Documentary literature

one

There is a saying in The Great Gatsby, "All charm can't compete with time, and it's gone forever."

Yes, in the face of reality, people look pale and powerless. However, there are always some things in the world that deserve our precipitation, awakening and comfort. At least, in my opinion, those experiences and witnesses are small fortunate. Like Mr. m.

Characters.

This is a word that pops up suddenly. This word came out when I was not sure and could not really express my feelings and comments on Mr. M.

A person who can be a "person" must have something extraordinary.

This logic is not clear, and there is even a huge realistic gap. I have been sitting opposite Mr. M for nearly 10 years. Later, Mr. M left here, and we met occasionally and were very polite to each other. I wrote millions of words, but I can't express this feeling. Until this afternoon of heavy rain, I sat alone in a room and smelled that the vast world was being cleaned bit by bit.

The word "character", such a simple and profound word, gradually becomes clear from the cracks in the fingertips in quiet daily life at home.

Mr. M is a tree, a big tree on a rock, and a legendary old tree.

two

The tile houses in the mountainous area of northern Zhejiang are shrouded in the heat wave in midsummer. After a light rain, a layer of curled mist rose from the roof of the white wall Yamato and spread to the Woods in the back hill. Going to Gaoling, Shanyuan Primary School will soon appear in front of you.

Lao Huang breathed a sigh of relief and stroked the sweat on his forehead with his hand. This man in his forties, with a dark face and unkempt beard, is a bit old-fashioned. He is wearing liberation shoes, carrying a wooden box and hiding his arms under his shirt. He is stout and strong, and the long-term bricklayer has roughened his hands, strengthened his body and killed his prime.

Old Huang was followed by a baby-faced, chubby girl. She walked with a cardboard box in her arms for a while, which seemed a little hard. This girl, who just graduated from the normal school, stuffed her here for a transfer order. Since then, the children in the mountains have been closely linked to her fate.

The iron gate of Shanyuan Primary School is left unlocked, weeds grow wildly next to it, and the depression where the rain can't retreat is muddy.

Lao Huang walked a long way and changed trains three or four times, but he didn't feel tired or depressed. This is much easier than usual. To tell the truth, Lao Huang is very happy today. How can a lifelong farmer be happy when he has a scholar and a daughter at home and eats public meals?

Lao Huang put down the wooden box and looked up. Under the sky in August, it is lonely and empty, and it does not fall to the bottom. He felt that there was no place for people, no anger, and he lost his soul.

The boundary of the school is not big. There is a two-story house on the other side of the middle mountain. Counting, there are five in each classroom. There are two bungalows near the farmhouse on the left fence. Near the right hand side, there is a private house, which is similar to Lao Huang's own house. I guess there are stairs in it, too.

In the clearing, a tall flagpole is empty. Walking casually, I saw weeds and potholes in it, and there were more dilapidated and devastated. The things piled up here are like farm debris, covered with dust and mud, and as messy as the abandoned piles at the entrance to the village. There are some broken tables and stools over there, all of which are upside down and haven't been cleaned up yet. The collapsed half-corner fence has scattered the soil all over the floor and can't move.

Old Huang frowned and mumbled, "such a place?" Everything in front of him suppressed his full expectations.

At that moment, he suddenly saw a figure under the stone ridge, with a straw hat on his head and a guy in his hand, doing something. Next to it is a pile of stones and some dirt.

Lao Huang is in a trance. He went over and said, "Excuse me, where is the principal's office?"

"Oh, there, go to the end on the second floor." The man wearing a straw hat replied that he put down the mud knife, stopped working, wiped his sweat with a towel hanging around his neck and fanned the wind with a straw hat.

Lao Huang finally saw the man in front of him. This coolie looks much younger than him, but his face is as black as his and he is smaller than him. "I brought my daughter to report." Lao Huang went back and added, Gu Zi asked her daughter to go.

It was so hot that the coolie stopped to wash his hands in front of the tap and went to the second floor. He reached the end of the second floor before Lao Huang. Suddenly he took the key out of his bag, opened the door and went in.

