Tear off a lump of cotton from the coarse cotton padded jacket that has already bloomed, carefully tear it open, and gently pull it up, tearing the hardened cotton cover loosely and softly.Spread it out, spread a piece of black linen paper covered with silkworm seeds the size of a copper coin, wrap it up, put it in the underwear pocket close to the chest, and keep it warm.As the teacher blew the whistle, I hurried into the classroom converted from the Guandi Temple, sat on the side of the large square table I brought from home, and opened the book. The teacher hunchbacked, walked in from the temple gate with peeling paint, stopped, turned his head to scan the small classroom, and then walked up to the brick platform where the statue of Master Guan was removed.There was no sound in the classroom, only Xiao Ming'er at the next table made the creaking sound of wind gourd.

"The first grade writes big characters, the third and fourth grades write small characters, and the second grade takes classes." The teacher hung a multiplication table on the blackboard, pointed with the slippery pointer, and led us to read: "Six one makes six..." As I read, I secretly touched my chest, the soft cotton ball was already warmed by my body. "Six nine fifty four." There seems to be a caterpillar wriggling on the chest, itching, I want to take out the cotton ball.Look at the teacher, those eyes are staring at me, I straighten up immediately...

In the unbearable anticipation, after one class, I ran out of the classroom and hid under the eaves behind the temple (the wind gourd said Caner can't see the sun), and the cotton balls bloomed, ah!Out of shell!On the piece of black linen paper, there were two small silkworms crawling like ants, motionless.The two silkworm seeds, which were originally purple and black, turned white, and there was a small hole beside them.I took out the small foreign tin box that I had already prepared, glued the little silkworm with a chicken feather, and gently placed it on the dandelion leaves in the box.On closer inspection, two silkworms just bit open their shells and stretched out their black heads. Most of their bodies were still stuck in the shells, wriggling with difficulty.

"Ding..." The whistle for class rang. "The second grade writes big characters..." It's great to write big characters!The teacher gave a lecture to the fourth grade.I took out the imitation paper, spread it into the frame, and opened the ink cartridge... Are those two little silkworms out of their shells?It's out of the shell, so don't crush it to death. I finally couldn't bear it and took out the cotton ball.Those two silkworms really came out of their shells, and three or four more bit through the shells.I took out the chicken feathers and opened the small tin box.The wind gourd sneaked over to help me, and the tied cow also squeezed its head over...

With a "bang", I was hit hard on the top of my head, with stars in my eyes, and I almost fell off the wooden bench, and there was a burst of laughter in the classroom.I saw the teacher, holding the pointer in his hands behind his back, standing behind me.In the panic, the iron box and the cotton ball fell to the ground.I endured the burning pain on the top of my head, and my eyes were still secretly looking at the iron box on the ground. One of the teacher's big feet stretched out from the side of the wooden stool I was sitting on to under the table.With one kick, I crushed the small foreign iron box; with another foot, I crushed the cotton balls wrapped in silkworm seeds... I immediately closed my eyes, the silkworms just hatched...

The teacher went back to the front of the first row of desks in the fourth grade.The classroom was as quiet as an empty valley. After school, I went home, and as soon as I entered the door, my mother shouted: "Go, send food to the teacher!" It's our family's turn to manage the meals again.I didn't move or make a sound. "Oh! It looks like I've been punished!" My mother looked at my face and guessed, "Insurance is playing tricks again, so I can't write well!" I was still standing on the edge of the kang without speaking. My mother touched the "hair cover" on my forehead, and her eyes widened in surprise: "Ah! Such a big pimple on my head?" She pushed back her hair, looked at it, and shouted, "It's oozing blood! Sir, you beat the baby so hard! How dare you hit the head..."

My tears flowed down. "If you don't fight, you can't succeed!" My father said loudly while chopping firewood in the yard, "How can a student not be hit by the board?" Mom sighed: "Send food to the teacher." "I will not go!" "Go!" My father ordered solemnly, "The teacher is in the school, he is the parents, and the fight is for you to learn well!" Holding a ceramic pot full of millet porridge in one hand and a bamboo basket in the other, which contained snow-white steamed buns, dishes, and spicy dishes, I walked out of the street.I probably only taste such white steamed buns during Chinese New Year.

After entering the small room where the teacher lived, I bowed, put the pot and bamboo basket on the table, and then exited the door, and stood on the dirt field outside the door to wait until the teacher had finished eating, and then went to fetch... "Come!" There was a call from the small room, and the teacher had finished eating. I went into the closet and went to clear the jars and dishes. The teacher blocked my hand, pointed to the flower plate, and said, "Take these things home, don't throw them away..." I saw that there was a piece of steamed bun with unkneaded soda dough sandwiched in the flower dish containing pickles; there was also a rice ball in the porridge, but the size of a finger, which was also picked out by the teacher.Immediately, I felt a fever on my face. This was the teacher's most disgraceful accusation to the parents who were in charge of the meals...

