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I spent my middle school days in Changzhi No.2 Middle School, which is a key middle school in Shanxi Province. At least my peers will be proud to be in No.2 Middle School. Even our parents mentioned that when children went to school in No.2 Middle School, their backs were obviously straighter and their faces were obviously blooming, just like when they mentioned No.4 Middle School and the Middle 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 my alma mater Changzhi No.2 Middle School was just around the corner. I hope I can write an article about the memories of school life. When I answered the teacher's question, my voice trembled with excitement. How can I not be excited after bidding farewell to my 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. It 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 detailed campus life can accommodate more than the length of an article.

I created a new word document in my notebook, thinking that I would recall it well. However, the fingers stopped on the keyboard, and the index fingers of both hands rubbed on F and K for a long time, unable to type a word. There are countless pictures in my mind, neither in order nor by chapter. There are only naive faces and classrooms, playgrounds and fields for spring outing behind these faces. Every teacher's stern and kind eyes, voices and expressions spread out in front of my eyes. I seem to be able to touch those young days that made me laugh, cry, excited, lost, confused and confused, and even take a good breath and go back to that day. I gradually found that these fragmentary memories were gradually 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 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 and practice constantly, making our ordinary junior high school life colorful and full of poetry. You see, many years later, when I think of that past, I am still so excited and look forward to sharing the story of 19 1 with you.

First of all, 19 1 is the worst class in the same grade. There are four classes in our junior middle school, from quiz to cultural and sports competition. We won the fourth place every time in 199 1 year. Other students and teachers often joke that "moral, intellectual, physical and artistic work is the last item." 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 in the guidance office to replace them. This young man is Mr. Zhang. The headmaster only said that he should be the head teacher for one month and watch the students in this class. After the formal head teacher returned to school, his task was completed.

Teacher Zhang is also really obedient. He comes to study by himself every morning and evening, doing routine work, checking whether the discipline is good, whether there is truancy, whispering, fighting and making trouble, and asking nothing about the study and life of this class. Who knows that after Mr. Zhou's holiday, Mr. Zhang had to continue to take a vacation for two months for special reasons, so he had to continue to act as an agent. But this time he counted, two months? One semester can pass. If these children don't herd sheep in this way, who will be at the bottom? 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 what the school requires of him, he is determined to become a real class teacher in 199 1.

As for what the teacher thought that night, we really don't know. But as a result, one year later, 199 1 year, all the competitions won the championship, so that other class teachers were puzzled and asked whether to invite students from sports schools to participate in the 199 1 year sports meeting. Did teacher Zhang bribe the judges of the quiz to reveal the exam questions? Did Mr. Zhang invite the music teacher to dinner for 19 1 to cook? 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 is really interesting. It was not until this summer that I went back to school to have dinner with Mr. Zhang that I realized what an unknown price he paid for that disappointing 199 1 year. A trophy, a medal, a certificate, nothing is not a 100% gold medal.

I want to describe 19 1 classroom with a little pride: the tables and chairs are neat, the floor is clean, the windows are bright, the tables are clean and the air is fresh. A blackboard is no different from other classes, but the slogan above 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 passing!" At the back of the text, 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 some slogans on the wall of Harvard University Library in the first issue of Reader's Digest, and one of them was exactly the same as the slogan above our blackboard. When I saw that sentence, I really wanted to call Mr. Zhang at once and tell him that his words were posted on the wall of Harvard Library.

Teacher Zhang thinks that our grades are not good, and 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, and prepare books and stationery for this class. Because he said that the substitute teacher didn't like 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. He was more energetic when he turned to our blackboard to write. Because the blackboard is always dark and bright. Our wiping method is original and standard, which is a bit like McDonald's training employees to wipe 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. On the shelf, there is always a washbasin filled with clean water and a clean towel made by the students on duty that day. 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, at that time, it took a lot of courage to put such a humanized innovative service concept into practice.

I dare say that year, the whole school didn't have such a poetic slogan and such a refreshing wash basin. Every teacher is happy in class and clean after class. Why don't they like such a lovely class? Two weeks after these measures were implemented, 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 the results of 199 1 year are catching up day by day.

There are only a few small innovations in our classroom. More courage is yet to come! Teacher Zhang feels that our class is lax in discipline 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 not understood and mastered by a group of young pioneers. However, the election results show that the children are convinced of the members of the class Committee of the monitor they elected. Clothing, work will be easy to carry out and unity will be easy to achieve. For example, if a classmate lied, something was lost in the class, and someone was bullied outside the school, the whole class would 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 broken, the environment for students' moral growth will deteriorate. To tell the truth, we really don't understand what the so-called "ethos" is and how important it is to our growth. But less than a month later, we had a high degree of trust in this young teacher who made us proud in the grade.

