Chapter 142 my middle school days

Because I was sorting out my letters, I suddenly found out the last letter written to me by one of my middle school classmates in the 1970s.She writes: Xiao Xie: Memory is a wonderful thing!Your voice, smile, and everything about our middle school days are surprisingly vivid and clear in my memories on the sickbed... These few words made me very excited again, and I couldn't calm down for a long time! Indeed, in my more than ten years of school life at home and abroad, that is, in middle school, it left the deepest impression on me and had the greatest influence on my character. My middle school career was spent from 1914 to 1918 (the middle school at that time was a four-year system).At the age of fourteen, it was the time when I had the richest emotions, the most lively thoughts, the strongest curiosity, the strongest imitative power and plasticity. In the life of collective study in the city, it is like putting on a new dress that is both good-looking and tight. I feel both happy and bound.With curious and cautious eyes, I stared at everything in the unfamiliar environment: tall school buildings, fresh courses, such as music, gymnastics, and different male and female teachers... But what I paid most attention to were the girls who were in the same age as me. child.They all wear skirts in a bun, very reserved, disciplined, and especially hardworking in their studies.After a few days of class together, they gradually became familiar with me.Because I have been listening to and speaking Shandong dialect since I was a child, it is difficult for me to listen to lectures and answer questions in class.They competed to teach me to speak Beijing dialect. (The first classmate who called me "Xiao Xie" was a Manchu with a particularly pure voice.) We also started talking to each other about our family and everything in the past.Most of them were promoted from elementary schools in Tianjin, Tongxian, Baoding, etc. (they are all boarding students). They have a better foundation in mathematics than me, and I have read more Chinese than them, so we started to help each other learn from each other. , I feel that I have something to learn and compete with.At that time, I was a commuter student. I opened my schoolbag after school, and then I was immersed in my homework, ignoring all "idle books".

In this way, four years of middle school have passed tensely and regularly.I have experienced the benefits of "comparison and pondering", and also gained the warmth of collective life.At the end of four years, we had only eighteen graduates.After graduation, some went to university, and some joined the work. We agreed that everyone should study hard, work hard, and keep in touch as much as possible.In the years and months since then, we have been romantically dispersed, and we all have our own life experiences.But no matter in the end of the world or in the corner of the world, we met in surprise, and when we recalled this period of life in middle school, we always asked each other: whether each of us has fulfilled the volunteer of middle school, and be a person who is beneficial to the country and the people ?April 16, 1983