Time always flows by inadvertently, when we enter middle age, gray hair is quietly born, reach out to grab it, only to find that it has long been "a childhood that can't go back, can't get rid of the trouble!" "Life in the world is a reincarnation, after all, we are not Sun Monkey who can "jump out of the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements", and finally become a Buddha. We are just a speck of dust in the long river of history, and there will be fewer people who care about us than we should care about, so it is not difficult to understand that in middle age, loneliness often accompanies us.
Even the dust in the universe has thoughts, after all, a breath and a breath prove the greatness of life. Qilu winter warm sun, in a lonely afternoon came to the former campus, the door has long been overgrown with weeds, "development of education, revitalization of China" eight characters are still engraved on the cracked wall, steel welded door and five-pointed star pattern of the small door has long disappeared. Entering the campus, the original rostrum was demolished, the playground was planted with fast-growing poplars, and the original place for nurturing people is now nurturing trees. "Ten years of cultivating trees, one hundred years of educating people", I closed my eyes, breathed hard, looked for the aroma of reading aloud back then, and felt the precipitation and heaviness of that era.
At that time, our school was located in our village, called "Lianzhong", which had both primary and junior high schools, and was the center of education for children in several nearby villages. The elementary school and junior high school are located in a state, and the elementary school is on the inside of the junior high school, with its own independent yard, and there are two trees in the yard, one is a hibiscus tree and the other is a plane tree. At the time of the wheat harvest, hibiscus flowers and sycamore flowers bloom together, there is no red and purple, only red and white flowers, and the fragrance fills the campus.
At that time, the teacher was not so meticulous in dividing subjects, and one teacher was at least concurrently serving two subjects, and it was possible that your Chinese teacher was also your math teacher. When I was in the third grade, there was no timetable, and the students didn't know what was going on in the next class. The deepest impression is still Mr. Zhao, who is about to retire, a small old man, wearing eyes, and a blue cover hat on his head in spring and winter. During the teaching period, I only remember a few simple children's songs, and what I like the most is that Mr. Zhao tells stories in the **class, as if storytelling is the theme of the **class. We followed the storyline of Mr. Zhao and the deer collided, the most disappointed thing is that the story was not finished, the bell rang after class, in our disappointed mood, Mr. Zhao ended this ** story meeting. We can only hope that the next ** class will come sooner.
At that time, the teaching staff was not as advanced as it is now, and we all wore cotton jackets and cotton pants to class in winter. When I was in the fourth grade, there was a stove in the middle of the classroom, and it was common for children to freeze their hands and feet, and one of the female classmates often froze her face, so we nicknamed her "Red Apple", and it seemed to be a trend among classmates to nickname her. I remember that I looked very much like a girl at that time, so my classmates gave me the nickname "Fake Ni", which was very interesting to call in Shandong. At that time, if the teacher graduated from the teacher (secondary school), he felt very knowledgeable, and many teachers were private teachers, at best, they graduated from junior high school. There is also a teacher in our primary school who has a primary school education, and can only teach until the third grade, and he will not be able to teach himself again. Just in time for a year, the above education committee down an excellent teacher quota, at that time there was no teacher to compete for this indicator, all said that they did not want to be, and finally the principal had no choice but to force this teacher who could only teach the third grade, never thought that a few years later, the salary of excellent teachers **, fell into the eyes of other teachers.
With a flick of the fingers, forty years have passed like a white horse, and looking at the current teaching conditions of the children, we can only be ashamed of ourselves. But we were laughing and laughing at that time, childhood was happy, and now there are more utilitarian things, and the burden of children is heavier, and there is no such childhood anymore, the end of one era marks the arrival of another, goodbye, my childhood and elementary school!