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Xiamen on Sunday, May 24th, 2020 (leap April 2nd)? cloudy day

Diary Planet 15 19 Star Baby, Happy Sunshine (Chapter 20)

Reading Wang Zengqi's essay "Nothing Can't Sit", I mentioned a small painting by Qi Baishi, with the words "Looking back on the past, if you are in your eyes" written by Jin Dongxin. What font is Jin Dong's new style? The first time I heard that, when I was a mother.

? Seeing this font reminds me of high school life, high school teachers, especially teacher Zhang, the head teacher.

? High school, a county No.8 middle school, is located in a rural water town. The scale is not large, it is very simple, and it can be roughly divided into two parts, both of which are bungalows, and there are 6 buildings in memory.

The canteen, dormitory and a clinic are connected in a U-shape, located in the northern part of the western highlands. In the middle of the U-shape is a teaching building, four classrooms and a teacher's office.

In front of the teaching building is a barren depression. Later, after self-reliance, teachers and students used their shoulders to set up a two-story dormitory from Yuanjiang Pier in the south of the school. The second floor is just flush with the teaching building. To the east, a stone bridge connects the teachers' dormitory.

On the west side of the family dormitory, at the end of Shiqiao, there is a canteen, which is a paradise for students after evening self-study.

Male students climbed up the steps, while female students ran across the stone bridge, holding tickets of 1.50 cents, squeezing in the window and buying some sweets or biscuits. There are few kinds of snacks, and the most eaten in the impression is peach crisp. Divide a cookie into several portions and share it with everyone. Take turns to buy, you can spend a few dollars and still satisfy your appetite.

? There is a big ramp behind the dormitory building, which leads directly to two teaching buildings in the east, each of which is also four classrooms and offices. I studied in high school here for four years.

(Senior one, studying in the teaching building in front, you can see the different scenery of the farmland in front, and senior two and senior three are in the teaching building behind)

? Behind the teachers' dormitory is a small playground, side by side with the teaching building behind the east. There is a 200-meter ring race, which is divided into volleyball court and basketball court. All physical education class and school activities are held here.

Impressive activities are women's basketball competition and school singing competition.

There are not many girls in the two classes of arts and sciences. In the basketball game, we will go into battle together. For those of us who have never touched basketball, grabbing the ball is cuddling, which is very funny. I think the corners of my mouth are still rising.

In the singing competition, a male classmate's voice was loud, like the sound of nature, which was shocking. It still seems to haunt me. Unfortunately, this male student was quietly expelled from school. At that time, boys and girls didn't talk much, let alone communicate. Knowing the situation is another semester. It is said that he took a few dollars from his classmates in the dormitory.

This is the place where my high school students lived for four years. Not big, but warm.

Here, I left the laughter and footprints of adolescence.

In the schistosomiasis treatment center behind the school, there is my first black and white photo, which is also graduation photo; In the golden rape field, there are footprints that we chase after dinner, and laughter ripples in the vast sky; On the street opposite the school, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the class teacher took us back from the cinema in the rain, only letting us sleep peacefully, but there was no unforgettable memory of humiliation; Puberty is full of boils, walking on campus, and there are school doctors who have changed jobs from the army, pointing to their faces and persuading them that "this is a dangerous triangle, don't squeeze it with your hands" ... and the teachers in all subjects are even more lovely and pure.

? Political teacher Zhang is the head teacher of our liberal arts class. In my memory, the teacher has dark skin, hoarse voice and bright big eyes. Even though he speaks seriously, his eyes are smiling, so we are not afraid of him. As far as I remember, he never criticized us, which may be one of the reasons why we all respect him. I don't remember the content of the teaching, but there are a few things I have never forgotten.

His heart is full of students. Seeing that we were not good at math, he was more anxious than us and came up with a solution. Discuss with the smiling math teacher all day, and use the evening self-study to make up lessons for us for free.

? His handwriting, unique, strokes, not Lian Bi, angular, posture, at first glance, rambling, overall, and organized. Write it on the blackboard and engrave it in your heart. When I saw Jin Dongxin today, I thought the teacher's font was this.

? His bullying helped me change my wishes. At that time, I was not sensible. Originally, I just wanted to take the train, see the world, and take the college entrance examination, all of which are archaeological geology outside the province. I was growing rice in the field, and I was very happy to hear that I was admitted to the village radio. I thought I got what I wanted. In the afternoon, my sister took me straight to school by bike, at least 40 miles away. I was told to inform my music teacher in my hometown. It was the music teacher who called the village. Only then did I know that I had been admitted to Normal University in advance. Voluntary, without my knowledge, the class teacher has full power to change. I didn't understand it at first, and I was a little disappointed. Later, normal university was free, saving money, and early admission and insurance! I understand his painstaking efforts, feel ashamed of his naivety and rashness, and sincerely thank my teacher for helping me "turn over a new leaf".

No.8 Middle School, my youth, my paradise! Gone forever, only this article is dedicated to the lost youth and lovely teachers!