When my mother saw it, she fell on the bench all of a sudden, her face was extremely ashamed. My father looked on, his face was livid with anger, he grabbed the flower plate on which the soda and rice balls were "exhibited", raised his hand, and fell into the yard. When I was going to school in the afternoon, Feng Hulu grabbed me at the entrance of the village and said generously, "I'll give you another silkworm seed!" My heart was very cold: "Don't worry." "What's wrong?" "I don't want to... raise silkworms!" Within a few days, a new teacher came to the school, and the classes were divided, and the first and second grades were assigned to the new teacher.

He is very young, wearing a Lenin-style uniform with two rows of large buttons on his chest, standing on the podium, introducing himself to us with a smile: "My surname is Jiang..." He turned around again, and took out the chalk box. Picking up a piece of chalk, he wrote his name squarely on the wooden blackboard and said, "My name is Jiang Yusheng." How fresh!Usually, students are like tabooing the names of their ancestors, who would dare to ask the teacher's name!There is only one teacher in a junior elementary school with about forty students, and it is not necessary to use a surname in the address.When a new teacher arrives, the act of reporting his name is, in my opinion, a novelty anyway.As soon as he opened his mouth, he showed two small canine teeth, and his eyes seemed to be smiling: "Let's have a music class first. What songs do you all sing?"

