I am a God-that's how I grew up.

There is a God-that's how I grew up. The original text is:

& lt childhood >

Childhood should be the most carefree and interesting in everyone's life. Many people talk about their childhood, and they are eloquent and excited. But unfortunately, I am a forgetful person, and my childhood memories are either vague or fragmented, and may even be mixed with other people's childhood stories. Nevertheless, everyone's life journey begins with an innocent childhood. In retrospect, childhood stories may have to be told.

However, my childhood seems to be less colorful than other children in my memory. I am a precocious child. When I was very young, I thought a lot of things and felt very heavy. It seems that I have never had a particularly naughty and rebellious stage like other children. I had a dull and stable childhood.

When I was born, I was very thin (according to my mother) and my head was bare without a hair (of course, I also heard from my mother). So my mother's colleague gave me a nickname "Little Monk", and my brother also had a nickname-"Big Monk", all because of my trouble.

After I was born, my mother didn't have much milk, so my kind colleague Ceng Yi raised me with my newborn daughter. Later, her daughter and I stayed in the same class in Zhang Ying Primary School for six years. We were standard childhood friends, and to this day I still call Aunt Zeng "Aunt Zeng".

My family lives in my mother's house, Hunan Institute of Chemical Technology. I grew up in the courtyard of the Institute of Chemical Technology, and later went to my own kindergarten in the courtyard. What impressed me most about the kindergarten was the crispy rice in the kindergarten. The kitchen in the garden cooks in a big pot, and there will be some rice crust every time. At that time, I don't know why, but all the children in the garden thought that those crispy rice was the best food in the world. As soon as it's time for dinner, everyone will rob the rice crust crazily and try their best to please the chef. Because I am cute and have big eyes, I want to say goodbye. My host always takes special care of me, and every time I don't have to grab it, I can get a big golden and delicious rice crust, which makes other children salivate.

Our family is very strict in family education. Parents are very kind and filial people, of course, children are not allowed to break the rules. For example, even if it is very hot in summer, my parents will not allow us to run outside with bare arms like other children, which is not elegant. In fact, although we didn't have any bright clothes because of the poor conditions at home at that time, we dressed neatly and cleanly every day, with a simple and generous cuteness.

When I was a child, I looked very different from many children. Other children are crying and crying to go out to play, but I don't like going out. At that time, I liked reading in my room best. I'm crazy about everything with words, and I can't put it down even more if I happen to understand it. At that time, my family ordered a copy of Childhood for our two brothers. Every month, the publication date of this magazine is simply my holiday. I will hold it like a lifeline, gently touch the cover and smell the ink deeply. Then I will read endlessly for the next month until I know every word, until I can recite every article, until the next issue is published. I think Childhood should really evaluate me as a "loyal reader".

I write when I'm not reading. Before I went to primary school, my father taught me Chinese Pinyin. Although I couldn't write many words at that time, I still kept a diary. No one will ask a four-or five-year-old child to keep a diary. When I was a child, I still lay at my desk seriously every day, writing a pinyin diary tirelessly. For example, one day my parents and I went to the park to watch the Lantern Festival. There is an elephant lantern, which is sprayed with some toilet water. It is very fragrant. I was so excited that when I got home, I wrote with deep affection:

"Go to the park today, elephant pen perfume!"

At that time, you could sit at your desk for hours. This may be inherited from my father who studied philosophy. But my mother can't stand a child who is still in kindergarten being so quiet. For the sake of my health, my mother often throws me outside the door: "Don't stay at home all day, go out for exercise!" " "Look, I'm out again. I look pale like a child who is called home in a good mood!

Because I don't like going out, every time I have dinner, there will be a comedy in the yard: someone else's family is either a father or a mother looking for a child to go home in the yard: "Sanyazi, come back for dinner!" Our lineup is very special. I saw 5-year-old Xiao He shouting his playful brother in the yard: "Haohao, come back for dinner!" " "I am a little man, sandwiched between a group of adults, and it is also a spectacle.

