Chapter 29 highschool years

In the sixth year of middle school, I studied in the High School Attached to Beijing Institute of Technology, referred to as the High School Attached to Beijing Institute of Technology, which is a key middle school in Haidian District.I am afraid that there are not many middle school students in the city who go to school across the farmland, but I have this enjoyment.The back door of the school is connected to a large vegetable field in Sijiqing Township, and it only takes about 20 minutes to walk, which is a shortcut.When it is windy and rainy, it is inconvenient to ride a bicycle, and it is difficult to take a bus, so I often choose this shortcut to walk to school.

In Beijing in winter, the sun rises late.At seven o'clock, when I walked on this country road, it was still half dark.Walking and walking, I saw the stars faded for a long time, and a round of red sun jumped out of the blue and misty West Mountain.With a heavy schoolbag on my back, I have the desire to sing in the cold morning wind.The fields in winter are hard and lifeless, only flocks of crows looking for breakfast.Somehow I've never had an aversion to crows.They live on their own, and they don't use their appearance to please others. They are far more lovable than the pet starlings who learn their tongues.Middle school students are under heavy exam pressure, so they may be somewhat superstitious. For example, some students think that wearing a certain dress to take the exam will always bring good luck, some believe that eggs must not be eaten for breakfast on the day of the exam, and so on.As for me, I often look forward to meeting a crow in my heart.I think these honest birds will bring me good luck.If you encounter magpies, you will panic. Listening to their chirping, you will feel flustered.Fortunately, there are more crows than magpies in the field, so my test scores are often guaranteed.

There is a pigsty by the side of the road, no matter whether it is winter or summer, the taste is not good.At first I was not used to it, and I covered my nose every time.But seeing the farmers busy there day after day: picking up manure, sorting the rings, working hard, and peacefully, I sincerely respect them.From time to time, I also saw farm children around my age helping out there, enthusiastically calling the names of big pigs and little pigs, without the squeamishness of urban teenagers.Their healthy smiles let people experience the beauty of labor and simplicity.At that time, bright yellow cucumber flowers, lavender eggplant flowers, and Malan flowers on the ridges of the fields decorated my path to school. The sound of running water in the ditches and the sound of wind and rain in the fields were my "walkmans".I remember that for several years in a row, I often met an old man driving a donkey cart after school, and asked him why he didn’t change his mule. He replied, “Mule is very delicate, has a big temper, and pays attention to feed. But donkeys have good stamina, and they are willing to endure hardship and work hard. Little girl, do you know that a donkey won’t kneel down to rest like a horse? It even sleeps standing up. When it can’t stand up one day, it’s going to die.” The little donkey wagged its long ears and let out a yell. Two crisp nasal sounds, it seems to be grateful to the old man for his kindness.It was also from then on that I had a special affection for donkeys.After I started working in TV, I occasionally went to the villages for interviews, and I didn't feel too much estrangement from the villagers.I even know a thing or two about the vegetable field. I can distinguish the leaves of carrots from "Xinlimei", and I know how far the cabbage seedlings should be kept.This perception of the countryside was acquired by my ears and eyes on the way to school in middle school.

In middle school, I have always been the student cadre in the class, and my academic performance was always the first or second in the class, so I was somewhat favored by the teacher.Once I feel like I understand everything in class, I can't help but talk.It is often to poke at the same table: "Hey, I heard a story yesterday, it was very exciting, let me tell you, okay?" The tablemate is often distracted by this.So I put the book up, covered my mouth, and whispered about the book in a low voice.How can the teacher be invisible when he is standing on the podium?But I still wanted to save me some face, so I didn't attack immediately.When my deskmate couldn't help but make some short comments or let out a little laughter in his throat, the teacher thought the time was ripe, so he called the deskmate's name and reprimanded him. My unfortunate friend didn't make any excuses, I bowed my head and listened; as for me, I knew that I had hurt my friend, and I felt guilty, so I didn't dare to look up.In the six years of middle school, I changed four or five deskmates, and all of them were unlucky because of my love of talking.But I was very touched that no one complained about taking it for me.After many years, everyone has married and started a business.When old classmates meet again, it is inevitable to joke with each other about things in middle school.The subconsciousness of the deskmates finally had a chance to vent, pointing at me and saying that I had caused them so much suffering.But at the same time they laughed and admitted that my stories were really good.I pleaded guilty hastily, and quickly agreed to pay the bill.

However, not all the mistakes I made in middle school classes were made by others.The so-called not reporting, the time has not yet come. When I was a sophomore in high school, I was particularly envious of my classmates who could whistle and sing, and I often asked them for advice sincerely during class breaks.But no matter how hard he tried, Lingxi could never get through, he could only blow out some air in a "shush" way, which made his companions joke that it was the sound of urinating for a child.I'm so anxious!At this time, the class bell rang, and it was a biology class.I was in the classroom and my mind was still on the whistle. "Why can't I blow it?" After tilting the tip of his tongue up——suddenly, a loud whistle sounded throughout the classroom.I was shocked: Who played so loudly?I immediately understood: "It's me, it's me-I finally succeeded!" Look, didn't the whole class look at me in surprise?Who would laugh at me for not being able to whistle?The joy of success was immediately interrupted by the teacher's majestic voice:

"Who whistled openly in class? Is there any discipline left? Please stand up." When I stood in front of the class with a face full of shame, the embarrassment was almost forgotten.I knew that I had not only lost the dignity of a student, but also lost the modesty of a girl.Okay, what are you doing if you don't learn to whistle?The teacher on the podium pushed his myopia, and couldn't believe that this troublemaker was actually a recognized "good student".I was even more ashamed because I felt the teacher's disappointment.After looking at each other like this for a few seconds, the teacher finally kindly asked me to sit down and said: "Stop blowing during class."

