Chapter 3 third chapter

My Chinese teacher, surnamed Pang, graduated from the Chinese Department of Liaoning University. She is a fat woman in her forties. When she was in Chinese class the next day, her first sentence was: "Students, I have seen the hand raised in People's Daily on April 16." I looked around and no one raised a hand. I hesitated and raised my hand. Her eyes stayed on my face and didn't move away for a long time.She seemed to be silently expecting more students to raise their hands. After a few minutes, still no one raised his hand. She finally said to me, "Put your hands down."

She took off her glasses, took out a handkerchief and wiped them for a long time. After putting them on, she stared at the chalk box and meditated.There was a worried look on her face.It seemed that she had a premonition of some kind of threat, but didn't know how to protect herself. Her abnormal demeanor surprised the students.The classmates sitting on both sides of me cast their eyes on me. Finally, she raised her head and looked at everyone, and said in a low voice in a sincere tone: "Students, today I will first check with you and admit my mistakes. Last week, in order to guide you in learning essay writing, I taught you in class You have read a few articles in "Evening Chats in Yanshan" and "Notes from Three-Family Village". These two books have now been publicly criticized for promoting bourgeois ideology. The few articles I have read to you are The most serious problems in these two books...I...I have submitted a written review to the school leaders...I am not very ideologically aware, and my level of understanding and critical ability are too low, so that...indirectly in class Spreading bad ideas...I feel sorry for my classmates...so guilty...I welcome serious criticism of me...I...I promise I will never make a...mistake of this nature again...today's composition class , I no longer write essays, but rewrite narratives, the title of the essay is uncertain...you can choose!..."

After she finished speaking, her face was sweating, and she took out her handkerchief to wipe her face again. When everyone was immersed in writing, she walked up to me gently and said in a low voice: "Come out, the teacher has something to tell you." I walked out of the classroom with her, she closed the classroom door, and said: "You are the only one in the class who has read the critical article in the People's Daily on April 16. The teacher made a very serious mistake. If you treat the teacher If you have any comments in today's review, I hope you can bring them up to the teacher in person..."

My Chinese performance has always been good, and I am one of her favorite students.I shook my head again and again and said without a doubt: "No, no." But she said: "How could it not be? It's better to raise it to the teacher in person than later... Bring it up, no matter how sharp it is, the teacher will appreciate you from the bottom of my heart..." "No! Teacher, really!" I blushed anxiously.I can't understand why she takes her mistakes so seriously.I only found out later that she was a "rightist who took off her hat". "Maybe...the teacher misunderstood you..." She seemed to feel that she was forcing me, and an apologetic wry smile appeared on her face.

... Severe insect infestation occurred in the suburban countryside of Harbin.Two days later, all the teachers and students of our school went to support the agriculture in the north of the Songhua River.The corn seedlings have grown more than a foot high, and the kohlrabi has just begun to hug.The green meat worms as thick as a pencil and as long as a matchstick are afraid of the sun during the day, and hide on the back of the leaves of corn seedlings and kohlrabi, but they don't stop eating.Goodness see you!On the back walls of the yellow mud huts of the members, there are all written with whitewash, "The fundamental way out of agriculture lies in mechanization", "Strive for high and stable production, and strive to realize the third five-year plan", "Learn from the good example of Dazhai, dare to call The sun and the moon change the sky" and other slogans. Due to continuous floods and unharvested food for two years, the production team was so poor that they couldn't afford a few bags of pesticides this year!The only battered sprayer was too broken to be used.We can only rely on us middle school students to help with pest control.The method is simple and brutal - put on gloves and pinch to death with your fingers.In a piece of land, there are more than tens of thousands of green meat worms!Fortunately, there are many Chinese.It is the duty of the students to support agriculture.

