1September 1975, I received the admission notice. I am surprised by two things: I am a student of Yuncheng Normal School, but the school is located in Kangjie Middle School in Yuncheng City. Kangjie Middle School enjoys a high reputation in Sanjin, and is known as Little Tsinghua in southern Shanxi. Being admitted to Zhongkang means that one foot has entered the university, which is the long-cherished wish of the majority of junior high school students. I went to the normal school and actually studied in Kangjie Middle School. Isn't that weird? Secondly, if you want to be a primary school teacher after graduation, you should have comprehensive knowledge of psychology and pedagogy, which is the first choice. Language, mathematics, body, sound and beauty are essential, and my major in Kangjie Middle School is agronomy, which is just like offering a Chinese class in a chef school. This really confuses Zhang Er and just now! After Zhongkang reported, we realized that our major in agricultural basic technology had an ambiguous relationship with the agronomy department of the Agricultural College. Most of our textbooks are from agricultural colleges, but they are universities and we are middle schools. It's like reporting in college, and people say, sorry, you're at the wrong door, next door. As my head teacher, Mr. Xu Shaotang, said, you went the right way and entered the wrong door. The so-called right way is that we are all farmers, like the students of Yuncheng Agricultural College across the street, and all eat commodity grain, with the same supply standard and living allowance. As for mistakes, it goes without saying that after graduation, not only the diploma is different, but also the salary is different. What's more, the somebody else is a county agricultural science graduate, or a cadre. We graduated from the countryside and became the Monkey King. We were assigned to the mountains in the mid-levels like Xiaxian. Therefore, the first task for us to enter the school is to correct our attitude and raise our awareness. Xu teacher said humorously, "There are three buckets of grain at home, so don't be the Monkey King. This is an ancient traditional concept. There are league members and several party member here. This concept is absolutely unacceptable. "

? Our dormitory is a long two-row pit, where all the boys of Class Two in Ji Nong live. The general affairs office of the school has sprayed pesticides in advance, otherwise the biting fleas will emerge from the cracks in the corner of the pit. Soon the school brought us a pile of pulverized coal. Our rural children have grown up, have strength and experience. According to the proportion of one-third, we pour three grinders and one grinder. Several mills repeatedly rotate and stir, then scrape into a big pit, then pour in a proper amount of water, and pour in coal soil outside the circle until the water in the pool is sucked up, then repeatedly stir the mixture, and finally grind it to the ground. There are no long planks, but there are Zhang Jiuling in a coarse jacket, Zhang Yongcui walking with her arms rolled back, talking like Han, singing like Lu, cigarettes rolled into megaphones, Zhang Changsuo whose trousers were washed white, and Zhang Changsuo who said I was poor all day, with a pipe in his mouth, and that tall figure. After that, at the request of several female student cadres, we helped them make coal cakes. After several days of wind and sun, we moved up, dried our backs, and then moved to the corner of the dormitory to let them play the residual heat in the brick stove to keep us warm.

Our professional teachers are mainly visiting teachers borrowed from Yuncheng Agricultural College. The speakers are petite Chen, Chen Peijie, a teacher who is teaching this major, and educated youth in Beijing. She is tall and plump, with a pair of black wide-brimmed glasses on her nose and Miss Deng, who is not much older than me. The regional education bureau also sent us one, saying that he was published in China Youth Daily in 1960s, and he was a practical teacher in a village of Shangmachao, a scientific and technological teenager in Yongji County, with great strength. He often leads us to dig fields and sow seeds in vegetable fields in Zhongkang. When it is cold, we build a plastic shed with bamboo pieces and observe the whole process of crop growth against the north wind. We in xu teacher told us in a spirit that the specialized course of our agricultural base is to transport the teachers of the agricultural base to the high schools in the whole region. And inflammatory, every high school principal cranes his neck to put on his eyes, just like "waiting for an egg behind the chicken's ass." Many students with sad faces cracked their mouths.

We in xu teacher seem to be from Linyi. Wearing a blue or gray Chinese double-breasted cloth shirt, a pair of round cloth shoes and ribbed cotton shoes in winter is a completely different kind in Kangjie Middle School. It is a cadre uniform or a Chinese tunic suit. The tall figure is slightly rudder, just like an old pedant with a thread-bound book in the Republic of China. In class, always put a cup of strong tea on the lecture table. The vicissitudes of life face is full of wrinkles, the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, a few inlaid teeth are smiling, white and dark, and some bubbles appear on the corners of the mouth from time to time. As Zhao Yunzhen, who is very young, said, a few words that almost gave birth to calluses are "one year in the soil, two years in the ocean, and three years without forgetting my parents". Between the lines, it reveals the simple and kind heart of his old man's house. Xu teacher's four-season hat never leaves his head, unlike our later class teacher, Mr. Wang Xingqiao. A few sparse gray hairs can't cover his shiny big head. Once I went to his house, he took off his hat and had thick black hair. As for why Lao Dai wears a hat, alas, it has become a mystery that can never be solved.

I don't know why, but xu teacher appreciates me very much. He is a heavy smoker. Although I smoke, I never gave him one, let alone a box, a whole one. He asked me to be the monitor first, and then the school asked three normal classes to set up a general league branch and a party branch. This must be xu teacher's golden words. I have served as secretary of the General League branch, secretary of the Party branch and deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee. I gave the monitor to Xie first, and then to Zhang Changsuo. As for me, I also served as the group secretary and party group leader in my class, although my classmates called me the old monitor. Whenever the school holds a staff meeting and the party committee holds a branch secretary meeting, I attend as a member without voting rights. I almost became a beacon in the eyes of students and teachers. That's right. Niu Dequan, a chemistry teacher in Xiaxian County, and Zhang Qiulian, a physics teacher, all took the initiative to find me at his house and stared at me seriously. They can come to you at any time and are willing to give anything to each other. It's a pity that my junior high school diploma, primary school culture and language are biased. I borrow books from the school library whenever I have time, and I also borrowed the History of China Literature from three episodes in the winter vacation, so I smiled and declined in their disappointed eyes. But Mr Niu and Mr Zhang have a deep love for licking calves, which I will remember for life. After I retired and settled in Yuncheng, I made a special trip to inquire about the family hospital of Zhongkang Old School. Teacher Niu is nowhere to be found. Teacher Zhang is still alive, but unfortunately he is ill. When she saw me, she enthusiastically pulled me down and asked the nanny to cut watermelon and pour tea, but she didn't care who I was, just took out a small notebook and asked me to write down my name and mobile phone number. Looking at this smiling and gentle teacher, I can't remember the normal class and I don't know whose teacher I am. My heart is sour and I can't help but burst into tears.