In those sunny days

At the foot of Zhongming Mountain, Baixia is in the city.

Zhong xiu, long-lasting love in Bishan.

No.1 middle school. Kindness is like a mother's title.

No.1 Middle School, you will be the complex of my life!

Time is really in a hurry. Like other gentlemen, we have been waving goodbye to high school for years. In the past few years, with No.1 Middle School as the center and the axis wing as the radius, we have been unevenly distributed to different foreign countries in China, both inside and outside Yunnan, and embarked on a journey with a lonely courage and a unique immature face of high school students, becoming travelers in our respective lives, going to further places, enjoying more wonderful scenery and meeting them.

The motherland is beautiful, no matter where you are, you can appreciate it in your heart. However, under your face, there are good and evil. Simple us, it is difficult to cope with this difficult world. The more difficult the situation is now, the more I miss that sunny day. Under the crack of the shade, the sun shines on the playful bright yellow school uniform, smiling brightly. Safe. Innocent. At that time, we felt that the time of youth was very long and painful, and now it is very beautiful to miss it. Time is really a good thing, er ... No, it's also a bad thing. Because, really, really can't go back

I remember that in the world, Jing M.Guo's Tiny Times was still crying for female students, Zhao Lei was still an unknown singer, and knights and warriors had not yet started to die. As for me, in the first year of high school, the schoolmasters were busy studying hard and hungry for knowledge! And scum like me, if people are hungry, I am a weak chicken (? _? ) ... busy with games and basketball, playing with girls, eating and waiting for death. Ha ha! Looking back now, I really didn't understand at that time. Too young and too simple! In the blink of an eye, I finished my senior one. What I remember most about senior one is the May 4th performance held in the lecture hall that year. At that time, I thought our friends were really awesome. From choreography, music editing, dance rehearsal to performance, only a few people do it all by themselves. In the exhibition competition, they forced the audience to detonate the ghost dance and won the second place. The first place is folk dance. Haha, I forgot to mention it. Our dance is a girl's "Girls' Generation" and a boy's axe dance (a passage in Master Xing's "Kung Fu"), but as a new generation of good young people in the motherland, in response to the call of the party, we changed the axe into a hammer symbolizing the working class, haha, brain tonic. Shy face)

I am a sophomore and like liberal arts (ah bah! I went to the liberal arts class led by Shi Mingzhu because of the physicochemical lettuce. Teacher Shi is generous and cheerful, but he is serious and responsible. Thank you very much for her contribution to our class 224! When I came to the magic class this year, I naturally met a group of magic students. In the liberal arts class, there are few boys, so I can barely live in a dormitory. Naturally, there are also students who learn to bully, scum and dick, and there are also people who learn to bully Zhou, the first of the four outstanding Zhou officials, surnamed Cao. How far have you learned to bully? Ladies and gentlemen, have you ever seen the night at four o'clock in the morning in No.1 Middle School? Generally speaking, in the math class of our class, we are all doing nothing. As long as the teacher asks questions, only Cao answers them. Teachers and students come and go, mountains and rivers flow, horses meet Bole, and bosom friends are hard to find ... Ahem, then this class has nothing to do with us melon eaters ... Speaking of eloquence, thank you for letting me know what literature is. The chat content in room 307 of our dormitory can definitely be written as an encyclopedia. Generally, the most talked about in boys' dormitories are basketball games and girls' greetings. As a male dormitory for liberal arts students, we are not so vulgar, from the policies of departments such as history, diplomacy, science and technology, education, to the techniques of farming, cooking, digging holes and so on. As the saying goes, we often walk by the river, so we can't get our shoes wet. It's not once or twice that our dormitory was arrested by Master La ... I remember that one night, the lights went out, and Mr. Zhao's standard mantra was read several times, and the brothers all rested. I don't know who mentioned that they wanted to eat fish ... and then the topic blew up. Everyone of them was talking about how to make fish delicious. Some say it's the best fried, while others say it's better steamed. Of course, I think it's better to eat fish in the sea. It's just smaller and more! !

Everyone: poof …

Then there are really a few people who have been arguing about whether sharks sting or not, and some people tease fat people one after another …

It was not until I attracted Laye Jr. (forgive me for my senior year) that I realized the fact that the two butlers were not father and son. ￣ ? ￣? ) magical brain circuit ...) ...

Then of course: get dressed and stand up! Hurry up!

So you guys went downstairs disheveled and played around, and you didn't forget to blame the fat man when you walked.