Old Huang, who walked behind, was taken aback. "Is this coolie the headmaster?" He looked at his daughter and she shook her head.

"Welcome, have a rest, it's too hot." At present, this humble "coolie" has become his son-in-law. Is the principal of this primary school. Just call him President M. That year, he was 29 years old.

Old Huang embarrassed, "I thought you were a coolie, but I didn't think you were the principal. The headmaster made it himself? I can't figure it out at once. I'm sorry. Daughter, call the principal. "

"Hello, headmaster!" The girl said generously.

"Hello. Welcome to our school. The conditions here are similar and will be better in the future. " Mr. M poured a cup of tea for Lao Huang and the new teacher. "I am also a farmer. People who do things can do anything. If you have a holiday, you must pay someone to do it. If you can do it yourself, do it yourself. "

"The little girl still eats tea, and the principal is welcome."

At present, this simple little man, just like his own villagers, has a natural kindness and a heat flow, which has actually come out of Lao Huang's heart. He feels comfortable with his daughter.

"Go and see the dormitory and put things away." Principal M led them out of the teaching building and came out. It turns out that the private house is a teacher's dormitory.

Sure enough, there is a staircase leading to the second floor in the middle.

"It has been cleaned," Mr. M said as he walked. "The second room is inside." When I opened the door, I saw a wooden bed in the middle. In fact, it is a patchwork of two bedsteads and two bed boards.

"A little humble, what do you need, add some before school. Lunch boxes should be ready. Here, teachers and students steam rice. You can solve it yourself. I'm going to work. It will get hot tomorrow. "

Walking out of the iron gate, Lao Huang turned back. The headmaster has been working under the stone ridge. On one side, the grass that grows wantonly glows with white light, swaying gently in the breeze. Life as low as dust hides fragrance close to the soil.

This summer vacation, it has been five years since Mr. M was directly promoted from the director of the Academic Affairs Office to the principal. 1one day in February, 1972, President M came to Shanyuan Primary School to teach at the age of 15.

After graduating from junior high school, Mr. M's family is poor and eating is a problem. How can he spare his energy to send him to high school? Moreover, in those days, each township could only recommend one student to attend high school. Fortunately, he got good grades and the cultural and educational cadres in the village were knowledgeable, so he was recommended to teach to fill the vacancy. It was a good job then. From then on, Mr. M became attached to education.

Mr. M is a small man, not much taller than the podium, but as soon as he stood up and spoke, his charm appeared. Unlike an ordinary countryman, he is dull and shy and cold and shabby in front of strangers. He is very talkative and eloquent. The key is his strong teaching ability. The blackboard writing and calculation ability in mathematics always make students admire him. More than half of the students in his class are older than his teacher, but they all obey him. Wherever they meet him, they are called "Mr. M".

three

Many people gathered in the construction site, and villagers from several nearby villages swarmed, shirtless, shaking shirts and wearing shorts and slippers, which instantly blocked the school gate. Cranes, bulldozers and trucks carrying sand and gravel all crowded into the corner, and there were several people in front. In the hot air, there is an uncontrollable emotion.

Everyone has the right to stand up and say a few words in this land where villagers eat. Why did several nearby township merged schools break ground here? This is their land. Why should they pay the price? The above resettlement policy is not clear. How to sign the contract?

The leader of the county education bureau rushed in and the car was stuck at the door. It seems that someone has to demonstrate before they are willing to make way for the site to start again, and then they can start school normally before September 1.

Conflict and emotional villagers don't care who you are. The cadres in the town didn't listen at all, and the director's car was stuck at the door. Other people concerned stood aside and didn't know.

Crowds are incited, and rational voices are often drowned out by extreme emotions. No one who spoke with weight came forward, and the scene was very embarrassing and almost out of control.

At this time, someone in the crowd whispered, "Let M stand up."

"Yes, let old rice try. Maybe he has a way to shake it. "

Mr. M standing next to the leader said, "I'll try." He moved a stool, rolled up his trouser legs, stood on it and waved at the bottom. "I'm President M, you know me. Let me say a few words. " It was quiet all around, and the stubborn elements in the air began to breathe.

