Brother-in-law essays

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My initial impression of my brother-in-law was that he did not look like a teacher. He walks with long strides, talks like thunder, and doesn't frown even when a load of one or two hundred kilograms is placed on his shoulders. The first time I stepped into my house, I swept the floor, watered the vegetables, drove cattle and plows, and cut pig grass. The sound of the sickle made the wind sound like a clever daughter-in-law. , I was so happy that my mother kept praising her, "Good!" good! This kid can do it! Virtuous! My brother and I were still young at that time, and we were jealous and unconvinced. The cat would come behind him, trying to embarrass him and make him eat his shit. Unexpectedly, he noticed it and pulled it up with one hand, kicking his limbs in the air like two little hares, making his mother laugh.

The village where my brother-in-law teaches is far away from home. He has to go on the road under the stars every day. Sometimes he steps on the frost, making a rattling sound under his feet. Sometimes he walks in the mud, slipping and somersaulting. After arriving at school, my brother-in-law opened the door, swept the floor, carried water, chopped firewood, lit a fire, and boiled a large pot of hot water. Soon, the children came one after another. I wiped my face with a basin of hot water, washed my feet, put my wet shoes by the firepit, and then put on the warm, soft and crisp cotton shoes given by my brother-in-law. Then, the brother-in-law knocked on the broken iron hanging on the doorpost, bang, bang, bang, a few rhythmic beats, and the children filed into the classroom.

My brother-in-law teaches two classes, each with only a few children sitting in the same classroom. My brother-in-law first asked the small class to write and then taught the senior class the text, "The Monkey King Strikes the Bone Demon Three Times". The lecture was wonderful, and the children in the small class forgot to write, turned their heads, stretched their necks, and opened their mouths half-open. The brother-in-law noticed it, walked over slowly, and tapped each person on the head. The children blushed, lowered their heads quickly, and concentrated on writing. After the big class has finished studying, they turn around and practice, and then the small class starts again.

After class, my brother-in-law knocked on the broken iron again, bang, bang, bang, another rhythm. The children streamed out of the classroom with cheers and ran into the playground, setting up camp, hiding cats, and jumping rubber bands. The brother-in-law went into the kitchen, added some firewood to the stove, and steamed the corn tortillas, sweet potato cake, rice balls and lumps brought by the children into the pot. Steam until cooked and make a pot of soup. At lunch, the children, one by one, chewed steamed buns and drank soup, until their bellies were bulging.

After school, my brother-in-law finished correcting his homework and went to tend his spring-filled vegetable garden. One of the children refused to leave, saying that the family was going to kill the New Year pig and that his brother-in-law must go and eat the meat. My brother-in-law said yes, you go first and I will go after I finish hoeing the land. The child refused to listen, got into his brother-in-law's armpit, took his hand and pulled him forward. The brother-in-law lost his energy and stumbled behind, his gait a bit graceful.

For this new semester, it has been a few days since registration, but there are still a few children who have not come. Can't pay tuition. Brother-in-law patted his chest, come on, study first, and the tuition fee can be delayed a step. A reprieve lasts for two or three years. If my sister complains, how much can you give her? The brother-in-law's tone was rough, what was he yelling about? They didn’t say they wouldn’t pay! Just a few days into class, another child didn't come. Girl, there is no use studying, just cutting pig grass at home. When the brother-in-law went to her house, without saying a word, he picked up the bamboo pole and went up the mountain to dig out a large bamboo pole. One day or two, the parents couldn't bear it any longer and sent their children to school again.

A few years later, it was time for my brother-in-law to go to school. The village primary school did not have a suitable class, so her brother-in-law had no choice but to send her to a central school far away. In the morning, carry a ride. After school, carry a ride. The wind and rain cannot stop. Several times, my brother-in-law went to visit home and forgot about it. Seeing that no one came back in the evening, my sister rushed to school in a panic. Fortunately, the parents of my brother-in-law's student saw Da Ya running and crying on the road, so they carried her back all the way. Often at that time, my sister's resentment was replaced by warm emotion.

Da Ya graduated from junior high school this year. My brother-in-law wrote to me asking, which school should Da Ya enter? When I take the technical secondary school entrance examination, I am afraid that I will not be able to find a job, and when I take the high school entrance examination, I am afraid that I will not be able to go to university. Da Ya’s bad grades are because she received too little tutoring in the past! The brother-in-law's tone was full of self-blame and regret. Holding the letter in my hand, I couldn't help but sigh. My brother-in-law suffered from neurasthenia. He couldn't sleep in the first half of the night and couldn't wake up at dawn. He was still in a daze after getting on the road. It is early in the morning, where is my brother-in-law walking with one foot high and one foot low...

