmates have made, he seldom praises them. I especially like to reprimand girls, always threatening to kick them out if they hide in the house and don't do exercises or are lazy. Girls hate and fear him, and because he rarely threatens boys, they also increase their hatred for boys. However, when we look back at graduation, Lao Kui didn't hit or scold anyone, and how many reprimands and "threats" became delicious memories. For example, many girls are afraid of injections once they get a vaccine and talk in a low voice. Old Kui said, "What's so terrible about that? One by one! " Scared the girls into screaming. Another afternoon, I went to participate in the city's Chinese competition, and my classmates were studying by themselves. Old Kui calmly walked in and wrote a big word on the blackboard: "Kong Dong Qing won the first prize in the city's Chinese competition", then calmly walked out and mixed his left leg and right leg at the door. Going back to school at night, I looked at the big characters on the blackboard, as if I saw Lao Kui's heart.

Lao Teng is a hothead. During the lecture, one word is catching up with another, and the saliva is splashing. I also like to compare pictures in the air, no matter how complicated the geometry is, it seems to be clearly in front of him.