Hongshan No.3 Middle School is a lush and ignorant time.

In the morning, my daughter-in-law went dancing and came home after dancing, saying that some dancers had been to Mochou Village in Zhongxiang, saying it was fun. It was nine o'clock in the morning when I spoke. I said, Suizhou is only 100 kilometers away from Zhongxiang. I'll drive you. Check the weather, just in time for a trip.

Leave when you say so, and leave after ten o'clock.

Go out to the west and pass through Hongshan. I said, let's stop at Hongshan instead of taking the expressway. I went to high school there. 1980 graduated, I haven't seen you for almost forty years.

Arrive at Hongshan at noon. Hongshan and my former classmates. It's past noon and they pass by. I don't want to disturb them. I remember the school was on the north side of the street, but I still got lost. I get off and ask someone. Passers-by enthusiastically pointed out and arrived soon.

When I graduated from 1980, it was called Suixian No.3 Middle School, and Suizhou has not yet established a city. At that time, I scribbled, reading No.1 Middle School in the east, No.2 Middle School in Lishan in the north and No.3 Middle School in Hongshan in the south. I was assigned to Sanligang, belonging to Suinan and admitted to No.3 Middle School. I remember the students who passed 10 in Sanligang that year.

I have to walk to school, and there is no shuttle bus from Shangdian to Hongshan. My father picked up my luggage and said that it was actually simple bedding and a small box for clothes, so I followed. After Xinji, Baoji and Zhuji arrived at Maosifan, Hongshan was also called Maosifan at that time, and it took a long way from morning till night.

I still remember the school gate, which was a big playground. There are basketball stands, cement table tennis tables and single parallel bars on the playground. There are classrooms on both sides of the playground, dormitories behind the classrooms, and houses are mostly bungalows with blue bricks and black tiles. Walking along buttonwood avenue, there is another big yard. There are two rows of bungalows hanging on the lintel. Teachers' teaching and research room, infirmary and library are my favorite places to stay. That's where I read Grimm's fairy tales and Andersen's fairy tales. Do not laugh at me. It was an era when there were few books, and we were only fourteen or fifteen years old. There is also a big wooden building, I don't remember whether it is two or three floors. That's the teacher's office and the academic affairs office. There is a big clock hanging on the eaves of the wooden building. In fact, the big clock doesn't look big either. A long rope was dragged down. Teacher Zhu of the General Affairs Department always rings the bell after class, gathering, eating and morning exercises. Teacher Zhu is the one who always wears a white vest and blue shorts and never stops running in the morning and evening in hot summer and cold winter.

Speaking of ringing the bell, I remember that Mr. Gong, who teaches physics, made a scientific and technological reform in the next semester of Senior One or the last semester of Senior Two. He made an electronic clock with a desk clock, an electric horn and some electronic components to free Mr. Zhu from ringing the bell. But the electronic clock often makes mistakes, so Mr. Zhu still has to stay by the clock. When the electronic clock doesn't ring, he will ring it. Nevertheless, we still admire Mr. Gong. The electronic clock he made just confirms a famous saying that teachers often teach, "Learn mathematics and physics well, and you are not afraid to travel all over the world".

Senior one is read in a row of classrooms on the left-hand side of the entrance. The head teacher of Class One (2) is Miss Wang. I admire Mr. Wang very much. It is said that he worked in Hubei Daily, so his composition is of course first-class. What he said about how to write a composition is still deeply imprinted on my mind. In class, he took a small purple teapot and took a sip when it was dry. At that time, he felt that he was unique. What I am most looking forward to is the evaluation of the composition class. I know my composition is very good. If Mr. Wang comments on my composition, I will bow my head and feel glad. Of course, I am also afraid of Miss Wang. I often violate classroom discipline, and I am always punished. Once, in class, I had a fight with my classmates in Ding Bao. Both of them were invited by Mr. Wang to sit next to the podium for a long time, and they were uncomfortable.