Although I can't close the door, strangely, on the other hand, I am a child who likes to show his face. My father often proudly recalls that when I was just two years old, I recited Chairman Mao's poems to all the staff at the general meeting of the whole unit: "I have been in Jinggangshan for a long time ..." It was amazing, and I may not be able to recite them well now. I think, at that time, I couldn't even say a few words. When I was carried on stage by adults, I felt like there was no one there, and my speech was extremely inarticulate. I really think that being a host today is the foreshadowing of that year. And "Little Monk", I often give you free performances, which are very popular in our yard!

I didn't play very well when I was a child, which I still have regrets. I'm not good at any popular games. Shooting "Foreign Bodhisattva" (small picture) is too dirty and the roller ring is too monotonous. The only thing I think is that bungee jumping is still very artistic and creative, and I am afraid of being laughed at by other boys. In retrospect, I really didn't play much when I was a child. It's a pity.

At that time, our family was not rich, and the children didn't have any toys, which was not as happy as the baby now. I was fascinated when I saw a child trying on his new electronic pistol in the mall the other day. I am really surprised and envious that the small pistol makes a sound and emits fire. I think when we were young, we played gun games, that is, we shouted with our hands, "Bang, bang, bang!" " "After playing for an afternoon, you will know that your mouth is tired. But at that time, the friends were really happy. They get together every day and find the interest of equality, cooperation and "enjoying it" from group games.

I think, as social animals, people should learn to live in groups from an early age. Most children nowadays are only children. Although their living conditions are much better, they always stay at home, either watching movies or playing video games, and rarely go out to participate in some outdoor group activities, which can easily lead to physical weakness and withdrawn personality. Because I stayed indoors when I was a child, I still often worry about interpersonal relationships until today, and I have spent a lot of energy to make up for my clumsiness in dealing with people. If my childhood could be repeated, I think I would live in a different way!

I am curious to think: if I changed my childhood, what would I look like today?

& lt that's me >

1September 1980, I ended my kindergarten days and became a student in Changtangli Primary School in Shinan District of Changsha.

At that time, I was only a little over six years old, and I was not old enough to go to school at the age of seven, but my parents wanted me to go to school early, so they took me to the headmaster for an exam. The headmaster thought that he could accept me with a few words and a few additions and subtractions. I still wonder in my heart: "My father taught me these things two years ago. How can I take the exam? "

So, from the Institute of Chemical Engineering where my family lives to the pony road in Changtangli Primary School, every morning and evening, another little figure bounces back and forth with a small bag on his back. That is me.

As a result, there was a neurotic boy in Class B, Grade One. Because he didn't like dealing with other children since he was a child, he was terrified when he first came into contact with the campus environment. He has a very kind and excellent first teacher named Yang Xiuwen, but he is so afraid of Yang that he dare not raise his hand to tell the teacher if he wants to pee in class. The more afraid I am, the more I want to pee, and the more I want to pee, the more I dare not say it, so the little students around him often shout in class: "Ah! Why is the ground wet again! " He stood up with a sad face and his trousers were wet. The kind teacher Yang always helps him clean his pants. There was a girl in the class who lived in school, so Teacher Yang asked her to go home and get him a pair of pants to put on. So in the first two or three weeks of senior one, there was always a little boy in Class One and Class Two of Changtangli Primary School, and that was me.

Later, the little boy gradually adapted to the life in primary school, because his parents taught him to read and count when he was very young, and he was very basic among his classmates. In addition to getting high marks in the exam, his characteristics of being pushy as a child were also revealed. He designed one theme class meeting after another, which made the head teachers of other classes envious: "Look at Class B, students can hold their own class meetings, it's not as hard as me!" The little boy also published a blackboard newspaper, choreographed for the dance team, wrote allegro, punched and kicked, and blossomed everywhere. Not only is he praised three times a year, but his captain, squadron leader and battalion chief are "prosperous in official career" and become one of the best model children. Sorry, that's me.