Everyone, you look at me, and I look at you, but no one answers.We can't sing anything, and we've never been taught to sing.I can only hum the few words "embroidered purse" that my mother taught me. Teacher Jiang copied the words on the blackboard and led the singing: "The sky in the Liberated Area is a bright sky..." Children in remote mountain villages without the slightest musical training can't sing a line of lyrics in harmony.I was so anxious that I couldn't open my mouth, there seemed to be something choked in my throat, and tears fell for no reason.After a long time, in the singing of teachers and classmates, the lump in my throat gradually melted away, and I felt refreshed. I opened my mouth and sang: "The sky in the Liberated Area is a clear sky..." I climbed up the old mulberry tree behind the village, picked a bunch of the freshest and most tender mulberry leaves, threw them to the wind gourd, and then slid down. In a hurry, I let go and fell to the ground. It's greasy, when you touch it, it bleeds and burns and hurts. "What did you two do?" Teacher Jiang said in surprise. We both stood at the door of the classroom, lowered our heads, not daring to say anything. "Why did you break your face?" He walked up to me. I hooked my head lower. He took my arm and walked towards the little house where he lived.This time it's time to eat a pointer!I think, he doesn't fight in the classroom, he fights in a small room, no one sees... Walking into the small house, he dug out a ball of cotton from the table bucket, tore off a piece, wrapped it around a matchstick, dipped something like red ink in a small bottle, and smeared it on my face.I felt that the wound was piercing and painful, but there was a strange warmth in my heart.His hand on the top of my head reminded me of my mother's feeling of stroking my head and face. "How did it break?" he asked. "Go up the tree... pick mulberry leaves." I replied timidly. "What is the use of picking mulberry leaves?" He seemed very interested. "Hey Can'er." I wasn't afraid anymore. "Oh!" He was happy, "Are there many classmates feeding Can'er?" "Xiao Ming, tie the cow..." I named a few people, "What a lot!" "How much did you raise?" "I..." I suddenly felt uncomfortable, "I didn't raise it." "That's good." He didn't know what was going on with me, and there was a lively and curious light in his squinted eyes, "Why do you raise silkworms?" "Make a cushion for the ink box." I talked too much, "Put the silkworm in an empty box, and it will produce a thin piece of silk." "How interesting!" He was happy, and clapped his hands, "Raise everyone's silkworms together and put them here. After class, let's pick mulberry leaves, net a piece of silk for each of the students, and spread the ink cartridges. You are you willing?" "Wow!" I jumped out of the chair happily. So, in the afternoon, he led us to run all over the mountains and valleys, picking mulberry leaves.Sometimes he slipped down a slope and the green sap of the grass stuck to his pants, and he didn't care.He said that his home was on a plain without any slopes. In the evening of early summer, in the afterglow of the setting sun, the clear water of the small river was dyed red by the rays of the sun.Teacher Jiang led us, took off our clothes, jumped into the water, splashed thorns, and had a water fight with us.We joined forces and poured water on him from behind, left, and right.He raised his hands, closed his eyes, with streams of water running down his face, pretending to beg for mercy, and surrendered... This morning, Feng Gourd and I were holding an armful of mulberry leaves, and we were stunned as soon as we walked into the teacher's house. The teacher sat on the chair in a daze, with a look of remorse, saw us, and said softly: "I'm sorry for you!" I was baffled, and Feng Gourd looked at each other. "The mouse... last night... ate... silkworms!" Feng Hulu and I rushed to the bamboo basket, and there were fewer silkworms!Fat and fat silkworms as long as one finger, it's time to net cocoons in a few days.Abominable mouse! Feng Hulu was very generous: "Teacher, it doesn't matter! I'll bring it from home..." The teacher smiled wryly and shook his head. I feel very sad.I didn't want to see that face that was always smiling become so miserable, so I hurriedly explained to the teacher: "There are so many in their house! There are so many bamboo baskets!" "It's not raised by us, it's boring." He stood up, shook his head, and said regretfully. Three days later, two or three silkworms crawled up the edge of the bamboo basket, their bodies were golden and translucent, they raised their heads and swayed back and forth, as if they were reciting poems.The wind gourd shouted happily: "It wants a cocoon!" The teacher dismantled a large cardboard box in which he held his clothes, and we helped him cut it into small pieces, and stitched them into small squares with needlework, and lifted the caner that had stopped eating into the squares. We flatten the silk it squirts out: it nets again, and we press it again, forcing it to form a thin silk sheet in the paper grid... One after another, the silkworms climbed up the edge of the basket, and were carried to the rack by us.The teacher and we are immersed in joyful anticipation. "In my ink cartridge, there will be a piece of silk!" The teacher couldn't hold back his joy, like a child, "It's the silk piece under the silkworm net of the first class of students I teach, so meaningful! No matter where I go in the future, as soon as I take off the ink cartridge, I will see you..." The next day, after breakfast, it was time for the first class.He walked into the classroom with the book on the handout clip and the chalk box on top of the book, and walked up to the podium, exactly as he always did.I stood up amidst the squad leader's "stand up" sound, and at a glance, I saw an unspeakable pain in the teacher's eyes. Standing on the podium, he forgot to nod back to us, knocked over the chalk box with one hand, was flustered, and stammered: "Students, we have music class..." what's up?I just had a music class yesterday afternoon, and I felt uneasy, as if a frizzy mood sprang up from my heart.The teacher has something on his mind, it's too obvious! The teacher forced a smile: "I teach, you sing along: 'The spring breeze blows all over the fields...'" I suddenly saw that just after he sang a sentence, a stream of tears dripped from the corner of his eyes, he turned around immediately, and wiped them away with his hands.Then turned around again, trembling, and sang again: "The spring breeze blows all over the fields..." I closed my mouth and couldn't sing anymore.Feng Hulu actually cried "Wow".In the classroom, no one should sing. "I'm leaving, and I want to leave a song for everyone..." He couldn't continue, tears came down again, in front of us, he wiped it with a handkerchief, and raised his voice, "Students, sing!" !" He couldn't sing anymore, forced a smile, turned around suddenly, and walked out the door. We rushed out of the classroom and squeezed into the teacher's narrow room, all standing silently. His quilt and books had already been bundled neatly.He stood by the table, forced a smile, and said, "I can't wait until the silk piece net is finished. You... take the Can'er... home!" . We snatched the luggage from him and walked out of the cabin.On the small windowsill of the third and fourth grades opposite, small heads were exposed one by one.There was a frightening reprimand, and they all shrank without a trace. My heart trembled violently, do I have to go back to the classroom with the hunchback? Walked out of the temple and walked through the small ditch.There was an open flat land in front of me, I finally couldn't help it, and asked: "Mr. Jiang, why are you leaving?" Teacher Jiang looked at me and said flatly, "The superior has transferred." "Why do you want to transfer? You just came!" Feng Hulu asked. The teacher walked, tightly closed his lips, and did not speak. I asked again: "Why don't you move the hunchback?" Teacher Jiang looked at me, then at Feng Hulu, and said, "Someone reported me to my superiors, saying that I spoiled the baby!" There was a crack in my bewildered heart, so I thought of many discussions in the village.Rural people can't understand this new-style gentleman, playing around with dolls all day long, doesn't he look like a gentleman at all!Since ancient times, who has seen the teacher take off his clothes and have a water fight with the students in the river?It's out of style!I vaguely remember that my father said these words with several old men under the big locust tree.The teacher whose name is still unknown and entrenched in the small temple is also shaking his head and waving his hands among the villagers... But they can't tolerate a teacher their children like! One spring more than thirty years later, I accidentally held Teacher Jiang's hand at a conference held by the county education system to reward outstanding primary and secondary school teachers.A commemorative eel of "Thirty Years of Teaching Experience" hung on his chest, and the golden light added luster to his wrinkled face. He begged me for my published novels. But I took out a piece of silk from the diary for him. "You really kept it for me for thirty years?" He was surprised. How can it?I told him that after I graduated from middle school, I returned to the countryside and taught in the elementary school that had demolished the old temple and built a new one.In the first spring, I remembered that it was time to warm the silkworm seeds.Raising silkworms with my students, netting a piece of silk, and spreading it into an ink cartridge, wherever I go to the ends of the world, it will bring me the love of the first spring of society... The old man took the silk flakes in his hand, looked at the orderly strands of golden silk flakes, two tears dripped on it...