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This is a thousand-character essay titled "Brother-in-law is a village primary school teacher" It was my favorite work at the time! The editor also gave a long editor's note when publishing: "After reading this manuscript, I can't help but applaud! In Teacher Zhang's pen, a lifelike image of a village primary school teacher appears on the page, as if he is walking towards us. Come on. Teacher Zhang uses plain sketching techniques, but there are deep emotions between the lines, which are touching.

The 'brother-in-law' has a simple character, a simple life, and his deeds of loving students more than his children, advancing tuition fees for students, and working tirelessly to encourage students to study. They are the epitome of thousands of village teachers. It is awe-inspiring to read. respect. With emotion, we want to say to this village primary school teacher: ‘Brother-in-law, go on your way! '"

When I wrote this article, I had just embarked on the path of literature. Like all literary young people, what I dreamed about all day long was to have my articles published. Therefore, a small article was edited. Being so favored, it not only brought me excitement, but also determined my writing direction for a period of time in the future. At that time, the main places where my articles were published were newspaper supplements, department newspapers, and industry newspapers. , party newspapers, their requirements for supplement manuscripts are all short, easy, readable, and relatively concentrated. If it is a party newspaper, the editor must also pay attention to the sense of proportion and strong ideological significance of the article. When I wrote that article, I mentioned the last part: "My brother-in-law has neurasthenia. He couldn't sleep in the first half of the night, couldn't wake up in the morning, and was still dazed after he hit the road." It is early in the morning, and where is my brother-in-law walking with one foot high and one foot low..." Deleted and changed to "Brother-in-law is the representative of thousands of village primary school teachers, and I will always respect him! ”

Ten years have passed. Most of the organ newspapers, department newspapers, industry newspapers, and even some party newspapers that published my articles have been purged due to structural reforms, and the remaining ones no longer have supplements. . And my creative attitude has also changed a lot. I no longer cater to the editor's taste, no longer regard publishing and earning royalties as the important purposes of writing, and no longer think that articles are eternal and cannot survive without them. In other words, the article is only equivalent to the "salt" in the diet, not the "food" itself. A diet without "salt" is incomplete and boring, but a diet without "food" is fatal.

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Therefore, when I go back and read my own articles, I often feel uncomfortable. Some people like to read their old articles very much, and can read them with gusto, just like watching their children's old articles. The photos are average. That’s probably because his writing is really good, but I am not. When I read the article above, I felt that it was obviously too pure, too optimistic, and too clean. , I used a sketching method. It is precisely because of this method that I hollowed out the "brother-in-law" and dried it.

"Brother-in-law" is not true. He was based on my brother-in-law. My sister graduated from high school at that time. Although she did not go to college in the end, it was a great thing in the village. I still remember a single color photo of my sister taken at that time: she had short hair cut to the ears, wearing the most popular green military uniform of that era, with a belt tied deep around her waist, and she stood with a smile. Under a tree. The tree was tall and big, with green branches and green leaves. It was really beautiful.

My parents must have thought that they would tie their precious daughter to the plow handle for the rest of her life. It was a pity for Huang Niba, so as soon as her sister graduated, they sent her to learn tailoring. The tailor master was a young man with always fresh and flowing hair, but he was slightly lame on one foot. He was really good at his craftsmanship. But soon there were rumors that his sister was in love with his master and his apprentice. The parents were angry and called the sister back.

It was at this time that my brother-in-law came into my home. At that time, he happened to be teaching in the primary school in our village. He taught two grades, but he didn’t teach me. I had already gone to the central school in the town. When I came back from school, I saw him sweeping the floor at my house. I was wondering, why was this teacher sweeping the floor at my house?

At that time, my brother-in-law was already in his thirties, but my sister was only in her early twenties. My sister was very dissatisfied with this marriage, not because her brother-in-law was too old, but she never resisted the threats and abuses from her parents and the constant bullying from her relatives and friends. Recommended!

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In total, more than twenty years have passed since the marriage of my sister and brother-in-law, although they were bumpy and bumpy. Something happened in the meantime. My younger brother and I were admitted to the middle school normal school one after another and became teachers. When I say this, it is easy to think that this is due to the influence and help of my brother-in-law. Now that I think about it, it would be unconscionable to say that we brothers have not received any help from our brother-in-law.