The students were afraid to approach the affected area at first.Female students especially dare not go beyond the "thunder pool".One by one, wearing gloves on both hands, standing on the edge of the ground, as if standing on the edge of a cliff, shrinking back.Urged by the teacher, helpless, he stepped into the ground with trepidation, squatted down in fear, and turned over a leaf with trembling hands, the blue flesh worms suddenly entered the eyes, the number was shocking, and each one immediately screamed and jumped in panic Get up and run away.Some were trembling all over.Some of their faces turned pale with fright, dripping with cold sweat.

Several male students who usually regarded themselves as brave were unwilling to show their bravery. Teachers are also afraid.The teacher was afraid and had to pretend not to be afraid to "demonstrate" to the students. "Demo" is invalid.The teacher organized us to sit down and learn from heroes and revolutionary martyrs on the ground. The teacher said: "Think about it, if Mai Xiande is with us, will he look like us?" The students all lowered their heads in shame. The teacher added: "Think about it, everyone. The revolutionary martyrs were not afraid of death when faced with the butcher's knives of the reactionaries, but today we are afraid of the meat insects that harm the crops. Isn't it shameful?"

Everyone's heads were lowered, but still no one expressed willingness to be an example. In the end, the teacher simply said: "Anyway, the production team's pest management package is assigned to our class. The earlier the insects are eliminated, the earlier the return to school. The progress of our school's curriculum is several sections behind that of other middle schools. Don't worry if you can't get into high school." Blame the teacher!" Everyone raised their heads. We know better than our teachers what it means for our future if we fail to enter high school.

So we walked silently to that terrible land. It was a "battle" between humans and tens of thousands of green flesh worms.In the 1960s, besides China, which other country used the same method to kill insects?I don't know how many rural areas in our republic's 9.6 million square kilometers of land are so poor that they can't afford a few bags of pesticides and sprayers?Not to mention that the right of our generation to enter higher education has already been decided to be cancelled!Many students vomited continuously while eating.There was a female classmate who was the least courageous, because a few bugs had crawled into her trousers, she had no place to hide, she could take off her trousers and tremble, she was so frightened that she convulsed and fainted.

However, in order to return to school for class as soon as possible, every student used the greatest courage to overcome timidity. However, the "Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution" is approaching us step by step.We are doomed to be fooled by it.Just like the fateful point of view said by Uncle Lu who collects tatters - doom is inevitable. We spent "May Day" in the Jiangbei countryside. After the end of the agricultural work, I had three days off. On the day we sat in the classroom again, the bell rang for the first class for a long time, and there was no sign of a teacher.The teachers were called together by the school leaders to hold an "emergency meeting".

