From 365 to the 20th day of junior high school, my youth prequel.

I spent my middle school days in Changzhi No.2 Middle School, which is the focus of Shanxi Province. At least my peers will be proud to be in No.2 Middle School. Even our parents mentioned that when children go to school in No.2 Middle School, their backs are obviously straighter and their faces are obviously flowery, just like when they mentioned No.4 Middle School and the High School Attached to Beijing People's Congress.

One weekend a few years ago, I hid in a place with no signal in the suburbs of Beijing for the summer. As a result, I received a short message from the head teacher of junior high school when I came back. I couldn't wait to call the teacher, only to know that the celebration of Changzhi No.2 Middle School, my alma mater, was just around the corner. I hope I can write an article about the memories of school life. When I answered the teacher, my voice trembled with excitement. How can you not be excited after bidding farewell to your alma mater for nearly 20 years? As long as I mention No.2 Middle School, I am still full of pride, not only because No.2 Middle School itself is a key middle school, but also because it has the best time in my life, which has brought me infinite enlightenment and wealth. Is the real starting point of my so-called short life.

When I came home from the suburbs, I was sleepy and disappeared in an instant. After dinner, I opened my notebook and got ready to start work. Rainbow-like youth and campus life full of details can be accommodated more than the length of an article.

I created a new word document in my notebook, thinking that I would recall it luxuriously. But my fingers stopped on the keyboard, and my forefinger rubbed on F and K for a long time, and I couldn't type a word. There are countless pictures in my mind, neither in order nor in chapter. There are only childish faces and classrooms, playgrounds and fields for spring outing behind these faces. Every teacher's stern and kind eyes, voice and expression spread out in front of my eyes. I seem to be able to touch those young times that made me laugh, cry, be excited, be lost, be confused, be confused, even breathe smoothly, and return to that period. I gradually found that these fragmentary memories slowly focused and gathered in a class group called 19 1, which made the three years of junior high school so wonderful and shining.

All this is due to a passionate and maverick young acting class teacher. He is the teacher Zhang Laicheng who texted me.

Now that I think about it, Teacher Zhang was only twenty-four or five years old. In the eyes of a group of eleven or twelve-year-old children, of course, he is still a respected teacher, but the most attractive thing about this teacher is that in that era when it was not popular and did not advocate innovation, he led us to innovate constantly and made our ordinary junior high school life colorful and poetic. You see, many years later, I am still so excited when I think of that past, and I look forward to sharing the story of 19 1 with you.

First of all, 19 1 is the worst class in the same grade. Our four classes in junior high school, from quiz to cultural and sports competition, were ranked fourth every time in 9 1 year. Other students and teachers often joke that "moral, intellectual, physical and artistic work is the last one." Our reputation is so bad that the students of class 9 1 always look a little inferior. However, at the critical time of the beginning of a semester, our head teacher and math teacher took a long vacation again, and the principal temporarily found a young man to take the place in the guidance office. This young man is Mr. Zhang. The headmaster only said that he should act as the head teacher for one month and keep an eye on the students in this class. When the formal head teacher returns to school, his task will be completed.

Teacher Zhang is also really obedient. He studies by himself every morning and evening, doing routine work, checking whether the discipline is good or not, skipping classes, whispering, fighting and making trouble, and asking nothing about the study and life of this class. Who knows that Mr. Zhou's holiday is over, and Mr. Zhang will continue to take a vacation for two months for special reasons, so he has to continue to act as an agent. But this time he calculated, two months? One semester can pass. If these children don't herd sheep in this way, who will be the last? Teacher Zhang thought, no, I should do something for them. After a sleepless night, Mr. Zhang completely changed his original attitude and ideas. No matter how the school asked him, he made up his mind to be a real class teacher in 199 1 year.