What I fear most is English class. English spelling and memorizing words are the key, and spelling is the last thing I will do. The reason is that it was summer when my family was scattered when I was a child. I studied in kindergarten and transferred to the first grade of primary school next semester, so I didn't learn Chinese Pinyin. By the way, I don't know Chinese Pinyin yet. I can only write with five strokes, or use poor Mandarin for voice conversion. In English class, Miss Xiao, who has a Wuhan accent, takes good care of me, but I can't help it. Looking at Xian Qin's classmates standing in front of the blackboard and listening to Xiao's fluent chalk reading and writing, I was only dumbfounded. There's nothing I can do. I'll just mark it with the words at the bottom of English. If the English is "I love you", I will write "Love Tiger Oil" below.

The boys' dormitory is on the left-hand side of the second entrance of the compound, facing probably south. It's a wooden bunk bed. Many students choose to sleep on the bunk bed for a reason. Adolescence, there will always be wet dream. If you find a classmate drawing a map on the sheet, you will burst into laughter. Also, it can prevent Mr. Wang from making rounds. After the lights out in the dormitory, many students read books in the quilt with flashlights, and the silent teacher Wang quietly checked, which always paid off. I received two of his books, Red Rock and Wildfire and Spring Breeze Fighting the Ancient City, but I haven't returned them to him yet. I guess there are many of our books on his bookshelf. Tell a joke. For this matter, I also blame my classmate Dai Yin, who didn't remind me. He looked innocent and said that I didn't find him coming in.

I don't want to get up after a sleep, especially in the winter morning. The bell of the exercise is so annoying, it's not dawn yet. I dawdled my clothes, half-closed my sleepy eyes and stumbled along with the team. Soon, it will be dawn.

High school is only two years. When I was a sophomore, I studied liberal arts, and two classes of liberal arts were in the small courtyard. I am in Class 2 (6). There is a small pond behind the classroom. During self-study, I will move a chair, sit on the stone bar by the pond, enjoy the cool with bare feet, and hold texts or mimeographed materials in my hand, just like a monk chanting scriptures, reciting historical years and world capitals. There are also female students reading by the pond, glancing at each other secretly from the corner of their eyes, pretending not to know each other and not talking.

The head teacher of Senior Two is Mr. Ding who teaches geography. He is tall and thin, from Danjiang, and looks free and easy. On a hot day, I was wearing a pair of flip-flops, banging and unhurriedly holding a teapot in my hand. Teaching in humorous language is so vivid. He pointed to Yantai on the map. "Look at the apples here. Across the sea is Japan. Japanese teach pupils. Do you want to eat apples? I want to eat, and I will grab it in China when I grow up. " So I firmly remembered the apples produced in Yantai. Mr. Ding is very kind and kind. When he was the head teacher, he never heard him criticize the students loudly. I am so bad, it seems that Teacher Ding has never criticized me. Listening to Mr. Ding's class, I dare not break the classroom discipline from the bottom of my heart.

Teacher Ding's home is opposite our classroom. His wife, Miss Zhou, who teaches us math, is also a very gentle person. He has three sons, and the youngest son, Ding Laosan, is very cute. I often go to his house to tease Ding Laosan, and Teacher Ding doesn't say anything. In our class, it is Ding Laosan who snuggles in Miss Zhou's arms. He should be in his forties now. Even if he walks face to face in the street, he certainly doesn't know him. Sometimes, when we eat, we take the rice to Mr. Ding's house, and Mr. Ding naturally greets us for dinner. Teacher Ding and his classmates are not like teachers and students, but more like the elders and nephews of the friendly uncle next door.

Speaking of eating, it was an unforgettable memory. At the end of 1970s, the country had not recovered. The country is poor, everything has to be done, and the stomachs of ordinary people are still empty, which makes us growing children very bitter. When I was a sophomore, my family had returned to the city from the countryside. My parents, with a meager salary, send me 30 Jin food stamps and 15 yuan to the post office every month. This is all my study and living expenses. I have tried my best at home, and compared with my classmates, I have done a lot. But where is this enough? I always feel that I am not full. Cabbage and radish for five cents each have too little oil and water. Add pork belly and twenty cents to the wax gourd. I was thrilled to see Yang, the chef of vegetables, put the meat in the spoon. When I reached the bowl, my hand shook and the meat fell off, and I sighed in my heart. After eating four or two meals, I wanted to add two or two more, but I felt that my food stamps were getting thinner and thinner, so I had to swallow my saliva. Yunshan and I bought pickled radish in the street and cut it into small pieces for dinner. At that time, I found the ginger that the teacher had not confiscated by the pond. We picked it up and washed it. It was delicious. I still remember its taste. Xiaoping lives in Hongshan Street and goes to school. He invited me to his house several times to have dinner together. I really envy him. I have lost contact now, and I miss it very much.