But this little boy also has many shortcomings. Because I think I am smart, when I am excited in class, I will "duet" with my teacher. The teacher often says that I am happy, and this little boy actually dances in class. Once he was so excited that he threw his small straw hat for shading into the classroom again and again, which was stopped by the teacher's anger. After a while, the little boy couldn't restrain his excitement and threw a small straw hat. The consequences are naturally unimaginable. From then on, a boy in the class was killed and refused to wear a straw hat to school. Sorry, that's me, too

One day, I didn't know what mistake he made, so the teacher kept him and took him to the office to reprimand him. He cried sadly as he listened. Seeing that he had realized his mistake, the teacher sent him home. The little boy walked out of the office with tears in his eyes and couldn't help laughing through tears when he thought that he could finally go home. Just as the teacher came out to pour water, he was furious when he saw this scene: "Wow! When I cry to my face, you will be happy when you leave the office. You really know how to act. Come in! " So he was taken back to the office for training. This time, he cried sincerely, but the teacher no longer believed him. He cried and shouted, "Look, teacher, I really cried!" "

Don't think that this little boy is a naughty boy, he has a kind and sincere heart. He mixes with all his classmates, including boys and girls, and respects his teachers very much. A classmate in the class is slow to respond. When the teacher talks about the envelope format, he always doesn't know where the recipient and the sender should write, so the teacher is anxious to get angry in class. The little boy volunteered to stay after class to help his classmates understand the envelope format. He teaches at noon, and when the teacher goes to work in the afternoon, the boy rushes to report the good news: "Teacher, he can write and stamp!" " "Take a breath and ask timidly," Teacher, do you have anything to eat here? "Neither of us has eaten yet!"

By the time of the sixth grade mock exam, this kind little boy happened to be sitting with a classmate with high myopia. The nearsighted classmate couldn't see the questions on the blackboard clearly, so the little boy enthusiastically helped him copy them down for him to do. When he finished copying and began to answer, the exam was over. His eyes were red with anxiety, and the paper had just answered two or three questions. Fortunately, the teacher was observant and arranged an extra test for him. So there was another boy in the teacher's office who was immersed in answering questions, and that was me.

At one time, the school organized lunch between classes and distributed bread and peach cakes. Some girls in the class have a small appetite, and often the whole bread and peach crisp are left. The little boy collected these untouched foods and gave them to the children of families who had difficulties on their way to school. So he is very popular on that road. Walking on the road, children often rushed over and shouted sweetly, "Brother He Jiong." I think the name "He Jiong" must be synonymous with bread and peach crisp in those children's childhood memories.

His senior class teacher is Li Caiying. He is a warm-hearted and kind teacher. Once, when Miss Li organized her classmates to watch a children's play, she accidentally sprained her foot on the steps of the theater. The little boy was very distressed, so he made himself a crutch and gave it to the teacher. And every afternoon, no matter how late the teacher works overtime, he is waiting to help the teacher take the bus. On the way, someone asked Miss Li, "Is this your son?" Teachers and students replied in unison: "Yes!"

Although it was more than ten years ago in primary school, the memories are still vivid. The little boy's laughter and sadness are now vivid, as if reading other people's stories. And I sorted out my memory and finally knew: is that little boy cute or naughty, smart or considerate, that's me.

& lt red wooden cases and small ink cartridges >

I have always considered myself a very lucky person. A lot of things I secretly hope will happen naturally, and I don't need to delve into design too much. Therefore, I believe more and more that many things depend on ordinary efforts, rather than temporary demands.

Take further studies as an example. The current education system makes further education a very lethal thing. Students regard graduation as the deadline and the entrance examination as a scourge. Parents are also very upset, worried and worried. Fortunately, I never let my parents worry about going to school, and I always think it is the most worthwhile thing for parents to do.

When I was in the sixth grade, one day my parents asked me what middle school I wanted to go to. At that time, I had no idea about middle school myself, but I was eager to win. I tilted my neck and replied, "The best in the world!" "My dad said," The best thing is the middle school attached to teachers' college (which was not renamed as the middle school attached to normal university at that time). It is a boarding school. If you are admitted to the attached middle school, I will put my little red box on you. "

"Really?" I quickly turned my eyes to the top of the wardrobe, where the beautiful little red wooden box lay quietly. That's my dream baby. Although it is very old, it is said that my father used it when he was studying at Wuhan University, but I just think it is exquisite, elegant and bookish, and I have long wanted to keep it for myself. Now that my father spoke, I made up my mind at that time: I must be admitted to the attached middle school for the sake of the little red box!