Every semester when we register for school, my brother-in-law always gives us ten or eight yuan. He won't give too much, and he can't give too much. His salary is originally very low, and he has brothers, sisters and a whole family. It can be said that with just these ten and eight yuan, my brother-in-law has already tried his best! My brother-in-law is a teacher, but we didn’t take the high school entrance examination because our brother-in-law was a teacher. We actually had no more choices. At that time, taking the high school entrance examination was almost the best shortcut for us rural children to get rid of their farm skin and eat royal food at the least money and the least time. Although it doesn't mean much for a middle school teacher to become a rural primary school teacher, after all, he is a national worker. He can be paid monthly, can dry shoes and feet, and can be respected by others. These are the reasons why everyone initially persuaded his sister to marry. We heard it from my brother-in-law. We were still children at that time and had no right to speak, but we remembered every word the adults said.

After graduating from the middle school normal school, I returned to my hometown to teach, and I was in the same school as my brother-in-law. But I was in the central school, and he was still in the village primary school, teaching a double class. Later, the village primary school was withdrawn and returned to the central school because the number of students was too small, and my brother-in-law also came back. Back at the Central School, among the dozens of teachers, my brother-in-law is almost the busiest. I don’t know if it’s a habit he got from teaching double classes. In class, he always talks from the beginning to the end. He doesn’t take a break between classes and is busy correcting students’ homework. After school, he would have to clean the floor himself before going back. This was probably something he developed in his childhood in the village. He always thinks that the children are too stupid to clean up, so he has to do it himself. When he got home, he immediately picked up a manure basket and went into the vegetable garden. After dinner, he never watched TV. Instead, he turned on the desk lamp and bent over the small table, preparing lessons, correcting homework, and solving problems marked with "※" that troubled the children's brains and troubled his own brains. . Although those were just elementary school test questions, they were too difficult for him. He scratched his scalp, then scratched his scalp, sometimes even until one or two o'clock in the morning, still unable to do anything. I don't know if he got his neurasthenia under such circumstances. The paragraph I wrote ten years ago but was eventually deleted by the editor was not in harmony with the tone of the entire article, but it should be said that there was a reason why I had to write it. I had already smelled something at about that time, but I was too limited by the need to publish it to dig deeper.

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However, although my brother-in-law is so busy, his teaching performance is not very good, or even very bad. The goal set for him is to get rid of the last place almost every year. When I was an ordinary teacher, every time the leader read out the results and called his name, I would bury my head aside and blush for him. But I was also a little angry. I felt that this leader was really a good leader. Why was he staring at my brother-in-law? Why couldn't they see how difficult my brother-in-law was and how good he was? Do they have any personal grudge against my brother-in-law? Now that I am a principal, I have discovered that as a school leader, there are certain words that you cannot but say and certain names that you cannot but name. Teaching and educating people, a long-term plan, really has nothing to do with personal grudges. My brother-in-law didn't say anything after being criticized by me, he just smiled shyly. I don't know what he felt in his heart. Once, while eating, my brother-in-law told me how I criticized him at the table. It is speculated that the brother-in-law's intention is to get some support from his sister, and even if it doesn't work, he will vent his anger. Nazhi knew that my sister slapped her chopsticks on the table and scolded her brother-in-law in front of their children: "Look at your potential! Can't you do it? Why did I become the principal first when I came back from my apprenticeship? If you are really capable, Try being a principal and criticizing him!"

It is actually common for my sister to say such things. She has been saying this for more than 20 years. My sister has always felt aggrieved by her parents for arranging the marriage. When she first got married, because people kept praising the teaching teacher, she was dissatisfied but also a little proud. But this feeling of pride passed quickly like the wind blowing. Most of the people in the village, those who run enterprises, do business, and those who go out to work, have become rich. They live together as husbands and wives, live together and fly together, and live like gods. But my sister, because of her brother-in-law, could only die by being pressed to death on the yellow mud, unable to move a step away. Picking manure, plowing the fields, and other heavy farm work need to be done by her independently. My sister is only in her early forties and is already suffering from various illnesses. There is only an old photo of her valiant and heroic appearance from back then. I don’t know if that photo of her is still there? We should work hard to discover some of the advantages of being a teacher wife, that is, you don’t have to worry about your children having no one to tutor them. But after graduating from junior high school, Da Ya couldn't even pass the high school entrance examination.

When I wrote that article ten years ago, the editor thought I was praising my brother-in-law for "loving students more than his children." In fact, even if my brother-in-law did the opposite, how much help could he give to Da Ya?