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Long Xinmin, male, Han nationality, native of Guanyintang Group, Langu Village, Shuangqiao Town, Qidong County, Hunan Province, was born in September 1946, started working in September 1969, joined the Party in December 1973, Central Party School Postgraduate degree (Training Department of the Central Party School). He once served as director of the State Press and Publication Administration, secretary of the Party Leadership Group and director of the Copyright Bureau. He is currently deputy director of the Culture, History and Study Committee of the 12th National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. On April 3, 2007, French President Chirac awarded him the title of Chevalier of the French Legion of Honor. His works include: "Perception Propaganda" and "Pepsi Shi Ling".

Teachers’ Day is coming again.

? When there was no Teacher’s Day in the past, my thoughts and gratitude to teachers often lingered in my heart. Since Teacher's Day, every time before and after the festival, I miss the teachers who gave me selfless care when I was in elementary school, middle school, and college. The kind of missing and grateful feeling I feel for my relatives at home during the Spring Festival. Feelings of longing.

? My hometown is in rural Shonan. In 1958, I graduated from the primary school in my hometown, Dayun City, and was admitted to Qidong No. 1 Middle School in the county. At the beginning of August, the school released the results, and the teacher told me and my parents that I had been admitted to No. 1 Middle School. However, the admission notice clearly stated that the tuition fee for the whole school year was 46 yuan.

? 46 yuan does not seem to be too much, but for us, an ordinary farmer family, this is simply an astronomical figure! My parents were having trouble paying school fees, and the folks in the village were also worried. So they came to my house one by one and kindly advised my parents: "Our family is so poor, don't let Xinmin go to junior high school, and just work at home and farm." "The parents' mood is very contradictory. They are both from poor backgrounds. They really hope that their children can go to middle school, but they really can't afford 46 yuan. Seeing time passing day by day, school started on September 1st, and I was still at home; one month after the school started, I was still at home and failed to report to No. 1 Middle School.

? One day at the end of September, my primary school principal, Teacher Luo Shulin, learned that I had been admitted to No. 1 Middle School but my family had no money and could not enroll in school. He walked 20 miles from home to my house and expressed his deep affection. He said to my parents, "Xinmin is studying well. It's a pity that you don't let him go to junior high school." As he said that, he took out 10 yuan from his pocket and handed it to my father. "I don't have much either." "Money, these 10 yuan will be used to send Xinmin to school. You must raise some money anyway, so as not to delay his education." At that time, Teacher Luo had left the primary school in my hometown and was transferred to a primary school in another township to be the principal. Now, my salary is only about 20 yuan a month, and my family supports several people. He spent 10 yuan to send me to school. It was not easy. With tears in his eyes, Teacher Luo used the bamboo spoon on my water tank to scoop a glass of water from the water tank and drank a few sips before leaving my house.

? With the 10 yuan given to me by Teacher Luo, my family finally has some foundation to pay my tuition. So my parents were determined to remove the copper wash basin used by the whole family to wash their faces, a copper kettle used to boil water, as well as the copper handles and locks on the only cabinet and box in the house. Mother took these things to the I sold the pawn shop and collected about 10 yuan. In this way, when the school had been in session for a month, my father sent me to Qidong No. 1 Middle School with this 20 yuan to register.

When I was admitted to Qidong No. 1 Middle School, I was assigned to Class 41. When we arrived at the school, we were received by the principal, Teacher Liu Jifeng, and the head teacher of Class 41, Teacher Li Zhengzhang. Teacher Li said, "I know your family is in financial difficulty, and the class has been waiting for Xinmin to come to school, and the class's study committee member is still reserved for him." Principal Liu especially said to my father, "You just hand over this Just 20 yuan, and the school will find a way to get the rest from the bursary.” Listening to Principal Liu’s words, my father didn’t know what to say, so he just kept saying thank you. In this way, I finally officially registered and went to junior high school in No. 1 Middle School.

