When I was six years old, it was the eve of the Spring Festival. The Gregorian calendar may be 19 17. I left my parents and hometown. My uncle took me to Jinan. My uncle's life is probably over now. I am the only boy among his two brothers. If he wants to train me as an adult, he can only go to Jinan in the future. This can be said to be the most critical turning point in my life
Point, otherwise I will still farm in my hometown today (if I can live), which is of course a good thing. But good things sometimes turn into bad things. During the "Cultural Revolution", I thought several times that if my uncle hadn't brought me from my hometown to Jinan, I would have been living a muddled but comfortable life. How can I be knocked down by a "revolutionary" and I can't turn over a thousands of feet? Alas, things change, and life grows old. Really helpless!
After arriving in Jinan, I had a sad day. It's hard to understand what it's like for a six-or seven-year-old child to leave his mother, unless he has personal experience. I woke up from my dream several times. Although you can eat not only white flour steamed bread, but also meat at this time; But I'd rather eat red sorghum cake and eat bitter pickles. This wish is of course just an illusion. I can't help it Over time, I got used to it.
My uncle is ambitious and very concerned about my education. Arrange for me to attend a private school first. The teacher is an old man with a white beard, and his face is grim and daunting. Every day, when you enter the school, you first salute the memorial tablet of Confucius, and then "a thousand grandchildren Zhao Li". At about the same time, my uncle sent me to the primary school attached to the First Normal University. This place is inside the old city wall. This street is called Guan Sheng Street, which looks very imposing. In fact, "officials" are also "coffins", and the whole street is made of coffins. By this time, the May 4th Movement had probably begun. The headmaster is a part-time headmaster of the first division. He is a major figure in Shandong. In the eyes of a pupil, he is a big shot and can't meet easily. Unexpectedly, ten years later, I graduated from university and went to teach in Jinan High School, and we became colleagues. He is a history teacher. I was very respectful to my disciple, but he thanked me again and again. I thought at that time, life is really unpredictable!
Because the headmaster is a reformist, our Chinese textbooks have all been changed into vernacular Chinese. There is a passage in the textbook called Camel of Arabia. This story is well known. But it was strange and new to me at that time, and it was very interesting to read. I just can't put it down. However, this article caused trouble. One day, my uncle looked through my textbook, and I only saw him suddenly angry. "How can a camel talk?" He was angry. "This school can't go on reading, and it is necessary to transfer!"
So I transferred to another school. The transfer procedure is much simpler than it is now, and only one oral exam is needed. And the oral test is very simple, only a few words are given for us to recognize. I remember the word "mule" in the middle of the word. I recognized it, so I decided to be a senior one. A relative two years older than me didn't recognize it, so it was designated as Grade Three. In a word, I took advantage of it for a year. This is an anecdote.
This school is close to the south wall. The campus is wide and there are many trees. The flowers are dense and the scenery is beautiful. On a Chai Men supported by a wooden frame, there is a wooden plaque engraved with four characters: "Obey the rules and discipline". I didn't understand the meaning of these four words at that time, but I thought there were many strokes for fun. I go in and out from under this wooden plaque every day, go to school and play games. At that time, I didn't know until later that the original intention of the person who set up the plaque was nothing more than to let the pupils behave themselves and be good children. But after using four strange words, the child didn't understand anyone, and the result was useless.
Did I "follow the rules"? Probably not. We have a chubby abacus teacher, and we gave him a nickname, Shao Qianer (Jinan dialect, meaning cicada). He is particularly rude to his students. Abacus, wrong number, hit a board. Ten eight or even hundreds of mistakes are inevitable in abacus calculation. We all have many surfboards. I don't know who mumbled, "Let's get him out of here!" "Get everyone's consent right away. We, a group of ten-year-old children, are going to "rebel" too. It is agreed that when he is in class, we will turn over the teaching desk and leave the classroom together, hiding behind the rockery. We think this move is really clever; If successful, the teacher will lose face and have to pack up and go home. However, there are traitors in our class. Although there were only a few people, they tried to kiss the teacher's ass and didn't leave the classroom. This greatly increased the arrogance of the teacher. He knew that he still had "the masses", so he was very powerful. After a while, he hit us small "rebels" with big bamboo boards, and each of our hands were swollen like steamed buns. But no one cried. Every time I think of it in the future, I think it can be written into my "Victory Story" "Revolution is innocent and rebellion is justified". If only a great "revolutionary" had created these two slogans at that time!
Speaking of study, I remember that within three years, I had two A's, three A's (only three A's), two B's and one B's. On the whole, they are excellent. But not first-rate. In fact, I didn't study hard at that time. Play more, learn less. The first in our class is Li Yuhe, who is the first every year. He is five or six years older than me. He looks very mature, rote, and works hard. He frowns, doesn't laugh and doesn't fight with us every day. I have never been ambitious, and I don't want to compete for the top prize at all. But I have no respect for an old senior, and I still look down on him, thinking that he is not my race.
Although I am not interested in regular classes, there is one thing I am interested in, and that is reading novels. My uncle is a square, calling novels "casual books" and forbidding me to read them. At home, there is a big bucket of white flour under my desk, covered with "mats" made of sorghum stalks (Jinan dialect). I sat at my desk with four books on it, but I read old novels, such as Gong Peng, Biography of the Duke of Ji, The Journey to the West and Romance of the Three Kingdoms. A dream of red mansions is probably too abstruse for me to understand. Daiyu cries all day. I don't like it, so I can't stand it. The rest of the books were read with relish. Suddenly my uncle came in, I quickly lifted the quilt, threw the idle books in, and read Confucius and Poems in my mouth.