Commemorative 20 17 102

20 17 102 is a special day, and reading forward and backward is 20 17 102.

This special day is of special significance to the teachers and students of the 87th session of Yongkang No.1 Middle School-the 30th anniversary of high school graduation was held on this day. Leaders, teachers and classmates get together to talk about parting and enjoy the joy of reunion!

Listening to the speeches of teachers and students one by one, those long-forgotten memories are vivid and shining in front of us.

33 years ago, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival soon after our freshmen entered school, and the school distributed moon cakes. I was entrusted by the class teacher Lang Yuelai to distribute moon cakes to my classmates. Like many students, this is the first time I left home and my parents. The feeling of missing parents during the holiday season is constantly strengthening. After I finished handing out mooncakes in tears, I went back to my seat and thought of my parents holding mooncakes in their hands. There was also a Mid-Autumn Festival party that day, and I have no memory of it, probably because of the Yongkang No.1 Middle School party that year. After the class reunion, the words that Jin Xiaogan of Class Two recalled in the group filled the blank of this memory for me: "At the party, Ceng Laoshi recited When is the Bright Moon?" Cadence and cadence. Since then, every Mid-Autumn Festival I will think of Ceng Laoshi's poetry recital. Yao Hongyong's memories made the details of the party more specific: "I forgot all the moon cakes I ate, and I still have an impression of the party. In the open space in front of the classroom, the moon appears and disappears. For the first time in my life, I was deeply impressed by Ceng Laoshi's recitation. " Dong Haiping's memory is affectionate: "On the Mid-Autumn Festival night in Grade One, Teacher Lang brought a plate of moon cakes into the classroom. The amazing feeling at that time still has a aftertaste. At that time, eating a piece of moon cake was great happiness. The moon cakes in the classroom left the deepest impression on me. " Dr. Dong Haiping really remembered the Mid-Autumn Moon Cake that year: "@ Hu Xiaoxia, I only remember that night when we were studying in the classroom, suddenly Mr. Lang came into the classroom with his usual Gherardini expression, carrying a flat plate of moon cakes. Go to the podium and give it to the students in the first row on the far left by the window. Everyone's eyes are lit up. I don't remember you sending it. It is estimated that I only stared at the moon cakes at that time. " I don't know how many people 1984' s moon cakes and parties have become their Mid-Autumn Festival memories all their lives.

Ceng Laoshi mentioned by the students in their memories is Mr. Zeng Zeguang, my Chinese teacher in the first year of high school. He is knowledgeable and personable. After our graduation in 1987, he also left Yongkang No.1 Middle School to teach at Jinhua Normal School. Ceng Laoshi is very thoughtful, and he still keeps the Chinese score registration form of Class 5, Grade 1 (Grade 2), which records our reading and writing scores in the final exam of that year, as well as the total score and comprehensive evaluation results of the final exam. My final exam score was 8 1, tied for seventh place; The overall score is 83, tied for fifth place. I am probably the kind of student who studies Chinese seriously and attentively. Ceng Laoshi did not hesitate to give extra points in the comprehensive evaluation.

After listening to Ceng Laoshi's class, I was deeply impressed by learning Xunzi's article "Encouraging Learning". Because I am familiar with the text, I was the first to answer the teacher's question in class and was warmly praised by Ceng Laoshi. Since then, I have a soft spot for Chinese, especially ancient Chinese. I like not only Ceng Laoshi, but also classical Chinese. Students' psychology is so simple, because they like a teacher in one sentence and love me, love my dog. Only at this party did I know that Ceng Laoshi is still my uncle's teacher, and they are still in contact, which shows the deep affection between teachers and students. Fate is really a wonderful thing.

Speaking of Chinese, it is natural to think of Mr. Du, the head teacher and Chinese teacher of our liberal arts class. Mr. Du is tall and clean, and he is known as a gifted scholar. Teacher Du is worthy of being a "gifted scholar". He can read, write, play and sing. Before we moved into the new dormitory, Mr. Du lived in the bungalow opposite our dormitory. On Sundays or other leisure time, we can hear Mr. Du's melodious erhu performance from time to time, sometimes solo, sometimes with Mr. Wang who was teaching music at that time. I still clearly remember the scene when Mr. Du was intoxicated by the sound of the erhu: Mr. Du was dressed in a gray-blue Chinese tunic suit, with his right hand pulling a bow, melodious music flowing under the magical bowstring, and Mr. Du's body moved gently and slowly with the melody or left or right.