When I went to go through the meal formalities after registration, the teacher from the school's general affairs office told me, "You are eating the national grain (commercial grain) quota. You don't have to bring your own grain to school. The monthly quota is 32 pounds." I was shocked when I heard that, and immediately said to the teacher, "I am a child from the countryside. I don't eat national food. Let me eat rural food." I heard that I didn't want to eat national food and wanted to eat rural food. Within a day, I Dozens of students from our class and other classes approached me to exchange for the national grain quota. The head teacher and the teacher from the General Affairs Office told Principal Liu about this situation.

Principal Liu called me to his office and said, "You're such a stupid kid. You don't need your family to pay for you to eat the national food. You did it because of your best grades. The hundreds of rural students newly recruited by the school are always ***There are only two quotas for eating national food, and one of the quotas is given to you. You don’t want to exchange it with other students.” After hearing what Principal Liu said, I agreed to eat the national food. Only a few years later did I know that during the six years I was in junior high school and high school, especially during the three difficult years, I had 32 kilograms of rice supplied by the state every month, and I could still have enough to eat every day, while my classmates They have to carry rice, sweet potatoes, pumpkins, taro and other food from home to school, and their food is much worse than mine.

? Without the 10 yuan given by Principal Luo from the primary school, and the special care from Principal Liu and the teachers at the middle school, my dream of going to middle school would have been shattered. It was the care and instruction given to me by these kind-hearted teachers that enabled me to successfully complete junior high school and high school in Qidong No. 1 Middle School. I remember that when I was a freshman in high school, the school organized an essay competition with the title "An Unforgettable Thing". I wrote about the ups and downs of my junior high school days. The article was sincere and well-written, and won the school-wide essay competition. of first place.

? Time flashed forward six years. In 1964, I graduated from Qidong No. 1 Middle School and was admitted to the Chinese Department of Beijing Normal University. It’s free to eat while studying in normal school, which naturally makes my parents feel relieved. However, the transportation costs on the way to school and the clothing and equipment after school are naturally a headache for parents. There was no quilt, so one of my cousins ??gave me a quilt he had made; there was no box, so another cousin gave me an oilcloth box from his own home. I carried a quilt and a straw mat on one end of a carrying pole, and a box on the other. My mother packed the box with a pair of new cloth shoes made from the soles that she had collected overnight and was reluctant to wear. In this way, I embarked on a journey to Beijing in bare feet with another classmate in my class who was admitted to Beijing to attend university. In order to save money on taking the train, we bought slow train tickets for the whole journey. This way, we took four trains along the way from our hometown to Beijing. Now it only takes 7 hours to take the high-speed train, which took us two days and two nights. On the morning of August 28, 1964, the train finally arrived at Yongdingmen Station in Beijing, and I was picked up back to school by a large car from Beijing Normal University welcoming new students.

? Walking into the Beijing Normal University campus, it was like the spring breeze blowing on my face, and I felt as warm as home. What greeted me in the class dormitory was our class teacher, Mr. Huang Huilin. She saw that my luggage was very simple, there was no mattress or blanket on the bed, and I had no shoes on my feet, so she quickly applied to the school to send me a blanket and spread it on the bed for me personally. A few days after school started, she took a few female classmates to sew quilts and mattresses for me and several other students in the class who came from rural areas and were from poor families. Except for a shirt, a coat, and two pairs of pants, I had no clothes to keep out the cold in Beijing. Teacher Huang also made a tailor-made cotton-padded jacket for me when I applied to the school sewing club. During the winter when I was studying at Beijing Normal University, I always wear that cotton-padded jacket.