Life is hard, but the learning atmosphere is really good. Hongshan No.3 Middle School is a famous school, no less than Suixian No.1 Middle School at that time. Famous schools produce famous teachers, and then the teachers in Suizhou No.2 Middle School are basically from Hongshan Yu No.3 Middle School. The Chinese teacher in Grade Two is Miss Mei. She has a good knowledge of ancient Chinese and is very strict in class. She copied a lot of ancient Chinese after class. He opened the splendid and heavy world of ancient Chinese prose in China for us. Because of his strictness, now I can read difficult ancient Chinese without any obstacles. I really want to say thank you, Miss Mei. It's a pity that we are separated forever. I still remember the reading sound of Yuchun in class. Teacher Mei often asks him to get up and read the text. Nobody's watching this guy. He's so loud.

Two years of high school life seems to be over in an instant, and the students will go their separate ways. The scene of parting is still vivid in my mind. Students either give each other small gifts or small black and white photos. At that time, boys and girls ignored each other. In the past two years, I have hardly talked to my female classmates, and I have never seen other boys and girls talk to each other. Now I think, it's not reserved, it's not yearning, it's not that there is no restlessness in my heart. But depression, depression, such as depression before volcanic eruption. Between male students who have a good relationship, they secretly talk about female students in private and even write poems for female students. I wonder if female students discuss male students privately. A few days before leaving school, I witnessed boys and girls secretly exchanging photos. I'm too jealous to talk to my female classmates. I know that as long as I offer to exchange gifts with my female classmates, my female classmates will not disagree. How many years later, when Xiang Hui, Dai Yin, Yu and Gang Yi became classmates' husband and wife, I wondered, did they start at that time? How many classmates and couples will you achieve if you reach the present high school age?

Far away, leaving the lush and ignorant years, I stood at the gate of Hongshan No.3 Middle School.

Today, this school is called Suixian No.2 Middle School. Lishan became the seat of the county government, the original Lishan No.2 Middle School naturally became Suixian No.1 Middle School, and Hongshan No.3 Middle School condescended to become Suixian No.2 Middle School.

It's time for class. The guard at the door wouldn't let me in and asked who I was looking for. Who am I looking for? At that time, teachers and classmates had already parted ways. I said that I was a former student in No.3 Middle School, and now I want to have a look. The doorman was very friendly and let my wife and I in.

It has changed. Everything has changed. The gate has changed, but it has also changed direction. The original cement playground has become a plastic playground, a red runway and a green football field. The school motto is written on the stage of the central garden. All the bungalows are gone and replaced by buildings. The teaching building, staff building and dormitory are all brand-new and modern. Next to the gate, a big stone is engraved with "unforgettable teacher" The original tallest building, Damulou, has also disappeared. I wonder if there are any preserved original buildings. You can't ask young people. I asked middle-aged people and they shook their heads. Can I find another old man with white hair? Calling the teacher, the old man doesn't know why. It's really "children don't know each other when they meet, and they smile and ask where the visitors are from." I have no heart either. Yes, it has been 40 years, and things have changed a lot.

I am here. I saw it. I felt anxious for a while, and then I was relieved after I was depressed. You see, the second middle school in front of you is so good, modern and fashionable. Leave our Hongshan No.3 Middle School in the depths of memory. In the dead of night, when the lights are dim, I gently mention it from time to time and think of it gently.

Let's go, No.3 Middle School. Goodbye, No.3 Middle School. I'm going to see Mochou Village.