Teacher Wu
I live in the same village and the same hutong with Mr. Wu. Her family lives in an alley, and mine lives in an alley.
Miss Wu is a female teacher. She teaches, er-oh, er-oh, a first-year Chinese teacher. For decades, all I can remember is that she is holding a bamboo stick in her hand. Anyone who doesn't pronounce correctly and doesn't obey discipline will slam it on her head, which is very fierce.
Teacher Lu
There are two teachers, one is Lu Zhicai and the other is Lu Xincheng. Lu Zhicai is a math teacher in grade three, and Lu Xincheng is a Chinese teacher in grade three. At that time, both of them were very young, about eighteen or nineteen. (Lu Zhicai, later 1977 was admitted to the chemistry department of Tsinghua University, and the score seemed to be 146. Inspire us a lot, love us)
I remember a few things best.
One thing is to practice singing before the singing contest. We can't always sing the tone of the lyrics correctly. Teacher Lu Zhicai waved the thick arm stick angrily and broke it on the table. We are not allowed to go home after school. We still sing again and again in the dark classroom in the middle of winter until the sunset is shrouded in the night.
Another thing is the cold weather in winter. After class, two teachers, Lu, often play cockfighting with us. Several classes of students and teachers are fighting outside the classroom, like a group fight. It is very lively and adds to our physical embarrassment. Although the older teachers are quite contemptuous of this behavior and think it is detrimental to the dignity of the teachers, the two teachers remain the same.
One more thing is shameful. My hometown is very close to the Yellow River, the hometown of Guansui, and the Yellow River flows under my feet. It is good for production and life to get the moon first by being close to the water. Just as bad, the river god seems to accept people every year. Especially in summer, people always drown. The summer heat is unbearable, and children are naturally good at water. I remember one lunch break, a large group of male students were swimming in the Yellow River, and Mr. Lu Zhicai collected their clothes from the shore. Then naked, naked, lined up to walk back to school from the river, swimming naked in the street, scaring female students to cover their eyes and walk sideways.
Teacher Lu Xincheng later became my fifth-grade class teacher. I have a good relationship with him, like a buddy. Give me the office key, and you can go in at any time. I remember once rummaging through his drawer, I saw a notebook that said, "Mind your own business, go home early if you have nothing to do", "Don't talk to everyone, don't throw away everything in my heart", "Don't talk to others, don't sit and think too much", "Walking may hurt the life of moths, but cherish the lights on their veils", "It's shameful in the long run, but poor in the near future" and "No money. At that time, I felt that there were still such words, and I vaguely felt that these were not good things.
Teacher Lu Xincheng has a saying that I still remember from time to time. He said I couldn't sweep the floor. Even now, whenever I clean the room, I will think of this sentence. Is it the wrong order and way to sweep the floor, or the wrong time to sweep the floor? So far there is no solution.
When Lu Xincheng was the head teacher, one thing was still a joke in the village. Students' behavior is sometimes puzzling. I remember it was summer. Somehow, some classmates and I shaved the heads of all the boys in our class and put on yellow dacron military caps. In the political class, the teacher came in and walked to the podium. I shouted to stand up, then the teacher nodded, and I shouted to sit down. When they sat down, the male students all took off their hats and showed their heads. At present, there is a bald and whisked student, and I have no impression now. How did the political teacher react at that time? There must be shock and anger. In the meantime, I don't know how to negotiate with Teacher Lu. Only after school, Lu Xincheng asked us boys to March in two rows and sing loudly everywhere, so that the songs could attract the villagers from home.
Jia Hailong
Jia Hailong is the head teacher of my second grade.
Before the school sports meeting, Mr. Jia called me to the office to analyze the students with good physical fitness and those who are suitable for that project one by one to determine the contestants, and at the same time analyze the opponents that other classes may encounter to determine the strategy of horse racing in Tian Ji. He said it was called knowing yourself and yourself.
It is common for students to study by themselves, whisper to each other, and make endless noise, which affects others' study. A classmate, because grandpa is a school worker, especially likes to disturb the discipline of self-study when studying. In order to improve discipline, I suggest that Mr. Jia let this classmate be the team leader. In this case, he is not easy to make trouble and affect other students. But because this classmate and I are from the same village, Mr. Jia said that I was a clique. As a junior two student, I am very disappointed to know what "cliques" are. Many years later, I read an article on student education, which talked about this phenomenon. This method is called responsibility incentive mechanism, which is the same as my idea.
Hou Qinsheng
Miss Hou is a high school Chinese teacher. Mr. Hou was originally a student of Peking University, because the Rightists burned bricks and tiles in brick factories in the suburbs of Beijing for several years. After being rehabilitated, he returned to his hometown and became our Chinese teacher.
Mr. Hou is rich in literary knowledge and extensive in historical knowledge. Historical allusions, poems and songs are free to come. His cadence baritone, his leaning back when reading poetry, and his disheveled big back are in front of him. Listening to his Chinese class is very interesting.
All students have this feeling that they are afraid to write compositions, especially propositional compositions. Students have little life experience, limited participation in social activities, do not listen to things outside the window, and read only sage books. In the 1980s, going to college was the highest aspiration of all people and the whole society. The students are really lazy and indifferent, just burying themselves in their studies. Encounter unfamiliar composition questions, either the tiger eats the sky and has nowhere to claw, or the peach pit is broken, and two and a half sentences (seesaw) are a headache.
In order to make students write well and write well, Mr. Hou often arranges compositions, not propositions, but lets students draw up their own topics and write something they are familiar with, "in-depth research, careful consideration and achievements." Teacher Hou said, "Hands in the front, hands in the back", saying that writing a composition should be conceived first, and then started.
Vejje
Miss Wei is my university teacher. Teach the capitalist part of political economy.
What impressed Mr. Wei most was two pieces of chalk. He used nothing but two pieces of chalk, Kan Kan talked and wrote on the blackboard in an orderly way. The deepest impression in college should be calm and clear.
I was born for more than 50 years, studied 16.5 years, and experienced many teachers. I want to thank every teacher I met in my life, who taught me knowledge and raised me to grow up.
On the night of September 20 16, these teachers suddenly appeared in front of us. I'm thinking that they didn't appear because they taught me anything, but because they gave me different feelings in the teaching process. In the process of forming my outlook on life, world outlook and methodology, they unconsciously exerted more or less influence through their behavior, and even played a normative role.
Teachers, so preach, teach, and solve doubts. Preaching is undoubtedly the first, and it is important, very important.
Pay tribute to the teachers! ! !