Suddenly, the principal's voice came from the speaker box installed on the upper right of the classroom door: "Students of the whole school, the school leaders and all the teachers have discussed and decided that there will be no class today. Listen to the important broadcast. After listening, hold a school meeting!" The planes and warships of the US imperialists violated the sacred territorial waters and airspace of our Republic again?The Vietnamese people's struggle against the US and national salvation has achieved another great victory?Has the Khrushchev revisionist clique raised an anti-China clamor again?Chiang Kai-shek has sent a spy organization to the mainland again?What solemn statements or strong protests have Chinese diplomats issued? ... The whole class whispered to each other, guessing and judging. The speaker box hummed for a while, and a stern male voice began to hit our eardrums: "Fire at the anti-Party and anti-socialist gangsters--Chairman Mao often warned us: After the enemies with guns are eliminated, those who don't have guns Enemies still exist, and they will inevitably fight us desperately, and we must not underestimate these enemies..." I suddenly remembered the prophecy of Uncle Lu who collected the rags——Chairman Mao and his old man are going to engage in sports again!After going through the pest control work, I became very nervous, and I often had nightmares at night, dreaming that I was covered with green meat worms, and they bit me.I have already completely forgotten Uncle Lu's prophecy that night! Sure enough, it was as expected by a rag-collecting Uncle Lu! The man's stern voice continued, every word was sonorous, every sentence was powerful, full of awe-inspiring righteousness, full of overwhelming fighting spirit.It makes my heart beat, it surrounds me with an indescribable excitement.Almost every word and every sentence stirred up emotions that were difficult to calm down in my heart. "The class enemy is desperately destroying and attacking us not only from the outside, but also from the inside. All anti-Party and anti-socialist elements always target our Party and the socialist system... "Deng Tuo is the shopkeeper of the 'Sanjiacun' black shop opened by him, Wu Han, and Liao Mosha, and is a leader of this small group of anti-Party and anti-socialist elements... Shot a lot of poisonous arrows, rampantly attacking the Party and socialism. attack…… "Deng Tuo and his gang, under such circumstances, couldn't wait to 'break in'... "Deng Tuo and his gang, who harbor deep hatred for the Party and socialism... "Slandering the dictatorship of the proletariat, vigorously inciting dissatisfaction with socialism... arrogantly clamoring for our party to step down and 'rest'... "No! You haven't lost your ground, your ground is firm, but it's just a bourgeois ground. You haven't let go of the class struggle, you've taken it very hard, but you're fighting the proletariat That's all... "It was you who opened fire on the party and socialism a long time ago... We will never let you go, and we will never let go of all monsters and monsters. We must open fire on the black line of anti-party and anti-socialism, and bring the Socialist Cultural Revolution to an end. Carry it out to the end, if you don’t win a complete victory, you will never withdraw your troops.” The broadcast ended, and the classroom seemed to be filled with gunfire.Very still.The students all sat motionless in their seats, their faces lost their usual natural expression, showing a rigid and overly serious, like a statue. That date in history is May 11th. The "Battle Essay" that completely opened the prelude to the "Cultural Revolution" was published in the "Liberation Army Daily". The head teacher walked into the classroom with a newspaper in her hand.She is not married yet, only seven or eight years older than us.The year I was admitted to this middle school from elementary school was also the year she was assigned to this middle school after graduating from Harbin Normal University.She was born in a pure worker's family and is a probationary member of the Communist Party of China. "Students," her voice trembled with excitement, "a great socialist cultural revolution has begun! In this severe struggle to clear the black line of the bourgeoisie, we are lagging behind! We must bravely rush forward! Go to the front line! Next, I will read to you the April 18 editorial of the "Liberation Army Daily" - "Hold High the Great Red Banner of Mao Zedong Thought and Actively Participate in the Great Socialist Cultural Revolution"..." This editorial emphasizes - "Get rid of this black line, there will be black lines in the future, and we have to fight again." "This is an arduous, complex, and long-term struggle that will require decades or even centuries of hard work." "It is a major event related to the future of our country's revolution, and it is also a major event related to the future of the world revolution." Later we learned that these words were the words of Chairman Mao. "Students," the head teacher said after reading the editorial: "After a while, all the teachers and students in the school will hold an oath meeting on the playground to actively participate in the Socialist Cultural Revolution..." Her eyes scanned the whole class, and finally fell on me , Said: "Liang Xiaosheng, write a letter of determination and speak on behalf of our class in a while." She glanced at her watch and reminded me: "There are only fifteen minutes! Don't write too long, be fast! Can express a clear-cut , A firm determination is enough! Today’s speeches are not in order, our class is a four-good class, we must strive to be the first to speak!