? What should I do if I don’t have enough clothes? Teacher Huang discussed with several classmates from relatively well-off families in Beijing and donated some used clothes to us. So Lu Ruier, Chen Fu, Wang Biao and other classmates all brought some clothes from home and gave them to me. What impressed me most was that Lu Ruier, the daughter of Lu Dingyi, Vice Premier of the State Council and Minister of the Central Propaganda Department, brought two old shirts worn by her father and gave them to me. Maybe I was grateful because I wore Lu Dingyi's clothes. During the "Cultural Revolution", when Lu Dingyi was regarded as a member of the "Peng Luo Lu Yang" anti-party group and was knocked down and dragged into a struggle at the Beijing Normal University, I couldn't help but feel grateful. I couldn't shout the slogan "Down with Lu Dingyi", and felt sour and painful in my heart. Later, in order to keep the photo of her parents, Lu Ruier hid the photo on the top of the lower bunk bed where she lived in the dormitory and covered it with newspaper. As time went by, the newspaper tore and the photo was exposed. Other classmates discovered it. I wanted to hold a meeting to criticize Lu Ruier for "not being able to draw the line between being a gangster family." I also came forward to plead with the class and said that as a daughter, it is only natural for her to keep photos of her parents, so don't criticize her. In the end, the matter was never mentioned again. This is something to talk about later.

After I went to the Chinese Department of Beijing Normal University, I had to do weekend cleaning every Saturday afternoon. I was pulling weeds and cleaning up garbage on campus with my classmates with bare feet. It was like a "foot iron plate". I walked up and down the road and didn't feel any pricks on my feet while working.

Teacher Huang came to me again and again and said as if she were her own child: "Xinmin, the north is not like your hometown. The weather is getting colder. You are working on campus again. You must wear your shoes." "Come on, don't prick your feet." After listening to Teacher Huang, I took out the shoes my mother made for me and put them on.

As soon as I entered the university, I continued to do my old job as a student cadre in middle school. I became a publicity committee member of the Youth League branch. I was responsible for ordering newspapers for the class. One day, Teacher Huang asked me to ride her bicycle to the Suojiafen post office to order newspapers for the class. I used to rarely see bicycles at home, let alone ride them. It was a classmate from Beijing who taught me how to ride a bicycle in my post-college class. Because I had just learned it, the first time I rode Teacher Huang’s car out, I fell off the car when I reached Xiaoxitian, breaking Teacher Huang’s new car. I felt unspeakably nervous and sad. I pushed the bicycle back to school after ordering newspapers from the post office. I was really embarrassed to tell Teacher Huang, but Teacher Huang found that the handlebars of the bicycle were all crooked and knew that I must have fallen. She threw the car aside, asked me kindly if I was injured in the fall, and told me that if I felt any discomfort, I should go to the campus hospital immediately. At that time, Teacher Huang needed a ticket to buy a new bicycle, and how many months of salary had to be saved before he could buy a car.

? Living in the big family of the class, receiving kind teachings from the head teacher, Mr. Huang and other teachers, and receiving care and help from my classmates, I love my alma mater, my teachers, and myself from the bottom of my heart. The class collective of my class also loves the dear party and the great motherland that have nurtured me from the bottom of my heart. I entered the school at the end of August 1964, and on October 1, I participated in the rally and parade in Tiananmen Square to celebrate the 15th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. As a member of the honor guard of the college students' phalanx, I carried a huge placard "Long Live the Great Republic of the People's Republic of China" on my shoulders and walked passionately through Tiananmen Square. I also saw from a distance the people marching on the Tiananmen Gate. Chairman Mao Zedong and other party and state leaders who waved greetings felt extremely excited and happy in their hearts.

After the National Day celebrations, Associate Professor Ge Xinyi, who teaches composition in our grade, gave us the title of our first composition after school: "When I walked through Tiananmen Square." I had the unforgettable experience of going to university in Beijing from rural areas in southern Hunan, the personal experience of being cared for after arriving at university, and the excitement and pride when I walked through Tiananmen Square. This essay of mine is sincere and passionate, and was well received by Professor Ge. was praised and published as a composition model for the whole grade.

? There are too many teachers to write about; there are too many memorable things to talk about in three days and three nights. Teachers in the world are the most respectable. They not only impart cultural knowledge and principles of life and work to students, but their care and help to students are deeply engraved in the hearts of students throughout their lives.

? The spring breeze turns into rain, moistening things silently. From the actions of the teachers, I learned how to care for those who need care and help those who need help. Maybe a little help can change a person's life. I am willing to contribute to society and serve the people with a kind heart, just like the teachers who educated me.