I am 78 years old this year, a retired teacher from a township primary school in Chifeng. Before retirement, he was a primary school higher vocational school, with 44 years of teaching experience and a pension of 7,000 yuan.
I've been retired for more than a decade, and my salary is adjusted basically every year. The salary of more than 7,000 yuan is enough for me to live.
I am a private teacher-turned-public teacher, and my wife is a housewife. We now have 25 acres of land, long gone.
My son is also a primary school teacher.
My daily life is very simple, I eat lightly, I don't pay attention to what I wear, as long as I am comfortable. My wife and I have 1,500 yuan a month.
In addition to shopping, I usually travel with some colleagues and friends who are still there. We don't go to big places either, because we're old and afraid of accidents. We often go to the places where we work and live, and a mountain and a river are always love.
With the passage of time, I have entered old age. In the past 50 years, there have been more than a dozen alumni among us, some of whom died young, and some of whom died of illness.
I remember that on September 1, 69, 52 of us, carrying backpacks and luggage, walked into our alma mater before and after. We sit in the classroom and listen to the teacher's teachings and impart knowledge. From time to time, there are bursts of reading aloud on campus.
After class, the 52 students were so happy, so carefree, and playful. At this moment, it seems like it was yesterday.
The fruit country on the east and west sides of the campus, the fruit trees are lined up, the classrooms in the campus, and the various vegetables in the school fields are so fresh and tender.
Yes, when I think of these dozen or so alumni studying together, reviewing their homework together, doing homework together, and participating in various beneficial activities in the school together, I remember that they seem to be around us.
The early spring has arrived, and the earth has recovered. The silent earth has begun to have a ** sound. But the little cold air that remains is still there, but it is no match for the warm airflow.
In early spring, the hardy mountain peach is about to bud. The grass on the side of the road, revealing the sharp corners of tender green, seems to be called by passers-by, I am coming.
The small dark green buds, clinging to the branches of the willows, will soon grow new leaves.
The river, the lake is half ice and half water, and many migratory birds are on the shore, walking and singing. Inform people that spring is coming.
The wind of early spring blows on people's faces, and it is so gentle.
It gives a relaxed, pleasant, yearning feeling.
On the night of early spring, lying on the bed, the past is vivid. Unnaturally reminded of the poem published by Gillian's old classmate last summer.
How many things have passed, as if it was just yesterday.
How many friends have I had, and I seem to be still around.
After reading this poem at that time, I remembered many past events.
Looking back on the past, it is difficult to look back. Look up at the starry sky and savor life.
There is also something to be happy about, more than 50 years have passed, but these old people in the sixtieth century have been able to gather at our alma mater, Xiqiao Middle School, several times under the leadership of the group leader.
Drinking fine wine and sipping dishes. Talking, laughing, and fighting.
Reminiscing about the past and looking back on the infinite fun stories of my teenage years.
Looking at the present day, we must contribute to the family and society in our lifetime and shine some light.
Yes, through the gatherings, it brings us joy, it brings pleasure, it makes us a few years younger, it gives us the extension of life.
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