…” My thoughts had wings, soaring on the mighty wind of class struggle and line struggle, soaring, "soaring up to 90,000 miles", and it was impossible to land on the manuscript paper. I was afraid that I would not be able to finish writing a decent letter of determination within fifteen minutes, which would cause our "four good" class to lose the first opportunity to express its determination on the stage at the "cusp of class struggle". However, I saw the Chinese teacher walking in. "Teacher Yao," she said to the class teacher, "Can I take a few minutes? I have something extremely important to say to my classmates!" The class teacher frowned: "What do you want to say?" "I...I want to review myself again... I read "Yanshan Evening Chats" and "Sanjia Village Notes" in class. Serious mistakes, no, it’s not a mistake, it’s a crime! I..." The man who always spoke calmly The Chinese teacher stuttered because of her eagerness. "This... our time is very short!" The class teacher was unwilling. "Teacher Yao, I...I beg you!..." The language teacher's tone almost brought out tears. "You can tell the students after the school assembly is held!" The class teacher's attitude is very firm and does not allow for discussion. "But I must say it before the school assembly! Teacher Yao, give me a chance!..." The Chinese teacher really burst into tears. The head teacher couldn't bear it and walked to the window reluctantly, which was regarded as acquiescing. "Students," the Chinese teacher said while wiping tears with a handkerchief, "students, my review of you last time was not very deep! In the last review, I thought that Deng Tuo, Wu Han, and Liao Mosha were just preaching I have learned bourgeois ideology, but I have not understood the essence of anti-party and anti-socialism... They are a gang of gangsters, they are completely reactionary, and I am also one of the "Sanjia Village", no, I am not, although I am not, but I am ...but I am..." The more anxious she was to clarify what she was, the more unclear she was for a while.She became incoherent. I sat in the first row, closest to her.I could see clearly that tears were welling up in her eyes.The little handkerchief in her hand was wet.I have a sore nose.I secretly pity her in my heart.I knew that she definitely didn't intend to read anti-Party and anti-socialist black articles in class.She just wanted to read some model essays to her classmates.If I knew at the time that she was marked as a rightist, her husband divorced her and took away her only daughter and never allowed her to see each other. Then she was reformed on a certain farm for four years, and she was only removed two years ago. The right-wing hat was able to return to the education team under the joint guarantee of many people. I think I will not only pity her, but maybe also have sympathy for her. In order to improve the composition level of our whole class, how much effort she has spent!This is something that the whole class cannot deny. "Liang Xiaosheng!" The head teacher suddenly called me. I was startled and couldn't help standing up. "Hurry up and write!" The head teacher was a little angry. I sat down again immediately, took out a pen and paper from my schoolbag, but couldn't write a word, my mind was in a mess. "Teacher Pang, you can no longer occupy our class time!" The head teacher's tone was not so much dissatisfaction, but protest. "I...I..." The Chinese teacher couldn't say a complete sentence again. I couldn't help raising my head again, wanting to take another look at her, but only saw her back.She seemed to turn around at the door of the classroom, and looked at our classmates again.Her back made me feel that she realized that another bad luck was about to fall on her head, and continued to explain something to us and defend herself in a sense of loss.She stood at the door of the classroom for a while, without turning around, and left slowly. All the students looked at the door of the classroom.There was no sound in the classroom. Since then she has never taught us again. "Li Yuanchang!" The head teacher called the monitor and said, "During the school assembly, you have to lead our classmates to shout slogans!" "Shout... What slogans are you shouting?" The squad leader asked dully. "Shout as I wrote." The head teacher said, walked up to me, tore off a page from my notebook, and wrote in a hurry.After writing, it was passed to the monitor by the students. The teacher in charge said again: "Li Yuanchang, now you immediately organize the students to gather on the playground! Liang Xiaosheng, you can stay in the classroom and write your speech." There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor. I don't know which class left the classroom and went to the playground. "Quick, quick!" The class teacher urged everyone anxiously. So the students swarmed out of the classroom. There was another sound of footsteps in the corridor. After being quiet for half