Teacher Du left us many stories. For example, although the school doesn't agree, we still agree to climb Mount Li in spring and go to Dahan in autumn. I don't know what ever happened. Our class was criticized by the school, and the atmosphere in the classroom was very low. During the evening self-study, Mr. Du taught us to sing and use music to dispel unhappiness. After learning The Necklace, Mr. Du assigned the homework to continue telling stories. Interestingly, the students criticized each other for this assignment, and everyone seriously exchanged suggestions for revision. I remember my sequel was highly praised by Cheng Wensheng in the back table: "It's very Mo Bosang-like". Maybe Cheng was just a temporary compliment, but his words really cheered me up for a while. Yongkang county government wants to build Yongkang Hotel. Teacher Du not only organized us to "inspect" on the spot, but also organized us to discuss the current events in Yongkang and write comments. Young and frivolous, we combined the dangerous house of our school (the students of Yongkang No.1 Middle School still live in dangerous houses, and the conditions for running schools in rural areas are really unbearable) to point out the mountains and rivers, stimulate writing and spend a passionate time. Also, I forgot whether it was organized by the school or another independent action only belonging to the liberal arts class. I went to the cinema to see the film Sunrise adapted from Cao Yu's play script of the same name. Watching movies, toothache is definitely a good thing at that time. However, I have forgotten the details of this film. What I can't forget is that after coming back from the movie, Teacher Du read us the highlights of Sunrise. The characters I don't understand in movies are all "alive" in Mr. Du's reading. At that time, I admired Mr. Du's kung fu in reading the characters alive. Now I admire Mr. Du for having such an advanced educational concept in the 1980s: students are the main body of learning, and only when they are "alive" can learning be truly vivid; The concept of great Chinese-the extension of Chinese is equal to life, he introduces living water into Chinese classroom and leads us into life; Besides, he told us that reading aloud is an effective method of Chinese learning, similar to today's reading. ...

After three years in high school, I was fascinated by English. Open English books as soon as you have time; Open a crack in the drawer, close your eyes and find out English extracurricular reading materials. Is there "China" in the window of the school newspaper? Daily newspaper, which I often read. Every time I understand an English news, it will give me great encouragement and joy. You will encounter many new words when reading newspapers. Write them down, look them up in the dictionary and ask the teacher. This enthusiasm is directly related to several English teachers I met in No.1 Middle School.

Teacher Lu Huiping is my first senior high school English teacher. Teacher Lu is gentle, kind and dedicated. We have captured infinite teacher love from her heart and patience. I remember that teacher Lu was pregnant with a baby, her feet were swollen, and she had some difficulty in speaking, but she was still meticulous in class.

After Teacher Lu asked for maternity leave, Sun Guihong, who used to teach English in Class 6, took over as our English teacher. Teacher Sun is young, handsome and charming, and her teaching is very open. At that time, he will give it to our whole class and be taught by classmates. I once had an English class. In order to learn this course well, I spent a lot of time preparing lessons, looking up a lot of materials, changing a lot of teaching plans, combing knowledge points repeatedly, sorting out classroom ideas, trying to figure out possible problems of students and thinking about how to eliminate them. After class, a boy with a weak English foundation said to me: This is the first English lesson he has understood since he went to high school. I think he can understand this English class because my English level is limited and I can only speak superficial knowledge. Second, because girls have different attractions when giving lectures, boys listen carefully. I didn't listen to Mr. Sun's class very much, so I went to the liberal arts class. This is one of the things I remember vividly during the time when I met Mr. Sun, because Mr. Sun trained me to go to the podium early in the future.

When I arrived at the liberal arts class, I heard Chi Jing's English class. Miss Chi is young and beautiful, lively and crisp, and quick to do things. Many boys like English classes very much. I already like English, and because of the beautiful teacher Chi's English class, I am more happy to learn English. Teacher Chi's English words are very beautiful. Teacher Chi's spoken English is very good. Teacher Chi's name is very foreign. Miss Chi once told us that her original name was Chi, and she changed the word "room" because it was too corny. Sure enough, there is no "square" that is more foreign. I like Mr. Chi very much, and even expand my affection for single names infinitely: all single names are as foreign as Mr. Chi, and I envy his classmates for having such a good name. Later, Miss Chi became pregnant with a baby and went to work by bike every day. We are very worried that she will push too hard, and secretly pray that Miss Chi must not wrestle, otherwise it will be very dangerous-that's because of her love and love for no reason. Before Miss Chi asked for maternity leave, she hired a substitute teacher for us. She checked herself and listened to the teacher's class with us. I can't remember whether the substitute teacher gave us lessons later. What I remember is that in that class, Mr. Chi sat in the first row with a full stomach and listened to the teacher. He also looked back from time to time to observe our performance and reflection. Later, Mr. Chi was transferred to the library of Zhejiang Agricultural University. After listening to this, I felt very sorry: wouldn't it be a waste if such an excellent English teacher didn't teach? However, I also have a little regret for Miss Chi. I didn't apply for English major in the college entrance examination that year, which wasted my high English score of 9 1 (full mark 100). Teacher Chi stamped her foot and said to me, "If you don't apply for English College, how many people in the liberal arts class are eligible to apply?" Teacher Chi is naturally anxious for me, which is her deep love for life. There are many talents in liberal arts classes. But what she regrets is the sincerity and warmth in the room, which I cherish one by one and remember all my life, although Miss Chi has long forgotten such small details.