"This project is decided by the county party committee and county government, and it must be done, and construction will soon be stepped up. The integration of educational resources is a good thing, and so are our children. I was transferred from a primary school principal to be a secretary here to manage infrastructure. If you have any comments or suggestions, you can ask me. Both the leader of the villagers' group and the villagers' representatives can do it. Sit down and talk, and I'll invite everyone to dinner in the evening. "

What courage it is to stand up in times of crisis! What supports him must be a small universe with a strong heart, which is related to initial heart, responsibility and responsibility.

Now that old m has said this, let's start the discussion.

"Old M comes forward, I believe."

"After all, it is desirable to build a school and engage in education."

"Old M is in charge of junior high school. I want to give him face. He is a good man and helps me a lot. "

When people say a word to me, the scene will be stable.

"Come, a few villagers' representatives, can you speak a little? Come, come to my office, blow the electric fan, it's hot outside. Get out of the way, let the car in, the project is not easy to stop, and the students are going to start school. "

The crowded crowd suddenly dispersed, and several cadres in the town and village followed Laomi, and the ones who were shouting just now followed.

Sit down, old m handed cigarettes one by one, made tea for everyone, took out his notebook and waited for everyone to talk. He has ulterior motives to write down every sentence. He wants to coordinate the villagers' demands with the town bureau one by one and implement them one by one to reassure the villagers. This has always been his original intention. And he, who has always been a clear-headed person, can grasp the key points and make sense.

Later, dozens of nights, old M went door to door. He can always be seen in the ancient streets and alleys of the town at night. Especially the nail house, twice and three times at a time, I don't know how many packs of cigarettes were distributed. There are still some difficult things, and the condition can be said, "I have nothing to eat in the future." If I want to find you, help me sell some fruit every year. " Old m agreed first. Admission is important, and starting school is more important than anything else.

The dust settled and the school started normally. Everyone knows that Mr. M has made great contributions. Later, the director joked: "It seems that it is not the old M, and it is really impossible to start school. He is familiar with the ground here, has a way to do mass work, and has done it well. Everyone believes in him and education needs such talents. "

four

This summer, the big storm in Shang Yan Town after the integration of educational resources has just subsided. It was one day in August this summer, I sat opposite Mr. M's office and started a 10 year relationship.

I can sit on this floor because Mr. M said to the headmaster, "The director of the office should sit here and give him a bigger office." What I mean is that I sit on the same floor as the school leader, which makes me a little vain. Of course, I know that behind this vanity, more needs to be done to get this position.

"Tell you how to write" do "in the office, with wine on one side and ink on the other. Do your best and you will be competent. " At that time, I could still drink well. In Mr. M's eyes, I am a good prospect.

In my initial impression with most of my colleagues, Mr. M is a daunting educator. In Shang Yan Town, walking in the streets and riverside parks, ordinary people and all kinds of religions, everyone knows Mr. M. He is the principal of an experimental primary school, which is a popular position. Moreover, Mr. M has been in this position for more than ten years, and his reputation has long been outside.

"Learn from you, I am from elementary school, and I don't understand in junior high school." Mr. m is always modest. You will often see that whenever he is free, he will go to the classroom with a handout. During the discussion, he will also be asked to say a few words. In fact, he is an expert in education management. In recent years, the teaching quality and overall development of experimental primary schools are comparable to the top primary schools in the county.

In front of the administrative building of the experimental primary school, there is a monument with a list of donated schools. There are donations from the government of Shang Yan, various units, many enterprises and many local villagers. What was the concept of this large donation in the early 1990s? Who came up with the idea of mobilizing social donations to help students? Who has the ability and attraction to win it? The answer is Mr. m.

Why does this seemingly insignificant little person have such amazing energy?

"It's all made by people." Later, when I asked him, he simply said, "Help others more, others will remember, and only help you when it is critical. And doing things for education is good for the future and good for the people. "

Although it is such a simple truth, but to do it, to be convinced, or to make sacrifices.