a minute, the sound of many footsteps sounded again. In the sound of footsteps, I wrote this line on the paper - fire at the black line of anti-party and anti-socialism! I stared at this line of words for a few seconds, and realized that this line of words was also the title of the denunciation article in the newspaper I just heard. After writing the line "Whoever opposes the party and socialism will be overthrown", he was in a daze again.Sentences full of combative words swirled in my head, all of which were from the two articles in the "Liberation Army Daily", and none of them came up with my own thoughts.And no matter what, I couldn't concentrate my thoughts and arrange those words together to form a letter of determination. The entire teaching building was finally completely quiet. My Chinese teacher still occupies my heart.The way she was doing just now made me sick. The pen in my hand was given to me by her. Once when I was writing a composition, she saw me writing with a dip pen, and asked strangely: "Why don't you use a dip pen?" I replied: "The absorbent pen is lost." She said, "Then you have to buy one!" I lost two absorbent pens one after another, and I didn't want to ask my mother for money.It was hard to say, and he didn't want to explain to her, so he lowered his head and continued writing without answering. Seeing that I was not used to using the dip pen, she made deep strokes and shallow strokes, so she silently put her gold pen on my desk. After class, I went to the teacher's room to return her pen. She asked: "I heard from my classmates that life in your family is very difficult, isn't it?" I nodded. She asked again: "Is my pen okay with you?" I nodded again. She said, "I'll give it to you. I'm used to using a dip pen, and I don't need it much. I still have a ballpoint pen!" I said: "This is a gold pen, how can I..." She interrupted me: "Take it away, don't waste my time. I have to correct a few compositions now..." Maybe because this pen was given to me by her, I never lost it again... "Liang Xiaosheng, you are still sitting here in a daze! The teacher is going to make you mad!" A female classmate broke into the classroom panting, and disappeared like a whirlwind after she finished her yelling. Oops!The school assembly has begun! Waves of slogans poured into the classroom from outside: Down with Deng Tuo! Down with Wu Han! Down with Liao Mosha! Down with the "Sanjia Village" black shop! Down with all anti-Party and anti-socialist ghosts and monsters! ... Although the "Determination Letter" didn't write a single word except the title, I didn't dare to delay another second. I didn't care about thinking too much. I tore off the page with only one line of title, and rushed out of the classroom in a hurry. From the third floor to the first floor, I ran to the playground before getting my feet back. A few tables were temporarily placed on the playground, which can be regarded as a "table".The leaders of the school sat upright on the "stage", and the whole school students sat cross-legged on the ground in groups.A representative of a class is holding a microphone in one hand and a speech in the other hand, speaking passionately and loudly.More than a dozen students who were expecting to speak stood next to each other behind the speaker, as if they were afraid of being "caught in the wedge".There was a strong wind that day, and the playground had just been covered with sand, and the sand and dust enveloped everyone. The head teacher suddenly appeared in front of me, and asked in extreme disappointment, "What are you doing in the classroom? Have you finished writing your determination?" I didn't dare to tell her that I didn't write a word except the title, so I lied and said, "It's finished." She believed it, and pushed me to the "stage" side: "Come on, be full of emotion when you speak!" When it was my turn to speak, I first shouted slogans like "Down with me", and then shouted loudly: "We revolutionary students are resolutely fighting on the front line of class struggle. We solemnly swear to Chairman Mao that we will be at the forefront of class struggle." Death squads on the battlefield! Not afraid to fight one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand rounds with anti-Party and anti-socialist gangsters! With us, there will be a socialist red country! Victory must belong to us, because we hold the Mao Zedong Thought is a sharp weapon of class struggle! We will crush the gangsters that endanger our party and socialism to death just like pests in the countryside!..." These words were choked out in the 20 minutes before it was my turn to speak in the midst of my desperation.Without a speech, the effect is better, and the emotion is indeed full.Because of the fighting atmosphere created by so many people, I have completely begun to believe that Deng Tuo, Wu Han, and Liao Mosha are undoubtedly a group of anti-Party and anti-socialist gangsters!In addition to them, there are all kinds of anti-party and anti-socialist gangsters who have not yet exposed their counter-revolutionary faces!If not, why did Chairman Mao launch a socialist cultural revolution? Why does the "Liberation Army Daily" continue to publish critical articles full of gunpowder?The Chinese People's Liberation Army has been mobilized first, and I have