"Fat man, what to eat shark meat? ! This is something wrong with eating! " Then a stomachache ...

I remember being punished for standing in the open space in front of the garbage truck. Summer is a bit sultry, and the smell of garbage is a bit strong! Of course, I was caught without being reprimanded or admonished. Then, the house manager asked me a few standard questions, and asked me why I said small words. The dog brother in our dormitory started his magic skill with a county accent-Hu Kan!

"How happy can you be to stay up all night discussing what you can discuss?"

"I'm sorry, teacher, I can't sleep on a hot day. We are discussing how to cook fish delicious. "

"Is cooking delicious?" "Boiled fish, first of all, fish is better ... (In view of the fact that Brother Dog can fool too much, ten thousand words are omitted here = (*))"

Anyway, the result was that Brother Dog and Little Grandpa talked more and more enthusiastically, and a group of people from our dormitory joined in behind, which made the housemaster happy. He smiled and told his brothers, "Go up and have a good sleep, want to eat fish, and eat at home on holiday." When we came back that night, we really slept well. Ha ha.

Now that I think about it, my buddies in my dormitory must have quoted the famous saying of Li Yunlong, the head of the independent regiment: "You boy, you are a fucking genius! ! "

"Why is the flood called a flood? When there was a flood in the village that year, Dashui was born in our village before I was sensible. Dashui is diligent, but he has a bad brain. When the man got married and the woman got married, he took a small show in the village next door that was equally diligent and had a bad brain ... "This is a series of documentaries" The Story of the Big Water and the Small Show "by Liu Schwarzenegger. The ending of this story seems to be gone, because Master Liu devoted himself to the great cause of socialist construction after graduating from high school and went to Dongguan to work hard.

"1934, when the Central Red Army started the Long March and climbed the snowy mountains and crossed the grassland, your father and I were comrades-in-arms, and your father was starving. If I didn't risk my life to cook a belt for your father and save his life, why did you dance with me? " This is the standard format, time, place, people and events of dormitory communication. Absolutely in line with history and can make people laugh.

The sweet-scented osmanthus on the table tennis table bloomed again and again. Senior two, liberal arts students, in a word, back! Whenever the setting sun shines obliquely, the shadow of the eternal sculpture is elongated. At this time, our liberal arts students began to stroll in the garden in front of the teaching building or in the reading corridor, or recite happily or with thoughtful eyes. When Mr. Shi was away, some naughty people secretly ran to the table tennis table for an exciting game. Anyway, as soon as I entered the campus in the afternoon, Lang Lang's reading sound squeezed into my ears. Once my uncle sent me to school, and when I heard the sound of reading, I praised Yizhong for saying that this is the ethos that a scholar should have! I was full of pride.

In a blink of an eye, the second year of high school is also over in a flash. I remember the last dinner, which was eaten in a fish shop run by Daoxiao Noodles master "Lao Dao". There were too many people in the shop, so we sat in the street. During the dinner, we sang loudly and read aloud, but I didn't see you. How did the water of the Yellow River go out of heaven and enter the ocean, which is gone forever ... Who has joys and sorrows, the moon is full and sunny, what Yang Yi hasn't met, caressing Lingyun and feeling sorry for herself, and there is a clock. ..... The former should shout and the latter should. All our favorite masterpieces were recited by us, and the ancients were very interested in it.

There is no wine at the dinner party. But someone's eyes are red. I'm actually a little drunk. Indulge in the unique romance of China liberal arts students!

"Mom eggs! Hey, you are a senior! " This is the only thing I want to say when I see young men with flat heads and brand-new school uniforms. At the edge of the stadium, we flew around with books, and people's balls flew around the stadium. It's really shameful to be young. I can only say: It's good to be young!

In senior three, the number of Chinese make-up classes was a bit miserable, but this year, Chinese make-up classes are led by Mr. Xiao, and teachers in all subjects are experts in No.1 Middle School, so more than a dozen students in our liberal arts class have made up Chinese make-up classes and formed a new group with students in senior three and senior four, so I will fill in the number by the way.

Senior three, a little bitter! Lack of sleep, Alexander! The college entrance examination was synonymous with fear in those days.

I think when I first entered school, newborn calves were not afraid of tigers and were pretentious. I thought I was a hero in the world, and I thought it was easy to get into college. As a result, under the bombardment of a test paper in the last semester of senior three, I looked at the bleak report card and the score line of my favorite university ... Hero? Excuse me. Wash and sleep!