As for what the teacher thought that night, we really don't know. However, one year later, 199 1 year, all the competitions won the championship, so that other class teachers were puzzled and asked if students from sports schools were invited to participate in the 199 1 year sports meeting. Did teacher Zhang bribe the judges of the quiz to reveal the exam questions? Is teacher Zhang inviting the music teacher to dinner for 19 1 cooking? In particular, some teachers have always believed that when we invited off-campus students to participate in the relay race, the most promising project in their class also lost to 19 1. Now that I think about it, it's really interesting. It was not until I went back to school to have dinner with Mr. Zhang this summer that I realized how unknown he paid for that disappointing 199 1 year. A trophy, a medal and a certificate, all of which are not 100% gold medals.

I want to describe it with a little pride 19 1 classroom: the tables and chairs are neat, the floor is clean, the windows are bright and clean, and the air is fresh. A blackboard is no different from other classes, but the slogan on the blackboard is very interesting: it is not a cliche like "study hard and make progress every day", but a modern style "look, time is running out!" Behind the word, there is a Kangba quartz clock bought by a class fee. When studying at night, the classroom is surprisingly quiet. I can really hear the ticking of the second hand of the quartz clock. I believe that every student's concept of time at that time was unconsciously cultivated by this tick. Interestingly, I saw several slogans on the wall of Harvard University Library in the first issue of Reader's Digest, one of which is exactly the same as the one above our blackboard. Seeing that sentence, I really want to call Mr. Zhang at once and tell him that his words are posted on the wall of Harvard Library.

Teacher Zhang thinks that our grades are not good, so we should try to get some cooking stoves from our teachers first. He is a geography teacher himself. He believes that the mood of substitute teachers directly affects the quality of classes. Therefore, Mr. Zhang asked us to enter the classroom two minutes before the bell rang to prepare books and stationery for this class. Because he said that the substitute teacher didn't like to hear the sound of books scratching when he came in, he asked other classes to prepare books for his class in advance.

When the teacher stepped onto the platform, the monitor Ji Jingyu clearly shouted "Stand up", and everyone stood up neatly and loudly "Hello, teacher!" It echoed inside and outside the classroom, and then the whole class sat down with a "wow" and there was no sound anymore. At this time, the teacher's mood has entered a state. And when he turned to our blackboard to write, he was full of energy. Because that blackboard is always black and bright. Our wiping method is original and standard, which is a bit like McDonald's trainers wiping tables now. We should clean it with an eraser first, and then wipe off the residual dust with a semi-dry and semi-wet towel, so that the blackboard will glow with ink, so that the teacher in class will have a strong desire to write when picking up chalk, just like a calligrapher facing clean rice paper. After a class, the teacher was refreshed and didn't feel tired at all. However, the surprise continues. There is a wooden frame on the left side of our podium. There is always a washbasin filled with clean water and a clean towel made by the students on duty that day on the shelf. Washballs, towels and soap are all paid for by the class. Every teacher will be loudly reminded by the students in the front row when he leaves the podium: teacher, please wash your hands before you leave. You know, in those days, it took a lot of courage to put such a humanized and innovative service concept into practice.

I dare say that year, there was no such poetic slogan and no such refreshing washbasin in the whole school. Every teacher is happy in class and clean after class. Do they have any reason not to like such a lovely class? Two weeks after the implementation of these measures, Mr. Zhang proudly told us that when he was correcting homework in the teacher's office, he heard several teachers say, "I especially like 19 1 class, and their students are very energetic." "Me too. As soon as I entered their class, I was very happy and could wash my hands. " Our mental outlook has infected our teachers, who naturally teach more and more wonderful classes, so 199 1 year is catching up day by day.