"At that time, drinking was a bottle for one person, 33 or 38 degrees of white wine." Mr. M lit a cigarette for me and helped himself. How many afternoons, he asked me to chat. I brought a cup of tea and he gave me a cigarette. I hardly smoke and drink occasionally. Light one. Mr. m ignored this point. "Take one and have a chat." He is famous for his approachability. No matter who comes, he is a cup of tea and a cigarette, which brings people closer together.

"You see, the name of the donor is on the number of each classroom, so-and-so class." Teacher M also talked about the experience of experimental primary school. "Always leave something meaningful to remind people of the advantages of others, so that they will respect and cherish the present."

"Want some money is not easy, a cup of ten thousand, you think about it, such a good thing, the somebody else to throwing caution to the wind. Sometimes, drink and vomit, and then drink after vomiting. People also say that you are cool and everything is easy to handle. For example, the brand of the first provincial-level modern equipment demonstration school in the county was taken down. If you want to make a difference in township education, you must have good hardware to afford it. "

I imagine Mr. M drinking with a group of people. That kind of passionate heroism and excitement of life must be quite spectacular. Behind people's generosity are the ups and downs of Mr. M.

"A friend said you were willing to help." I also started the topic, "It is difficult to study in an experimental primary school."

"There is really no way. If you move more tables and books, someone has to look at them." Teacher M said: "With a class size of more than 50 students, it is really difficult to collect all the expenses, and we should take care of all aspects. The place is small, and there is still a gap in the expansion of classes in recent years. "

"It's all over," Mr. M took a sip of tea. "Tomorrow's March 8 th Festival, you can order some flowers and give one to every female teacher in the school."

When he is here on March 8 every year, Mr. M presents flowers to female teachers in his own name. As a secretary, he is willing to hide behind and do something happy and beautiful. He is responsible for all logistics chores, water and electricity. Infrastructure and equipment maintenance, every day during the summer vacation, he did not rest and devoted himself to it. The darker his face, the more he will be teased on the first day of school, and his heart is full of admiration.

He is willing to do anything that requires his intervention. He will make a budget in advance and find a way. Sometimes, if you are cheeky, you will feel at ease. The result is always relying on Mr. M's prestige, smooth sailing, easy to win.

This is an old party member's magnanimous mind and simple style, which I have to accept.

five

I haven't heard from Mr. M for some time.

On this day, my friend invited me to have dinner together and said that Mr. M was also there, so I gladly went. A large table of guests introduced the cooperation of an environmental protection project, including technical consultants and experts from Japan, as well as investors and partners. Actually, I can't get a word in. My friend introduced me as a writer and asked me to write a poem on the spot. Because of my friend's face and Mr. M's presence, I was reluctant and praised by disgusting people.

Mr. m is still the protagonist on the wine table. It's impressive to pour and persuade wine properly. His humorous side is undoubtedly revealed through his cold jokes. And he rarely mentioned himself in those days, those years when things were going wrong.

His modesty always makes people respect him.

I have long forgotten what Mr. M said when he stood on the day he retired, but his wisdom and insight, sobriety and brightness must have been handed down.

Yes, Mr. M walked off the platform and left here, as if he had completed a sacred mission. His bags are bulging, and his admirable, magical and fuller life shows his greatness more and more. In the years to come, he will reach another peak of his life full of energy.

Shang Yan Town Education and Health Promotion Association was established, and Mr. M was appointed as the chairman of the town. He readily agreed that he could not do without education. Off-campus training institutions flocked to hire him as a consultant, and he also enthusiastically participated; The decoration company asked him to cooperate, and he helped when he was busy; The environmental protection company also invited him to come out of the mountain and participate in company management. He wants to try this new industry. These, probably because of Mr. M's behavior, won the respect.

And Mr. M himself, an energetic man, will never stop.

Unfinished, solve a mystery. Mr. M, the winner of the provincial "Spring Silkworm Award", is the principal of the first No.5 Middle School in the county, the first ten filial piety figures in the county, and the first ten "touching figures" in Shang Yan Town.

Note: The place names and schools involved in this article have other names. Please forgive me.