Now that I think about it, my dad was really making money. A small box just inspired me to win. Today, some parents don't know how to make gorgeous promises, so that their children are willing to sit quietly at their desks for a while! Why was I so tasteless in those days?

In short, I began to prepare carefully before the exam. The attached middle school is an excellent middle school with a high enrollment rate. There is a folk saying that "if you enter the affiliated middle school, you will enter the safe." Children who want to go to famous universities want to enter this safe, and the competition is fierce. Naturally, I dare not neglect, and more and more "the door is closed and the second door is not open." When I am most tired, I look up at the little red box on the top of the wardrobe, which arouses my endless fighting spirit and lofty ambition.

Who knows that one day, the brigade counselor called me to the office and told me that the school decided to recommend me to the middle school attached to Normal University and not to take the exam. I hope to sum up the performance of primary schools in the past six years and collect certificates and prizes for approval. I didn't understand what was going on until I got home. I only know that someone is going to take away all the prizes I have worked hard for six years at once, and I am very sad. My parents explained it for a long time before I understood that the attached middle school would decide whether to admit me according to my grades and awards. At that time, I thought to myself: That's right. Does the prize won in the New Year's entertainment party count?

So I started sorting out my bottles and cans. When I saw a small ink box stuffed at the bottom of the drawer, I immediately fell into a deep ideological struggle. It's a black plastic ink box, square, with cranes and pine trees engraved on the cover. There is absorbent cotton in the box, which is beautiful and practical. If you write brush strokes or draw ink paintings, that would be great! This is the prize I won in the city painting competition, and it is my favorite thing. You have to hand in this? It's really hard for me to give up what I love. But another thought: the teachers in the attached middle school will definitely accept me when they see that I have taken such a great ink cartridge. So bite your teeth, stamp your feet, and pay!

After cleaning up, I found that I really won a lot of prizes during my primary school. What three good students award, composition award, painting competition award and so on. There is a big bag in 7788. Carrying it all the way to school feels like carrying six years of hard work and hard work. Little me, I was deeply moved all the way. When I went to the teacher's office, I checked out one by one. When I found the small ink box, I put up with it for a long time and asked, "So-will they pay me back?"

Later, I didn't get into the attached middle school. I always think that small ink cartridges play a key role.

Then I stood in front of the gate of the affiliated middle school on a summer morning in 1986. Looking at the lively scene of people coming and going on campus, I have an indescribable curiosity about the future middle school life. I flew into school with my dream red box in my hand. ...

& lt flower season >

There are four famous academies in China. For thousands of years, the strong cultural incense has made scholars all over the world yearn for it. Yuelu Academy in Changsha, Hunan Province is famous all over the world for its "learning from Chu and prospering in Sri Lanka".

When I was in middle school, Yuelu Academy was my favorite place to hang out after school. My middle school, the middle school attached to Hunan Normal University, is very close to Yuelu Academy. In my opinion, the attached middle school also shows the aura and elegance of Yuelu Academy.

The middle school attached to the middle school is surrounded by mountains and waters, and its geographical location is excellent. Although far away from the city, it is quiet and fresh, away from the hubbub, and it is a good place to study. In addition, the school spirit is rigorous, the teachers are smart, and the teaching quality is among the best in the country. It has become a "blessed land" in the eyes of Changsha students and has trained many outstanding talents. Premier Zhu Rongji used to be a student in an affiliated middle school.

After 1986 was sent to the attached middle school, I was lucky enough to spend six years of middle school life in this prestigious school, and spent that adolescence called "flower season".

The memory of the attached middle school is colorful, and the most special one should be the six-year boarding life. Because the school is not close to the city, most students live on campus, and I have been "staying" in the old student dormitory behind the school library since I entered school at the age of 12.

When I first got on the boat, I was a real child. From the family life of "clothes to reach out, food to mouth" to the collective life of taking care of ourselves and others, we chattering children have encountered no small challenge.

