Youth Story (2)- Unforgettable Boarding Life

Hongling, where Zhongshan Middle School is located, is a place where countless Hakka children yearn for studying in the middle and late 1970s.

Youth Story (2)- Unforgettable Boarding Life

Hongling, where Zhongshan Middle School is located, is a place where countless Hakka children yearn for studying in the middle and late 1970s.

? Zhongshan Middle School, founded in 1957, is an ordinary rural middle school. But since 1970, with the arrival of college graduates from Xiamen, Fuzhou and Quanzhou, it has become a famous middle school in a famous village. At that time, the mountainous villages in western Fujian were very closed and rarely contacted with the outside world because of the barrier of traffic and information. Therefore, the occasional arrival of strangers will attract everyone's attention. Zhongshan Middle School on Hongling suddenly assigned six college students, three men and three women, to be middle school teachers, which naturally became a topic of discussion among the villagers. When I was in primary school, I listened to Jing Guang's brother speak Xiamen dialect and the legend of educated youth teacher. At that time, in my young mind, I hoped that one day I could go to Zhongshan Middle School in Hongling and look up to the charm of educated youth teachers in Xiamen University, just like brother Jingguang.

With great reverence for Zhongshan Middle School and yearning for middle school life, I came to Hongling, came to Zhongshan Middle School and started my long-awaited middle school study and life. At that time, in my hometown, the traffic was inconvenient and the mountain road was rugged. It was a short and short journey to walk from Yangliupei to Hongling for more than ten miles. Because the mountain road is unsafe to cross the river, the school arranges us to board, go to school every Sunday afternoon or evening, eat and live in the school, and go home from school at noon on Saturday for the weekend. For me at that time, this study lifestyle was treated as a "national cadre". I don't have to get up early in the morning to herd cattle and pick pig manure, and I don't have to be nagged by my mother. I can make my own decisions and eat by myself. More importantly, I have a lot of time to read and write.

? On the night of the first day of boarding life, after eating in the dormitory, I plan to go around the campus and get familiar with the environment. Just out of the dormitory, I saw a lot of people surrounded by the bungalow in front of the dormitory, and there were waves of beautiful piano and singing. Curious, I naturally walked over. The scene I saw when I walked over became the driving force that influenced my struggle for decades.

It turns out that the students are surrounded by educated youth teachers who I have admired for a long time. After dinner, the teachers play the piano and sing at the entrance of the dormitory. Those of us who have never seen the world and rarely meet strangers are all shocked and attracted by the charm and talent of the teachers, just like watching rare animals, staring at them. At that moment, I sincerely admired and admired that this should be the highest goal and realm of life, and we may not be able to achieve it after a lifetime of struggle. Many days later, I didn't check how many educated youth teachers remained in my mind, just with Lian Yuemei, Xie Baoda, Gu and Zheng. The most appropriate idiom that came to mind at that time was immortal couple, immortal couple. At that time, I never thought that these educated youth teachers would become my teachers and many classmates, and they would have a lifelong intersection with me.

The best memory of boarding life is self-study at night. The first night, I went to the classroom. Although the house is simple and the tables and chairs are rough, there are electric lights. Although they are not fluorescent tubes now, some yellow lamps are better than dim foreign oil lamps at home. I went to the classroom empty-handed, because I haven't handed out the book yet. It's a good thing nobody brought any books. Mr. Wen, the tall and handsome head teacher, gave us a short class meeting and announced the timetable and some rules and regulations. What I remember most clearly is that there are many beautiful female students older than me in the classroom. After many years, I studied and grew up in this classroom, and the classroom here has become the place where I left the most memories in my life.

The most unforgettable thing about boarding life is three meals a day. At first, I was very happy to leave my mother's big family and eat independently. At that time, my mother would measure three liters of rice (about six pounds) and a bamboo tube of pickles every week. Every meal, she put rice and water on the rice cooker and put it on the steamed rice grid in the canteen instead of steamed rice. When the canteen opens, find your own job, take it back to the dormitory and take out pickles from the box to eat. The steamed rice in the canteen is more fragrant and delicious than the pot rice cooked by my mother at home. Three meals a day are the same, unlike breakfast, lunch and dinner now. Soon, trouble came. First of all, pickles brought back from home have become moldy and hairy since Wednesday. At first, I pulled out my long hair, but it turned sour on Friday, so some students suggested steaming it with rice. The steamed rice tasted strange. Some students ate the wrong food, and then some students stole other people's food. At that time, there was no room in the canteen for everyone to eat collectively. I went back to the dormitory if I was wrong. Everyone is the same lunch box or bumpkin, which makes many jokes. I also missed other students' meals, and I was secretly eaten. I have been hungry for a few times, and I will never forget it.

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Speaking of eating, I have to mention a good classmate. This classmate who lives in Hongling is called Tao Peida. Knowing that I ate moldy pickles, he took the initiative to take my pickles home and bring them back to me when they were cooked. Later, once someone ate something wrong or stole it, I went to his house for dinner. His parents are very good. Although the family is poor, they are very enthusiastic about our classmates and often fry vegetables for us to eat.

Boarding life is full of fun and jokes. For most students, getting up in the morning should be the hardest. At that time, the school had a very strict work and rest system, with teachers on duty every day and students in all classes. Every morning at six o'clock, the teacher on duty will blow the whistle in the dormitory corridor, and everyone, including the teacher, will collectively do broadcast gymnastics in the big playground. Then the teacher on duty or Mr. Bing Qiu from the Political and Educational Affairs Office of the school speaks, praising good deeds and criticizing students and classes who do not obey discipline. It is no problem for me to get up in the morning. In addition, after the broadcast gymnastics, I like to recite by the canal behind the school. The Chinese text in junior high school is already very long. I walk around with a Chinese book almost every day, and I like it very much. Up to now, I always think of the time when I didn't have to herd cattle and concentrate on reciting.

In those years when I was boarding at school, I admired my classmates with better family conditions the most. They took a few cents from their parents and could go to the canteen to buy "water dishes" to eat. The so-called "Douban" is a Hakka dialect, which refers to the fresh vegetables eaten in the canteen or fried or stewed. Although it is usually a home-cooked dish, there may be some sliced meat occasionally, but it is much more delicious than the pickles we took out of the wooden box. As a junior high school student, I am a teenager. Like other students, I will stare at the "Douban" in other people's zongzi and drool. I remember one day, it must be Friday night, and there was no pickles. I wandered around the canteen with my rice for a long time, passing by the window selling "water vegetables" Because there was no one, I took a look at the dish basin inside, which happened to be seen by the dangerous chef in the canteen. He called me over, picked up a big plate and poured all the fried melons and soup on it into my rice bowl. Later, I learned that this dangerous owner is a distant relative of our family, and I can call him uncle. Delicious and refreshing meals will not be forgotten for many years.

The reason why boarding is the second story of "The Tale of Teenagers" is because I studied in Zhongshan Middle School in Hongling for two or three years and studied and lived here for more than 1,800 days. Not only did I get into the habit of reading, but I finished my middle school studies here. More importantly, boarding life exercised my ability to live independently and laid a solid foundation for self-discipline, so that I could go back to Wuping No.1 Middle School and study at Jiangxi University of Finance and Economics.

? Unforgettable boarding life, unforgettable Hongling, unforgettable Hongling to Zhongshan Middle School!