There are only a few small innovations in our classroom. More courage is yet to come! Teacher Zhang thinks our class is sloppy and lacks cohesion. As an experienced person, he knows the importance of team spirit for a person to enter the society. So he tried his best to strengthen our cohesion and exercise our team spirit. He boldly decided that we should spontaneously and democratically elect all the members of the class committee, because the students are together all day and know each other better. That was impossible in the school at that time, and the true meaning of the word "democracy" was beyond the understanding and mastery of a group of young pioneers. However, the election results show that the children are convinced of the members of the class Committee of the squad leader they elected. Clothing, work will be easy to carry out, and unity will be easy to achieve. For example, if a classmate lies, something is lost in class, and someone is bullied by his classmates outside school, the whole class will be filled with indignation. Teacher Zhang finally tried the case himself to find out anything suspicious. He said that the atmosphere of a class is very important. If the atmosphere is bad, the environment for students' moral growth will deteriorate. To tell the truth, we really didn't understand what the so-called "ethos" was and how important it was to our growth. But less than a month later, we had a high degree of trust in this young teacher who made our grade proud.

What's even more amazing is that loud songs come from 19 1 classroom every morning before and after self-study. We sing the same song every day. The song is the theme song of 1988 Seoul Olympic Games. At that time, we didn't understand the charm of the Olympic Games at all, except that it was a sports meeting jointly held by people all over the world. But the theme song of Hand in Hand is melodious, inspiring and catchy. Teacher Zhang, who is in the season of Fang Gang, is keenly aware that there is a valuable power in this song, which can best help us strengthen our collective cohesion.

So he had a whim and took this song as our class song. It was also from then on that we found that Mr. Zhang was a generalist. He recited the music, translated the lyrics and taught us to sing the English version of Hand in Hand. Dear classmates and alumni, I dare to ask you, from primary school to university, which class has its own class song, and which class can persist in arriving ten minutes early and leaving ten minutes late every day for three years just to sing the class song twice? According to the author's research, this matter has never happened before, at least in Changzhi No.2 Middle School. The classic melody and lyrics of Hand in Hand are still catchy to me.

"The flame will never go out, and the memory that the past years can't erase ... we are holding hands and heart to heart ... Success belongs to you, failure belongs to you, and forgetting that success and failure will always belong to you; Friendship can't be swayed, joy will never move, forget success and failure, and victory will always belong to you! "

Our understanding of success or failure and friendship has been integrated into life with this song sentence by sentence.

Speaking of "September 19", just as how the school sports meeting changed from weak to strong, it should be attributed to Mr. Zhang's indomitable scientific enterprising spirit. We later learned that when he found his best friend Yang Xiangmin, he was already a professional sports coach. Teacher Zhang asked him to guide us on how to train scientifically, how to use our own strength scientifically, how to use corner skills to surpass our opponents in the 400-meter race and so on. Later, we found that all sports events can make use of the skills and efforts in daily training to achieve unexpected good results. It was only then that we realized that methods are more important than efforts. Until today, Internet people especially like to mention "overtaking in corners". The first reaction to hearing these four words is the training scene of junior high school sports meeting. You should immediately learn how to open your right arm and turn left with a baton. ...

As I said just now, although Mr. Zhang took the place of geography class, he seems to be very proficient. Because we gradually found that he could see the mistakes in our English homework during the evening self-study and help us find the best solution to the math problems, gradually, we regarded Mr. Zhang as an encyclopedia and could ask him for advice on any topic. I remember one day, the Chinese teacher said after class that you must learn from your teacher Zhang, because he keeps learning every day. He is rich in knowledge, so he studies hard. He often asks our Chinese teacher how to remember some words that are easy to mispronounce. He collected a lot of confusing new words such as "guarding against the enemy" and taught them in jingles, which he will never forget. Not long ago, I just taught my son: Xu (Xu) crosses Shu (Shu), Wu (E) is hollow, and Rong (Rong) pronounces across times. At that time, we may not agree with the Chinese teacher's evaluation. After all, at the rebellious age, I am interested in everything except learning. But today, when I approached Mr. Zhang's office again, I found the Oxford dictionary, all Tang poems and so on on on the bookshelf, and suddenly remembered his Chinese teacher's evaluation at the beginning. He really didn't stop studying every day. Isn't it the most precious wealth in our life to understand and implement this spirit?

I wrote late into the night, and my mother saw that the light in my room was still on. She knocked at the door and asked me why I didn't sleep. I told her that she was writing junior high school memories for her alma mater's anniversary, and she came in and said:

"Well, it's worth writing, but go to bed early and have to work tomorrow. Would you like something to drink? "

"No-but a cup of coffee, thank you very much!"