In a small room, there are two rows of bunk beds against the wall, and there is a long table under the window. Under the bed are their suitcases, a bucket, a thermos and some shoes. This is 12 villain's home.

That's a happy place! The boarding regulations of the school are very strict. Get up at half past six every morning and get up early to exercise. You can't stay in the dormitory during classes in the morning and afternoon. Take a nap at noon, 10 Turn off the lights and go to bed. My classmates and I have experienced the pleasure of wandering between restraint and relaxation in a regular collective life. We are all obedient and occasionally take a little risk and make some harmless rules. We avoided the guard's eyes, secretly took lunch back to our room and enjoyed the preserved fish and bacon brought from home (in order to keep it clean, the school rules forbid eating it in the dormitory). We had a heated conversation after the lights went out. As soon as the buddy in the upper berth at the door called the police, "The teacher is coming", we immediately became silent, holding our breath and waiting for the teacher's footsteps to pass by our door, and everyone snickered. ...

In winter, when we shouted in the water room and then a bucket of cold water bathed us, when we were pleasantly surprised to find that the chef in the canteen had added a few pieces of lean meat when cooking, when it was finally our turn to go out for morning exercises and rest assured to sleep in, when we held a simple birthday party for our roommates, when everyone was singing and dancing, and when we came home at the weekend and hugged our mother tightly enough to refuse to give up, we really realized that children who didn't live in school were.

We spent that beautiful flower season in collective life and unconsciously formed our own outlook on life and values. I joined the Communist Youth League gloriously in the second day of junior high school. Since then, I have not only the care of my parents, the education of my teachers, but also the training and guidance of the Communist Youth League, which has enabled me to grow up healthily.

The students in the affiliated middle school are particularly independent and sensible. At the same time, the attached middle school also teaches us to respect ourselves and others, makes us realize that only hard work is the only way to succeed, and makes us realize that accumulating knowledge and improving quality is the purpose of learning, and the enrollment rate that everyone pays attention to is actually the inevitable and corresponding result of hard work, and should not be a deliberate goal.

More importantly, the education policy of the affiliated middle school is "teaching students in accordance with their aptitude", and students will never be shaped into exactly the same children with high marks and mental retardation. Instead, they will respect their personality and hobbies, give them room to exert their charm, supplemented by guidance and guidance. Therefore, the students in the affiliated middle school are confident, happy and healthy.

I think that during the six years in the attached middle school, I chose my own specialties and interests and had full freedom. I have painted, sung, danced and learned musical instruments, some of which have gradually evolved into simple interests in life, some of which really have no effect, and no one forced you. Like musical instruments, I lack spirituality. After playing the erhu for several weeks, it still plays like a rusty door shaft, and it is also short of breath when playing the harmonica. After playing the violin for a while, I feel like erhu, not to mention guitar. I don't know what is wrong with it.

I have always been fascinated by football, jumping around behind a lot of older children, and maybe I haven't touched the ball a few times since the whole game. What's more, I hurt my knee every time I play football, and I have to pay the price of blood. It works every time. Once I was careful not to fall from the audience. After the game, everyone broke up in high spirits. I volunteered to pick up the ball and send it back to the gym. I broke my knee when I picked it up! I was angry and never went to the stadium again. Playing football became my farewell game.

But my other talents and interests are gradually emerging, that is, speaking and hosting. The school discovered my hobby and cultivated it in a planned way, which gave me many opportunities to learn, improve and exercise. Today, I can make some progress in hosting because of the training of the attached middle school.

I have been doing well in middle school and learned a lot: I am still a cadre and have exercised my ability; Made many friends. More importantly, during the six years in the attached middle school, I mastered the learning methods, corrected my attitude towards life and defined my life goals. Compared with the young teenagers who entered school, I feel mature, and this flower in the flower season is more colorful.

You should ask, what kind of flower are you?

& lt the most beautiful misunderstanding >

We often see the legendary story of who accompanied others to audition and was accidentally selected, and then stepped into the entertainment circle in entertainment news, so people often think that stars are born from misunderstanding. I always think of myself when I see such reports. Don't throw up yet. Of course, I wouldn't call myself a star so disgusting. I just think it's really the most beautiful misunderstanding in the world to have the opportunity to study in Beiwai after graduating from high school.