What's even more amazing is that there are loud songs coming from 19 1 classroom every morning before and after self-study. We sing the same song every day. This song is the theme song of the1988th 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 held by people all over the world. But the theme song of Hand in Hand is melodious, inspiring and catchy. Mr. Zhang, who is in the Fang Gang season, 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 used this song as our class song. It was also from that time that we found that Mr. Zhang was an all-rounder 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 which class has its own class song from primary school to university, and which class can persist in arriving ten minutes early every day for three years just to sing the class song twice? According to the author's research, it has never happened before, at least not 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 melted 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 and 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 teach us 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 events in the sports meeting can use the skills and efforts in daily training to get unexpected good results, and it was then that we realized that methods are more important than efforts. Until today, Internet people especially like to mention "overtaking in corners". My first reaction when I hear these four words is the training scene of junior high school sports meeting. I must immediately learn how to open my right arm with a baton and turn left. ...

As I said just now, although Mr. Zhang is a substitute, he seems to be very proficient. Because we gradually found that during the evening self-study, he could see the mistakes in our English homework and help us find the best solution to the math problem. Gradually, we regard Mr Zhang as an encyclopedia, and we can ask him any questions. I remember one day, the Chinese teacher said after class that you must learn from your teacher Zhang, because he is studying every day. He is rich in knowledge, so it is very difficult to learn. He often asks our Chinese teacher how to remember some words that are easy to mispronounce. He collected many confusing new words like "guarding the enemy" and taught them in jingles, which he will never forget in his life. Not long ago, I just taught my son in the same way: xu (Xu) crossed Shu (Garrison), and Wu (E) was hollow and pronounced rong when crossing. At that time, we may not agree with the evaluation of teachers in China. After all, in a rebellious age, we are interested in everything except learning. But today, when I approached Mr. Zhang's office again, I found the Oxford Dictionary, The Whole Poem of Tang Dynasty, etc. on the bookshelf, and suddenly remembered the evaluation of his Chinese teacher. 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 until late at night when my mother saw 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 the anniversary of her alma mater, 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. Mom 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 shook 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 that you didn't know which classmate it belonged to, and other students took yours and let us use it at home. It has been in our family for twenty years. Don't you write about your picnic? "

"Oh, my God, for twenty years, there was a spoon silently waiting for a memory that I almost forgot." After my mother left my room again, I lost myself 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 Mr. Zhang, the whole class rode bicycles, carrying pots and pans collected from various kitchens and dough and dumpling stuffing 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. Only later did we know 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 held in a group with a clear division of labor. Some people are responsible for digging holes, burying pots and cooking stoves, some people are responsible for collecting firewood to make a fire, some people are responsible for pulling dough, and some people are responsible for wrapping jiaozi. Teacher Zhang led several boys to the village to borrow a kettle to transport water. At that time, the pot for burning firewood wouldn't boil, and it was easy to boil. Jiaozi is in the pot, but he can't boil it. Finally, we ate almost half-cooked jiaozi. Teacher Zhang just looked at us happily and asked for food from one group to another with bowls. Everyone had a good time 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. Because everyone has no experience of living independently, they just put back the number of tableware they brought, regardless of whether they brought it back. I remember that after packing, Jin and Xiaomei and I sang Green Apple Paradise as literary backbones. At that time, a well-off classmate, probably Wang, brought a camera and left valuable images for the picnic. I have to ask Wang Zaiqing if you still have any photos when the school starts.

After the picnic, I suddenly realized that eating rice is not so easy. I never yelled at my mother after school.

As my mother said, this is 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 my classmates remember that happy experience when they saw and used these spoons.

Mr. Zhang only served as the head teacher for three months, but with the efforts of the whole class, they 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 where Mr. Zhang was the head teacher in his teaching career. 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 silence of the 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 limited space, I can't bear to take up 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 teachers! I want to say sincerely again, No.2 Middle School, my alma mater! Please accept the gratitude 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 most beautiful wealth in our life!

I want to give this document to every student in 199 1 year, to the lovely teacher Zhang Laicheng and to my dear alma mater!

Day 20 of Day Camp of Endless 365 Extreme Challenge