"Coffee? Are you still sleeping? " Actually, I know my mother turned away and went to the kitchen to make coffee for me.

When she came to the room again with a cup of fragrant coffee, she suddenly waved the spoon in her hand and asked me:

"Do you remember this spoon?"

"Is it a spoon? Old spoon, haven't you always liked to use it? "

"I guess you forgot, this is the only picnic you've ever had since you were so big, and you brought it back. At that time, you said you didn't know which classmate it was, and other students took yours, so let us use it at home. It has been in our family for twenty years. Don't you write about your picnic? "

"My God, for twenty years, there was a spoon waiting silently for a memory that I almost forgot." After my mother left my room again, I was lost in thought in the notebook screen.

One morning that summer, the sky was blue, the wind was light, the birds were singing and the leaves were happy.

Under the leadership of Teacher Zhang, the whole class rode bicycles, carrying pots and pans collected from various kitchens and the dough and dumplings prepared the night before, starting from the back door of the school, and riding all the way to Nanzhai on the outskirts of Changzhi with great excitement. We came to an unknown river with a small forest on the shore. Later we learned that the teacher had found this interesting place for us in advance.

After many years, I can't count many details of that picnic one by one. I only remember that the picnic was in a group with a clear division of labor. Some people are responsible for digging holes, burying pots and cooking stoves, collecting firewood and making fires, pulling dough and wrapping jiaozi. Teacher Zhang led several boys to the village to borrow a kettle to carry water. At that time, the firewood-burning pot wouldn't boil, and it was easy to boil. Jiaozi went into the pot and couldn't boil it. Finally, we ate almost half-cooked jiaozi. Teacher Zhang just looked at us happily, holding bowls and asking for food from one group to another. Everyone had a good time eating together. After dinner, the boys went to the river and forgot whether to swim or catch mussels. As for the girls, they just clean up. Since everyone has no experience of living independently, they just put back the number of tableware they brought, whether they brought it back or not. I remember that after cleaning up, Jin and Xiaomei and I, as literary backbones, sang "Green Apple Paradise". At that time, a classmate from a well-off family, probably Wang, brought a camera and left valuable images for the picnic. I have to ask Wang if you still have those photos when he celebrated at school.

After coming back from that picnic, I suddenly understood that the meal was not so delicious, and I never yelled at my mother all the time when I came home from school.

As my mother said, it was the only picnic experience in my life from primary school to university campus. When I picked up the stainless steel spoon to stir my coffee again, I couldn't help crying. I think other students should have many such spoons at home. Maybe they have been here for many years. I wonder if the students remember that happy experience when they saw and used these spoons.

Mr. Zhang has been the head teacher for only three months, but with the efforts of the whole class, he wrote to the headmaster asking him to continue to be our head teacher. The children got the support of the headmaster as they wished, and he officially appointed Mr. Zhang as our head teacher. Later, we learned that "19 1" was the only class that Mr. Zhang taught as a head teacher. So far, Mr Zhang Can has named almost all the students in our class. He personally practiced a truth with sincerity and wisdom: the potential of children is unlimited. From the bottom to the champion, 19 1 1 is a warm and beautiful miracle!

The past is vivid, vivid in the dead of night.

It's two o'clock in the middle of the night and I'm wide awake. I could have written more. However, due to the limitation of space, I can't bear to occupy too much precious space in the essay for the celebration of the school, because I believe that every student in No.2 Middle School has something to say to his alma mater and our beloved teacher! I want to say sincerely again, No.2 Middle School, my alma mater! Please accept the thanks of a graduate who has been hiding for 20 years. This feeling will not fade with the passage of time. This feeling will be the best wealth in our life!

I want to give this document to every student in the class of 9 1, to the lovely teacher Zhang Laicheng and to my dear alma mater!

Day 20 of 365 Extreme Challenge Day Camp without Ring