Cherish the memory of my Chinese teacher

Like the popular Meimei writer Bao Jingjing, what we have in common is that we are particularly fond of literature and writing, although our personalities are very different, with a difference of several decades, and our schooling stages have different backgrounds.

But I have had a very similar experience. Since junior high school, I was once obsessed with literature. I was so obsessed with literature that I laughed at you. At that time, even when I went to the toilet, I didn't forget to take a novel or literary periodical to browse. Although for 4 or 50 years, in a flash, that period of time has become the distant history of yesterday, but the scene is still fresh in my mind.

If I have any creativity and achievements in writing today, then first of all, I would like to thank Mr. Xia Liyan, who was the enlightenment of writing in middle school.

As my Chinese achievement has always been among the best, it is quite favored and appreciated by the head teacher and the Xia teacher of Chinese teaching. I often let him as a model essay and read affectionately in public, high-spirited and frustrated in class. give me a lot of points in the prestige of my classmates. In addition, my works always appear frequently in the spray school magazine, which is favored by boys and girls, and is always surrounded by a group of loyal fans and admirers.

Teacher Xia is gray-haired, thin, dark-faced, more than 50 years old, dressed simply, untidy and bearded all the year round, like the frustrated old literati of the past. In most seasons, I like to wear a white-washed blue khaki Mao suit, and I don't forget two fountain pens with red and blue ink in my coat pocket, which seems to be ready to help students correct their homework.

He is usually serious and unrestrained in talking and laughing, so some girls are afraid to see him. But as soon as he entered the state of lecturing, he was beaming, and immediately he was like a different person, quoting a stronghold, talking and laughing, eloquent and eloquent, so at the end of a class, there was always white spitting in his horns, and some boys secretly gave him a nickname behind his back, calling him summer crab.

In general, as soon as Mr. Xia announces the title of his composition on the blackboard, the eyes of the whole class immediately focus on me, as if I have some secret of writing. Those who are close at hand make use of geographical advantage, get the moon first, look around me and get a peek. Others have to run long distances away from their seats and spy on the movements. Some people even waited patiently on the side, watching how I started, but at that time, it was strange to say, just as it is often said in the commentary that my brow is frowned and my mind is calculated. I just need to think for a moment, and my thoughts gush, and words gush out like clouds and water.

Basically, I write a composition with neither a draft nor an outline. In this way, I finished my homework in two steps. As a result, it shortens a lot of writing time! And also ensure quality and quantity, even create high marks. You say, why not let the students look at each other and be confused?

In the composition competition of the whole school regardless of high school and junior high school, the champion always missed me and missed the chance to win the championship! But talking to comfort is not allowed to win the second place (second prize) honor.

However, what is different from Bao Jingjing is that I am not limited to reading to satisfy my hungry literary hobby and get nutrition. I especially like listening to the radio. At that time, the radio novels, film recordings, radio dramas, storytelling and other programs of the Central people's Radio were my favorites. For me, listening to the radio was also an ideal literary edification. In order to listen to it, I even managed to install a mineral radio.

Teacher Xia has painstaking attainments, rigorous scholarship, deep writing skills and rich teaching experience. Correcting the composition is also different and ingenious.

He always holds a brilliant pen dipped in red flowers in his hand, gallop freely in our composition books, draw pictures, stimulate words and splash ink. In addition to finally leaving his vigorous condensed, paper-based review of Mo Bao, when he meets his favorite words and sentences, he will also point out a long list of great points at the bottom of each sentence, which will be divided into three, six, nine, etc., some like a string of water waves, some like pebbles, some like a red triangle, and a small circle below, which generally contains the meaning of words.

If you not only have great points and circles, but also add a G word that seems to be written in English at the end of the chapter, you can think that the description is excellent, the sentence is excellent, and the standard is high.

Therefore, my composition, after teacher Xia's review and processing, is often full of eyes and highlights. It seems that it has become a work of arts and crafts, and its value has only increased. The students rushed to pass it around and couldn't put it down. I'm a little dizzy, too, and I seem a little smug and carried away.

The most interesting thing is that Mr. Xia gave the students marks for their compositions, which was extremely serious and meticulous, with a point deducted from the wrong words, improper punctuation, and 00:03. Strict law enforcement, no closeness, and equal treatment. A lot of professionalism. This aspect left an indelible deep impression on me.

That would be great! Each student's composition score is like the settlement salary announced by migrant workers at the end of the year, the highest 91.7 points, others 62.4 points, 71.6 points, 78.4 points, the most unlucky to give a 59.9 points!

Mr. Xia subscribes to a journal of Yuhua literature, which is his favorite. Every year at the end of the year, he designs and decorates the beautiful cover of Yuhua with Kraft paper, assembles it into a book, and collects it. Ordinary people don't want to get their hands on it, but ignore me, which is an exception.

When Mr. Xia sent the latest Yuhua periodical with strong ink in his hand as soon as possible, I was really a little flattered. Even once I was so excited that my eyes moistened. I lost my maternal love since I was a child. I was raised by my uncle. Originally, my aunt belonged to my uncle, but there was nothing under her knee, and she made it clear that she would inherit me as my adopted son.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Two years later, there were waves and sudden changes. My uncle's ex-wife's son, that is, my cousin, graduated from Taiyuan Institute of Technology University. He was afraid of falling out of favor and losing the right to inherit property. He made a few door-to-door accidents, causing chickens and dogs to jump, busy and restless. Uncle was forced to have no choice but to let me board and lodge at school all the time. He also declares that he will only bear the tuition and living expenses (in fact, part of it is provided by the biological father), and will no longer enjoy the treatment of his stepson. From then on, my nightmare began. From then on, during the Spring Festival, I had no reunion, no family affection, no family happiness and delicious food, as if I had become a helpless, lonely orphan.

The school library on Sundays and New year's Day, basically do not handle borrowing, but because the teacher Xia played first, said that the situation is special, in order to take care of. Since then, I seem to have a golden book and iron coupon, and no matter how strict the system is, I can make an exception to stay inside and read extensively and browse magazines without going through any formalities or any restrictions. It can be said that it is like a fish in water, happy without thinking about Shu. As soon as you open your eyes, you see the lights out.