Write an article about your class teacher or classmates based on "Mr. Fujino"

Teacher Tang is seventy years old. He has a strong body and is about 1.8 meters tall. He still walks with such grace. He has gray hair and wears a pair of glasses for myopia, looking like a complete scholar.

Teacher Tang was my classmate and Chinese teacher in the second grade of junior high school. He is one of the teachers I admire the most in my life. He is also the person who inspired the trajectory of my life.

1962 was the second year of three consecutive natural disasters in our country, and we had three months of summer vacation. When the autumn semester started, I took the ten yuan my father had collected from here and there to register at the school first (I remember the total cost at that time was twenty-two yuan). A week later, the school urged the students who were in arrears to go back and get the money. I returned home on Saturday afternoon, and returned to school empty-handed on Sunday evening. The family had no money, and I knew this well: in less than a year, the expense of sending my second uncle to Nanjing for medical treatment and when his second uncle passed away had already put the family into debt. But my father still promised me that on Tuesday, there was a fair in town, and he would find a way to send me money.

I can no longer remember how I took those classes on Tuesday morning. Sitting in that class, I looked out the window from time to time, hoping to see my father earlier; He couldn't help but wonder how his father got the money... His absent-minded look was clearly seen by the attentive teacher Tang in the third period Chinese class. After class, Teacher Tang came to me and asked me with concern why I didn't pay attention in class. I lowered my head, blushed, and told him that my father wanted to send money. "Okay, your father will come later, let me meet him too." Teacher Tang smiled and patted my shoulder.

Halfway through the fourth period, I finally saw my father’s figure from outside the window. My father was carrying a straw basket, which seemed to be heavy. After walking around in front of my classroom for a while, he went to sit under a tree on the edge of the playground far away from the classroom, waiting for me to finish class.

After the bell rang, I couldn’t wait to rush out of the classroom and ran straight to my father. When he saw me, my father stood up slowly, holding a bunch of small bills that he had counted countless times in his left hand. When I arrived, my father looked very embarrassed and said, "Oh, today is really unsatisfactory. More than ten kilograms of tobacco leaves were sold for just over four kilograms. This chicken was intended to be sold, but it just laid another egg." Then, my father stretched out his hand under the chicken in the basket and pulled out a pink-skinned egg. It was not very big and had red blood streaks on it.

"I'm reluctant to sell it. Even if I sell it, I won't be able to get that much money." My father avoided my eyes, showing his helplessness. I stood at a loss, thinking in my mind: It's a pity to sell the egg-laying chicken, but how can I sell the tobacco leaves? That was my father’s “ration” for a year! Then my father said: "Son, let me talk to the leaders of your school. Can the money be postponed for a while? I will give it to you after autumn..." I still stood silently, "Oh! Dad really doesn't have it." What can we do? Otherwise, let’s make an agreement with the school to drop out for a year. When we have money next year, dad will definitely send you to study again.” There was silence for a while...

“Ah, this one. Brother, are you Wu Xing’s father?” A friendly voice sounded behind me.

"Yes, yes, you are..." The father seemed caught off guard.

"Ah, Teacher Tang!" I turned around in a hurry and called out.

"Oh, you are Teacher Tang, the child's class teacher, that's good, that's good!"

"Have you given money to the child?"

"..." The father was speechless for a moment and lowered his head. Suddenly he raised the small note he was holding in his left hand: "It's still far worse! No, I'm discussing with my child about dropping out of school."

" Dropping out of school?" Teacher Tang looked a little confused. Surprised, "The child is so young, I can't do anything if I go back."

"It's not that I want the child to do anything, it's just that I really can't think about the tuition money..." So the father I described the practical difficulties at home to Teacher Tang. After a moment of silence, Teacher Tang said to my father: "Let's talk about your family's difficulties with the school leaders and see if there is any solution. I will try my best to prevent the children from losing the opportunity to learn."

Before leaving, Teacher Tang gave me half a catty of meal tickets and 50 cents of vegetable tickets, and asked me to go to the teachers’ cafeteria to buy food for my father before going back. We couldn't refuse it over and over again, so we had no choice but to accept it.

It was Thursday afternoon. Teacher Tang called me to his office and told me: with the consent of the school leaders, all my tuition and miscellaneous fees will be waived, and a monthly scholarship of two yuan and fifty cents will be given to me. . Now it's great, you don't have to worry about the monthly cooking fee and rice steaming fee. Then Teacher Tang took me to the Academic Affairs Office to get new books.

As soon as school ended on Saturday afternoon, I asked for leave from my monitor and ran back to my home more than ten miles away, dancing, jumping, and singing. The whole family was very happy when they heard about such a good thing. The father said with emotion: "This Teacher Tang is really a good person. My child, when you meet him, just like the fortune teller said, you met the 'noble person'. Yes, Teacher Tang is the 'noble person' in your destiny!" ”

Since then, for this hard-won learning opportunity, I worked diligently and hard, and my study progressed very quickly, and my grades jumped to the top of the class. Teacher Tang always cares about me and gives timely encouragement for every bit of progress I make. He also asked me to pay attention to the "balance between work and rest" and participate in more cultural and sports activities. But at that time, my body was very weak. I could not throw the hoop while standing under the fence with a basketball in my arms. So Teacher Tang taught me how to play the erhu during some extracurricular activities. After one semester, I was really good at playing the erhu. I even performed at many class entertainment evenings.