Senior three, poor. Fortunately, there will be joy in pain! The classroom of our cram school is on the top floor of the old teaching building. The most relaxing thing is that several buddies are lying on the guardrail in front of the classroom, talking about everything, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, or looking at the sky with high visibility in Binchuan: roaring planes, birds on and off, and amazing fire clouds in the evening. The teacher will make us relax as much as possible, such as singing and playing games. At that time, everyone liked to listen to Kang, nicknamed "One China and Contemporary", sing Zhao Lei's "Southern Girl", and thanked him for his singing, which accompanied us through that depressing senior three.

It is a great honor for me to meet a group of good teachers who have worked hard for us in No.1 Middle School and No.3 Middle School.

Xiao Jianguo, our old classmate and geography teacher, is usually unsmiling, worried about the country and the people, and has a face of government. However, we have a cheerful face in class, and occasionally telling a cold joke can make our stomachache. I remember one evening self-study, and it was not far from the college entrance examination. The boss may be a little drunk. He came to the classroom and told us about his experiences for most of his life, from his family background to some life setbacks after work. Speaking of softness, the boss was in tears, and the students were fascinated.

"Tell you this, I hope you can get some experience from my life. Most of you are children born in rural areas, and reading is your only way out. Work hard! Change your destiny! "

Thanks for the boss's teaching. I hope the boss will always be young and full of positive energy! Judging from the boss's black hair, you will never believe that he is already a grandfather with grandchildren, haha! )

Our elegant Chinese teacher, Mr. Zhang, if there is one word to describe it, it is "respected" more appropriate! It is truly valuable for a teacher to stimulate students' thirst for knowledge and guide them in the right direction through his own personality charm and cultural accomplishment. "peaches and plums are self-sufficient." I believe that among the students in No.1 Middle School, there are many "believers" and fans of Teacher Zhang! I feel very lucky. For three years in high school, I was a disciple of Teacher Zhang. In the first year of senior high school, Mr. Zhang gave us an impassioned recitation of The Grand View Building in Kunming. I still remember it clearly. It is through teacher Zhang's explanation and appreciation that we really remember this "the first long couplet in the world" that is not written! When I was a sophomore, my Chinese teacher was not Mr. Zhang, but it happened that in this year, Mr. Zhang took advantage of his break to open a calligraphy interest class for free, which was a smash hit and enriched the study life of a middle school student. I also went to the old face. Regarding calligraphy, Teacher Zhang told us that perseverance is the most important thing. If a teacher has no chores, he must practice every day. Now he has persisted for more than ten years. The teacher's work is between scales, and the bottom of the pen is full of dragons and snakes But as long as there are students asking questions, everyone comes. I've been studying with my teacher for almost a year. I'm stupid, but I haven't gained much. In the third year of high school, Mr. Zhang was appointed as a Chinese teacher, and I happened to go to a cram school. Therefore, Teacher Zhang spent an unforgettable senior three day with us. Mr Zhang worships China tradition, and his idols are Qu Yuan and Su Shi. Whenever I read their works, such as Li Sao and Fu on the Red Wall, the teacher always tells their experiences, whether Qu Yuan was detained or five poems.

For high school students' puppy love, I believe that most teachers will hit Yuanyang, but Teacher Zhang is different. He tried to explain to us what love is. Teachers sometimes choose an extracurricular love poem to tell us and tell the story behind it. What I remember deeply is the beautiful love between Cui Hu and the woman who "peach blossoms set each other off today last year", and between Lu You and talented woman Tang Wan. "Although Meng Shan is there, it is hard to believe this book." Sorrow is wasted. There is even Su Dongpo's heartbroken sentence, "Moonlit night, short Songshan Mountain, a lonely grave thousands of miles away, nowhere to be sad." The sad thoughts behind his wife's death. These short stories not only enrich our literary accomplishment, but also make us yearn for and look forward to the sincere feelings of the ancients. Sometimes teacher Zhang will sprinkle a handful of dog food and tell his love story with his lover, and we are happy to eat a big mouthful of dog food. Seriously, in this impetuous society, the concept of marriage and love taught by teachers really benefited us a lot. And teacher Zhang will give us an episode of China on the Tip of the Tongue every once in a while. Whenever the picture cuts into the exquisite and attractive food scene, we always say "Wow!" Then after the evening self-study, I hurried to the barbecue stall at the school gate to eat a few strings, then went back to the dormitory to brush the questions on the bed and eat delicious food. Ha ha. There is another interesting thing. Once our dormitory was late for early reading and was punished by the teacher on duty. We went to the classroom to apologize to teacher Zhang. Teacher Zhang didn't blame us. After learning that we got up late because the bell we could hear in the stairwell was too small, the next day he gave our dormitory the alarm clock for his daughter to study. Thank you very much, teacher. We really haven't been late. I will cherish that alarm clock forever.