taken a fighting posture. I—a middle school student who was born in New China and grew up under the red flag, loves the party and socialism very much—a member of the Communist Youth League, how can I be in such a situation? Is it outside the movement that is related to the life and death of our party and the country? ! After I returned to the class and sat down, I was still very excited.The sand dazzled my eyes during the speech, and I didn't bother to rub them out, and now the tears kept streaming out. The teacher in charge walked up to me from behind and sat down beside me, put her handkerchief in my hand, and praised: "Very good. Your speech is very good. Your feelings are also very right! The teacher just blamed you a little bit, don't angry." She probably thought my tears were flowing out of inner excitement. The principal said in his speech: "As the representative of the third and second classes of the junior high school said, we must kill the gangsters that endanger our party and socialism just like eliminating pests in the countryside! This is the root of our love for the party and socialism. This is our proletarian indignation against the anti-Party, anti-socialist gangsters!  …” In the history of our school, it is "unprecedented" for a principal to quote a student. The teacher in charge gave me a friendly smile. I feel extremely proud, extremely proud, so proud! The Chinese teacher appeared next to the principal, bowed down respectfully and piously and said to the principal: "Principal, I have read "Evening Talks in Yanshan" and "Notes on Three Family Village" in the composition class of several classes. Several articles, although I have written a written review, but it is not profound, please allow me to take this opportunity to criticize myself..." Since she was also talking into the microphone, we heard her. The headmaster didn't look at her, nor did he comment.Continue to speak: "This great socialist cultural revolution will inevitably spread from Beijing to the whole country, from society to our schools..." The Chinese teacher just bent over slightly and stood beside the principal, unwillingly waiting for the principal's speech to end. The headmaster didn't even look at her until he finished speaking. She lost the opportunity to publicly review and criticize her "mistakes" in front of the whole school. When several students moved tables, chairs and loudspeakers into the building, she was still standing there in a daze... Oral punishment is enough, followed by pen attack. Each class sent students to the General Affairs Office to get paper, ink, and pens, and began to write close-up "battle essays" denouncing the "gangsters" or draw cartoons. Our class first posted a huge slogan on both sides of the school gate, "Stand firmly on Chairman Mao's side, and fight to the death with the anti-party and anti-socialist gangsters!" It declared to the whole society that our school's revolutionary teachers and students have a clear-cut stand It also made up for the loss of honor that our "four good" class failed to be the first to speak at the school-wide determination meeting. "Battle Call" is all about "improvisation". I wrote a sentence: "Deng Tuo, Wu Han, Liao Mosha", Some students immediately continued: "The three of them are a family," The third sentence came even faster: "They are against the party and the people," Someone already thought of the fourth sentence: "Do you think you should kill or not?" Everyone read it in unison, rhyming together. "Does it end on a question mark? Who are you asking?" "What's the point of asking? It should be killed!" "Yes! Add two sentences - you should kill! You should kill!!" "One more thing - send them back to their hometown!!!" Many students raised questions and supplemented from the sidelines. So a "battle call" was drippingly posted on the corridor: Deng Tuo, Wu Han, Liao Mosha, The three of them are a family, They are anti-party and anti-people, Do you think it should be killed or not? It's time to kill!It's time to kill! ! Send them home! ! ! Soon this poetic "Battle Call" spread like wildfire, from inside and outside the school, and became a "revolutionary nursery rhyme" sung very easily by thousands of little girls when they danced rubber bands.From one generation of little girls to another generation of little girls, it has been sung for a long time, almost from 1966 to 1976... The head teacher found me in the teacher's room, and all the teachers were also playing with their pens. She asked: "I heard from my classmates that you have two black books, "Evening Chats in Yanshan" and "Notes from Sanjia Village"?" I have, but I don't know what the teacher asked. Out of a middle school student's instinct to protect himself, I immediately shook my head and denied: "No, no! Students are talking nonsense!" She said: "You must have! The teacher asked you to contribute and use it as critical material for your classmates." I had no choice but to answer vaguely: "Maybe I have... I can't remember it myself, I will look for it when I go home." A teacher who was writing a "battle essay" hung his wrist and stopped writing: "Teacher Yao, if he can find it, please give it to our chemistry teaching and research group for criticism! None of us chemistry teachers have read it!" , and put pen to paper again.