The middle school stage is an important period for shaping and positioning a person. From childhood ignorance to youth complacency, many adults' ambitions, personalities and temperament have planted seeds in this period. It was in middle school that I learned the truth of "no pains, no gains" and began to believe that a person who is good at suffering will often have a good result in the end, and this idea has always been my principle and has been used ever since.

Because of this ideological foundation, in order to go to an ideal university after graduation, I was very diligent in middle school, not only got good grades, but also actively participated in hot group activities. Especially in high school, I jumped up and down for three years, blossoming all around, and the fire was fierce, changing the quiet appearance when I first entered the school. By the time I graduated, my classmates trusted me and envied me for going to Beiwai.

Speaking of my going to Beiwai, it's really a beautiful misunderstanding!

In fact, the worst subject in my middle school is chemistry, followed by English. Because other subjects will be above 90, but chemistry is always hovering around 80, and English is rarely above 90. It's not that I don't work hard. I think maybe everyone will have strengths and weaknesses. But after a lot of efforts, English has not improved much. I almost believe that my foreign language learning ability is really not strong.

So when I graduated from senior three, Beijing Foreign Studies University (then called Foreign Languages College) came to recruit Arabic students. I don't think this has anything to do with me. First, I think foreign language major is not my strong point, nor is it suitable for my future development direction. There are many students who learn a second foreign language better than me, and I am not good at interview competition. Thirdly, I was bent on being an excellent journalist or lawyer in the future, but I never thought about showing my talents in foreign languages. So when the teacher announced the news, all the students were rubbing their hands and excited, and I was still dreaming of my tall image in court.

Probably because I didn't feel too much pressure, I did well in the interview. I am good at impromptu speech, recitation and singing, and of course I won't make a fool of myself. Interestingly, I am not nervous about the English exam, but naturally fluent, clear pronunciation and mellow voice, and my performance is extraordinary. But unfortunately, the top English students suffer from the "all-in-one" mentality, which affects their play.

More than a month later, I received the admission notice from the North Foreign Languages Department. Informed students are "filled with indignation". Sigh that I picked it up cheaply. I am also carrying a notice, still clinging to my dream of being a journalist and lawyer. I sighed with disappointment: "misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! "

In fact, I didn't quite understand what a beautiful misunderstanding this was. Later practice proved that I was really not good at learning foreign languages, but I didn't regret choosing Beiwai. Instead, I tried to find my new coordinates according to the characteristics of the new environment, and I never slacked off because I was getting farther and farther away from the original design. On the contrary, I am glad that I have seen my growth direction more and more clearly, and I am sincerely glad that I have the opportunity to study in Beiwai, not only because foreign language learning has shown me such a colorful and wonderful world. Not only the teachers and classmates of Beiwai have given me so many opportunities and help, but more importantly, the elegant and unique atmosphere of Beiwai and her free and relaxed environment have promoted my temperament and personality cultivation.

I believe that if we had not chosen Beiwai in those years, we wouldn't be here today. Misunderstanding may bring a happy ending.

In fact, there will always be such accidents in our lives, and things will not always develop as we hope. I think, instead of moping, complaining or even being discouraged, it is better to adapt to the change and try to turn the accident into a beautiful misunderstanding.

About the author: He Jiong, 1974 from Changsha, Hunan, 1995 joined the party. 1997 graduated from Arabic Department of Beijing Foreign Studies University and stayed there as a teacher. He used to be the host of CCTV's "Big Windmill" program and the national radio music program "Very Popular". Now he is the host of Happy Camp on Hunan Satellite TV and Music Dinner on Beijing People's Broadcasting Station. After God, He Jiong also wrote about how to be happy, just right, the best happiness and so on.

Introduction: I have a God in my heart. The full name is "I have a God in my heart-that's how I grew up", which is the first book written by the famous host He Jiong. The book was published by Hainan Publishing House in September, 1998, and sold nearly 600,000 copies at that time.