Modest gentleman, gentle as jade. Teachers should be role models for all students in our No.1 Middle School!

I am glad to meet so many good teachers: Peter Peter Cheung Yiu Chung, who is invincible in affinity, Su Yongbin, a lovely fat paper teacher who mingles with us, Yang Xiuqiong, who is capable, patient and responsible, and Xin Yibo, who is stern and beautiful. After the college entrance examination, I said goodbye in a hurry, but I never saw you again. I don't have time to thank you personally.

Every teacher in No.1 Middle School is very cute. For the education of Binchuan, as a teacher in Binchuan No.1 Middle School, I dedicated my life to the students of No.1 Middle School and the inheritance of Bishan Academy, sowing hope and possibility for this hot land and countless rural families on this land. Thank you sincerely! May you be treated gently by time.

201June 8, 2005 17 only passed a few minutes. My eyes are a little dull. I walked out of the English examination room and walked down the teaching building of No.3 Middle School. Sitting on the steps of the teaching building, taking the student bus to and from the college entrance examination in a hurry suddenly ended. In the noisy crowd, I saw someone crying and laughing, and a female classmate sent us chewing gum with tears in her eyes. I didn't know if I could graduate from high school at that time, but I knew that my time in No.1 Middle School must be over.

After the college entrance examination, I bid farewell to my classmates and drank enough wine to blind me. I was drunk and played the last game with my best friend in the stadium. I fell and couldn't get up. I don't know if I'm blind or dizzy. Anyway, I looked up and saw a large twinkling starry sky. Then that night, I was drunk and unconscious. All good things must come to an end. After the college entrance examination, many people have never seen it again. I can't eat Si Er in No.1 Middle School canteen anymore.

Compared with the happiness of graduation, it is more about giving up.

Time flies.

In a blink of an eye, it was 20 17, and Guo's Grand Prix was released, and Zhao Lei also made a splash with Chengdu. With Durant joining, the Warriors finally succeeded in defending their title. As for us, what we are waiting for is not a better and stronger new alma mater, but a private high school that has nothing to do with No.1 Middle School. No.1 middle school. Finally, it really became a feeling. It's really sad to hear this news. During those days, I always heard the kind melody of this middle school school song. I searched all over the world for the school song, but I couldn't find it in the end. Some people will say that I am melodramatic. What I miss is not No.1 Middle School, but the group of people in No.1 Middle School. It's hard to decide. No.1 Middle School is not only a material carrier carrying all our youth, but also a city that has been operating in our hearts for many years. There are countless beautiful fragments of the best youth in life, just like snow hidden in summer and winter, so that we can take it away when we need it, so that our active mind can keep the road ahead and not hit a wall. The next sentence is awesome: May you go out of your life and return to your youth!

In the heart of every middle school student, there is a small middle school!

The night was once cold and the court was full of moonlight.

This is the story of me and No.1 Middle School. It can't even be called a story, but everything happened in sequence, and I happened to be there. The code word has been coded for a long time, and I don't know what I wrote blindly. I just want to share my little experience to trigger a little * * * good memories of your study in No.1 Middle School. Do you have any regrets about high school? You and I will have a little. The shortcomings are perfect enough. Actually, my regret is: do you think this shark meat has any thorns? (? ω`? )

No.1 middle school is really gone, and we have all become orphans of our alma mater. Things change, and life can last for several 50 years.

The distance from the first floor to the fourth floor is only three years. Three years, three years in No.1 Middle School, I met the best teacher in my life and made the best friends. These three years may not be our most important three years, but they are the best three years in our lives! Whether you are a senior three student wearing a purple-gray school uniform or a junior three student wearing a bright yellow school uniform, whether you have stepped into the society and started to live a confined life, or are still strolling in the greenhouse of the university ... Please don't forget your childlike innocence when you were in No.1 Middle School. A middle school in our hearts will be our spiritual food for life. Our life journey, except our family, started here, and one middle school gave us too much. Please always keep the pride of China people!

The weather is dry, so be careful with candles.

Teenager, life is long, go well.