In a flash, it was the summer of 1964. I was about to graduate from junior high school. Faced with the choice of further education after graduation, I seemed to have no hesitation. Considering the difficulties in my family, I applied for a technical secondary school. , it would be better to start working early (at that time, the state also guaranteed distribution for technical secondary school graduates). The one I'm most optimistic about is the "Chengdu Meteorological School" where I studied for one and a half years and was assigned to the meteorological department with a monthly salary of 29 and a half yuan. The second is "Huai'an Normal School" to become a primary school teacher in three years. I filled out the application form and handed it in with confidence. (At that time, you had to fill out your application form and then take the exam, which was not as complicated as it is now)

The next morning, a classmate informed me: "Teacher Tang wants you to come and be in the Chinese teaching and research group." I didn't What was he thinking, Jingzhi came to the Chinese teaching and research group. At first glance, my teacher in charge of the third grade of junior high school, Teacher Wu, was also there. It was Teacher Tang who spoke first. He held the "Application Form" that I filled out in his hand: "Did you fill out this application yourself?" I said "Yes" sheepishly. Teacher Tang asked again: "Have you ever sought the opinion of the head teacher, Teacher Wu?" I was speechless and just shook my head gently. "Yes, the teacher has trained you so carefully and hopes that you can have a good development, but you don't even discuss this important matter with the teacher and ask for the teacher's opinion. Well, fill it out again."

I returned to the classroom with a blank application form, thinking about how to fill it out. The shadow of the troubled family is never far away from my sight. I was determined and still had the desire to work early, so I reversed the first and second technical secondary schools in my original choice, and filled in my school in the third column.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, I was called to the Chinese teaching and research group again. It was Teacher Tang and Teacher Wu, and it was Teacher Tang who spoke first: "Hey, you are so young, how can you Are you thinking about studying in a technical secondary school?" I was about to talk about family difficulties, but Teacher Tang stopped me: "You want to say that working early can reduce the burden on the family, but why don't you think about the country? , how much money has the country spent on cultivating you, in terms of human and material resources, the country needs you to develop more and make greater contributions to the country in the future. Okay, I won’t go into too much detail. Don’t you just have difficulties at home? "The stipend will be more when I go to the high school. During the summer, I can cut more grass to dry and sell it to prepare for the start of the new school year." In front of me, Teacher Tang tore up my second application form. . I never filled out the application form again, maybe the teacher filled one out for me.

On the eve of my graduation, I joined the *** Youth League on July 8, 1964. The introducers were my third-year junior high school teacher, Teacher Wu, and my second-year junior high school teacher, Teacher Tang. .

In the autumn of 1964, I successfully entered the high school department of our school. Tuition and fees are free, and there is a monthly stipend of three and a half yuan.

In the early summer of 1966, an unprecedented cultural revolution began across the country. Then there was a stir in schools, classes were suspended and a "revolution" started. Many teachers were beaten, including Teacher Tang and others. Not spared either. Starting that year, colleges and universities across the country stopped enrolling students, and the college dream that the teacher had worked so hard to describe for me came to nothing.

In 1977, the ten-year Cultural Revolution came to an end. The news that the college entrance examination would be resumed inspired the hearts of many young students. In ten years, I went from a farmer to a teacher, then to a soldier in the army, and finally ended up in a factory and became a worker because of the "unfounded" "social relations" problem. But just when the college entrance examination was resumed, I received a thick copy of college entrance examination review materials from Teacher Tang, and asked me to go to his place every Saturday afternoon to participate in the college entrance examination review group composed of some senior classmates. class. In order to thank Teacher Tang for his concern, I went to his place, thanked him sincerely in person, and also participated in a period of review. Later, due to many difficulties in my small family, and more importantly, the sense of comfort of being satisfied with the status quo (iron rice bowl), I finally failed to give up that high-altitude opportunity as the teacher wanted.

But who would have thought that twenty years later, in 1997, the "iron rice bowl" that I had held for nearly thirty years would finally be completely broken, and I, at the age of fifty, would embark on a career path They took to the streets and opened up a new world of self-living. After that, every time Teacher Tang saw me, he always expressed regret for me and some degree of apology.

Yes, Teacher Tang’s kindness in his early years changed the trajectory of my life, but I have never thought of blaming Teacher Tang. I have always been grateful. It was Teacher Tang's care that gave me the opportunity to go back to class and learn more knowledge when I was on the verge of dropping out. It was the knowledge I learned later that enabled me to make great progress on the stage of life and have the skills to contribute modestly to society.

Teacher, I am really grateful to you and will always be grateful to you!