Blow again?Since then, let alone I don't want to whistle, even if I want to whistle, I can't whistle. well!No shame, no shame, even such a scandal is written on paper, and it can be regarded as a lifelong relationship.Just give yourself some gold. During the six years of middle school, I was very diligent in my studies.My grades in junior high school were not satisfactory, and I was teased by my classmates.So the twelve-year-old child has a plan to try his best.In my memory, every weekend is spent in problem sets.When I graduated from junior high school, I was ranked among the top few in my grade, and I was exempted from the entrance examination to enter high school.After entering high school, he became a top student again.In the district's uniform college entrance examination mock exam, my total score ranked first in the district, which made the teachers and classmates of a group of key middle schools in the city, such as the High School Affiliated to Peking University, which is also in Haidian District, look at my alma mater with admiration.In the official college entrance examination, my total score ranked among the top 20 in Beijing, and my Chinese score was almost perfect.It is Jingkang's shame for the students to do this.

What makes me even more proud is that I developed good study habits in middle school, and even at the critical moment of the college entrance examination, I turned off the lights no later than eleven o'clock in the evening.I am a firm believer that if you are focused and efficient, you don't have to hang on your shoulders.I don't take it seriously when I hear the story of the ancients catching fireflies for photos—it's better to finish reading the book if you have time to catch fireflies during the day. Niu brags about this, and he feels a little relieved: at least readers will not blindly accuse me of being "naughty".

I am very grateful to my alma mater.Its school spirit is simple and rigorous, and the learning atmosphere is very strong, creating a good learning environment.I don't remember my classmates comparing food and clothing, but everyone was very competitive in their studies. Of course, this is inseparable from the fact that the whole society began to attach importance to education in the early 1980s, especially the trend of taking the college entrance examination as the primary way out for many students.At that time, technical secondary schools were not yet common, and getting into high school and taking the university entrance examination was almost the only way out for employment.Needless to say, parents put a lot of pressure on their children, but they also put a lot of pressure on the school.There is often only one indicator for evaluating the quality of a school: the enrollment rate.Teachers with a strong sense of responsibility do everything possible to let students focus on their studies.Things like dressing up and puppy love are all in the restricted area.

One day during the exercise between classes, the head teacher of the neighboring class was dissatisfied with a girl's attire, because she split her long hair in half, put it on her chest, and tied bows on each.Not long ago, in a movie, a female A Fei who "worships foreigners and fawns on foreigners" wore such a hairstyle.I saw the head teacher shout angrily, "Li XX, you just love to dress up. How dare you come to school with such a sloppy hair combed today. It's not decent. You go back to the classroom now and comb your hair again!" Next, the girl ran away wiping her tears.

This thing always makes me feel bad.Of course that head teacher hated iron and steel, and her logic could be understood by the society at that time.But why must it be in front of the whole school?What would a girl think if she was denounced as a "female A Fei" in public?Our respectable head teacher probably didn't think much about it.Years later, when she opened the graduation album and tasted the joy of peaches and plums everywhere, would she regret that she had hurt a student so easily. Sometimes, when I think back to the middle school days of learning + learning, I will also have some regrets: six years, the goal is one test, midterm exam, and final exam one after another; Achievement ranking list; boys maintain a "pure academic relationship" with me because their grades are often inferior to mine, which makes me miss the occasional little melancholy of a girl without leaving a trace.All this makes me feel a little sad about my "blossom season".So that later my alma mater asked me to go back and give a report to my younger brothers and sisters. The principal suggested that I talk about the issue of not having puppy love. I shirked and said, "I don't have experience in this field, so it's better not to talk about it." I used to be very envious of American children because of this. They don’t have too much homework pressure, and they have a lot of time to engage in outdoor activities and develop personal hobbies. Aren’t they luckier than us?In New York, I met a public high school teacher.She is over fifty years old and has been engaged in education all her life.When we talked about the issue of middle school education, she said with deep emotion, "In recent years, in the knowledge level tests of middle school students in the world, American students always fall behind. How can the future of the United States depend on them? We used to criticize Some countries in Asia have too strict management on students, and the homework is too heavy, but they do not fully realize that learning is hard work. However, we blindly pursue easy courses with low knowledge density, which is actually not good for our children. " As she spoke, she was moved: "Chinese teachers may rarely encounter such a thing: I am a 13-year-old male student who used to study very hard. Recently, I often miss classes. I asked him repeatedly, only to find out His mother has never been married, but has three children, and the family lives on government relief. She recently met a boyfriend and became pregnant, but the boyfriend left her and disappeared. So, the boy , the only 'man' in the family, he takes on the responsibility of accompanying his mother to the hospital for abortion." For a thirteen-year-old child, this burden is indeed too heavy, how can such a problem be solved only by teachers and schools? I have heard more than one overseas Chinese say that they want to send their children to China to study in middle schools. On the one hand, they will strengthen basic education, and on the other hand, they will also escape the problem of drug abuse, puppy love, early pregnancy and the increasingly serious problem of students carrying guns in American middle schools. Only then did I realize how lucky I was to grow up in a middle school in China.At this time, the picture scroll of the middle school became complete: small roads, classrooms, classmates, teachers... the bits and pieces gathered together became six years like a day: the days of hard study were also rare good days.