To my old school

The tall and wide school gate and the eye-catching red lettered door plate tell me that this is you - my alma mater after more than 30 years of absence - let's call you my old school, because the appearance in front of me is so unfamiliar. , the original you could not touch, it was just a phantom. Seeing you feels like meeting a long-lost relative and friend, and my heart is filled with warmth and ecstasy. It’s like falling into your arms for the first time, but there is just an extra layer of emotion and lingering feelings in my heart.

Strolling along the flat cement playground, you come face to face with an ocher-red three-story teaching building, which decorates your beauty like a gorgeous skirt. The flowers and plants planted around must be the embroidery on your skirt. . Climbing up the stairs from the back of the building, the long steps are like a spine that runs up and down. Square and neat school buildings are arranged on both sides in an orderly manner. Brightly colored placards and posters are hung on the outer walls, highlighting the historical heritage and campus culture. The courtyard here is like your heart. I feel your beating pulse. Living in it is as comfortable as a baby nestled on its mother's chest. Continue to go up the steps. The building at the top is unique. The protruding red gabled roof hall in the middle cuts a flat-roofed building into two. From the front, it looks like a huge open book, which records the passage of time. The history of the old school's ups and downs; also like a young eagle flapping its wings, always waiting for the moment when the horn plays, flying into the wind into the vast blue sky.

Standing at the highest point and overlooking the campus, you can have a panoramic view of the campus style, which is dazzlingly set off by the surrounding residential buildings. It is best described as "standing out among the chickens". Is this the old school I’ve dreamed of thousands of times? Who is the one who has superb skills and used delicate beauty knives to completely carve your appearance? You are no longer what you used to be, and I am no longer who I was back then. Only the two white pine trees above, carved with vicissitudes of life and towering into the sky, are still independent from the world. In the passing years, they silently send many hopes and blessings to the new generation. Groups of students come and go.

I can’t help crying as I think about how time flies. I raised my head and asked the tree, where is my teacher now? In order to help the students memorize the 26 English letters, the International Phonetic Alphabet, and difficult-to-pronounce words, the naive-looking substitute English teacher in a military green uniform blocked us at the door of the small classroom many times and tested each of us one by one until the dusk. Only after Chui passed the inspection was he allowed to go home. There is also the humorous Chinese teacher, who seems to have a wealth of knowledge. In the lecture on "The Story of the Nuclear Boat", he explained the image of the Buddha's seal so vividly, vividly and interestingly that the students in the audience laughed but did not dare to laugh. And, there's more. A math teacher who is the same age as my uncle, his lectures are so contagious. His logical language explains abstract and rational mathematical knowledge in a very interesting way, which invisibly captures people's hearts. Solving equations and factoring is like teaching children. We built building blocks, layer by layer, interlocking, with ease; after him, I seemed to have no interest in learning mathematics. "One hundred feet of bamboo, one step further", this is the comment the teacher wrote to me with a red pen. The homemade notebook on glossy paper turned into dust, and my math teacher also disappeared without a trace. Who would have known that those eight gentle Like small words on silk, they have warmth, weight, and power. They are a bright red seal engraved in my life.

The respected teachers of the past are hard to meet again, but I remember them; every young man who came out of the old school will miss them even when his hair turns into frost; those two tall and straight trees Ancient pine, why is it not the holy soul of the master? His character and spirit have been rooted in this land and in the hearts of everyone who has grown up here.

Looking up at the ancient pine trees, I remembered the braids, ponytails, and pigtails that had been photographed under the tree, as well as the village girls’ colorful flowered gowns, laughing and joking, pushing and shoving, and standing shy in front of the camera. The scene of taking photos on the ground is vaguely visible. Those naughty boys wearing coarse cloth and Jiefang shoes. Originally, boys and girls did not dare to speak, and the boundaries were clearly defined, but they secretly played tricks and pranks. The broom was caught on the top of the classroom door. As soon as the door opened, it fell down and hit a little girl. Everyone in the room burst into laughter. The timid girl went back to her seat with a red face and lowered her head in embarrassment. When she met the aggressive person, Naturally, he cursed loudly, glared, turned his head and angrily reported to the teacher. The plot of the 38th line drawn with chalk is played out every day. I scratch it, scratch it, it’s yours and mine, it’s hard to tell the difference between right and wrong... As time goes by, things are neither people nor things. I miss my classmates. Love makes me laugh when I recall it. I will never forget that "abominable" boy from the first grade of junior high school who was on duty with me, carrying water from the playground to the classroom in the upper courtyard. He acted seriously all the way, but when he was brushing the blackboard, he deliberately misbehaved and smeared my cheeks with blackboard ink. I became angry but stupid. Not daring to fight back, I endured the humiliation and fetched water from the bucket in the corner to wash away the ink stains. I was secretly glad that school was over and no one saw my embarrassment.

From then on, I became disgusted with male students. But I am grateful to the boy who helped me while collecting firewood. When he went to the distant mountains to collect firewood for the school, he was the only person willing to cooperate with me, who was so skinny; when he went to the mountains to chop firewood, I helped him look after the truck outside, and he gave me a bundle of firewood, and I barely completed the tasks set by the class. .

I vaguely remember older people saying that the school was formerly an ancient temple called Puzhao Temple. When a group of elves entered the classroom and became students, it was sunshine instead of Buddha's light that shone here. Before and after class, the chanting slogans of "Study hard and make progress every day" and "Be united and tense, serious and lively" were heard in each classroom, replacing the curling chants. Sutra sound. The old school is simple and unpretentious. Earthen tile-roofed houses, earthen courtyards, playgrounds with sand and gravel mats, bluestone roads on both sides of the campus, bluestone steps several feet high in the center of the campus, wooden blackboards, mottled desks, a few table tennis tables...classrooms There is no glass in the window panes, and in winter when the wind is blowing and the freezing temperature is unbearable, the teacher stops the class and asks the students to stamp their feet, "papapapa...", and the classroom is suddenly filled with heat, and the coldness flies to the sky. A well on the corner of the playground below supports hundreds of teachers and students in the school, especially the students who have a long way to go home at noon. A thin string is tied to the neck of the glass bottle, and a bottle of cold water is shaken up, and the steamed buns are brought. Eat and drink with relish, it is as sweet as children drinking Mengniu pure milk today. At that time, we really didn’t know what suffering was, as long as we had a full stomach and had fun; the campus was simple, but we were all happy birds.

The two ancient white pine trees in the upper courtyard are the symbol of the old school; the tall acacia trees surrounding the campus are the most beautiful scenery of the old school. In the spring, the acacia flowers are covered with snow, and in the summer, there is shade everywhere, and in the winter, there are many trees. The pods of the tree rustle in the wind, and together with the sound of reading, it becomes beautiful music on campus in winter. The school may seem poor, but blood flows through the body. The seemingly barren old school uses its broad mind to accommodate children from different families and different temperaments, and uses love to ignite the dreams in the children's hearts in the difficult years, and also creates a specific The character of the children of the era.

Thirty years of ups and downs have transformed the old school into a beautiful place, but I believe that the secular world cannot invade your bones. You will always be the cradle of the spread of knowledge and the birthplace of excellence. I like your name and the beautiful you in front of me, but I love you even more in the past - you at that time were too pure and simple.