I still can't figure out how teacher Lang Yuelai gave me the honor and burden of vice president when I first entered senior one. Maybe it's because I did well in the mid-term exam. The monitor at that time was Xueba Hu Xiaohui, who was admitted to Tsinghua University three years later. When I was a freshman in high school, I showed obvious partiality. The position of vice monitor has given me great pressure and great motivation. I have been studying very hard, trying to shorten the distance between myself and the deputy monitor and the monitor of Xueba. Teacher Lang's math class, a math master, said he was flexible and proficient. This statement is correct. As soon as Mr. Lang's mantra "Well, it's very simple" landed, no matter how difficult the topic was, it also collapsed one by one in Mr. Lang's effortless analysis. I wonder if green military uniforms were popular in those days. In my impression, Mr. Lang seems to have been wearing a green military uniform. I don't care if the cuffs rub against the chalk dust accumulated on the edge of the blackboard because the blackboard is too devoted to writing. So Mr. Lang's cuffs are often white. After a class, his right pocket often shines. Green military uniform with white chalk dust, no sense of disobedience. Teacher Lang likes playing chess. An excellent math teacher must be good at playing chess. I once recommended Mr. Lang to my brother, because his brother's dormitory was often lined up. Have Mr. Tomichiro and his brother ever learned from each other?

In teacher Zhu's chemistry class, I remembered the unit "Moore". When Mr. Zhu said "Moore", his tone was particularly pleasant, a bit like speaking English words. Perhaps it is this good feeling that makes me indifferent to science, and chemistry is still interesting. Physics abused me so much that I can't remember the name of my physics teacher.

Miss Zhu Biao is my political teacher in my first year of high school. He teaches in dialect, which is very homey. In the era of reform and opening up, political lessons are about the socialist market economic system. At this party, Mr. Zhu has been sitting at the door of the venue because it is not convenient to move. When it was his turn to speak, Mr. Zhu tried his best to explain his inconvenience and gratitude in clear language. Because it is inconvenient to talk, he made several bows to the leaders, teachers and classmates present. Teacher Zhu's description of his own suffering is really instructive, and my tears can't help coming up. What came to my mind was the scene of him teaching us, with a familiar and cordial accent.

Teacher Zhou Qixiang's geography class is humorous and full of dry goods, which is very popular with everyone, but I ignore geography because I love English. Coupled with the Beijing-Guangzhou line, monsoon climate and so on, it always consumes a lot of air, which makes me a little scared. I know much less about Mr. Zhou's interest and essence in geography class than other students. Whenever my classmates recall their past geography lessons, I just listen quietly, as if I were making up for the lessons I left behind that year. Today, 85-year-old Mr. Zhou is hale and hearty, both as a tourism expert and a master photographer. It is said that he has been to more than 20 countries and Canada several times, more than I can remember. Although I had surgery this year, I still walked in the mountains and rivers positively and optimistically. Teacher Zhou is traveling in Japan these days.

It was Miss Xia Haiyan, an extremely gentle, humble and dedicated female teacher, who gave us a history lesson in Senior One. I didn't see her at the party and I don't know why I didn't come to see her. Later, Mr. Shen Hui, who teaches mathematics in our liberal arts class, didn't come this time. Fortunately, we met at the Hangzhou Homecoming on 20 15. He is as elegant and kind as then, with a strong Xiaoshan accent.

The teachers I haven't seen this time, such as Lin, a history teacher, and Chen, a math teacher, can't wait for this grand event to leave. Mr. Chen was old when he taught us math, but he had a childlike smile and two deep dimples. Lin, a history teacher, is a history book and an experienced old teacher. He can sort out the complicated history. Miss Gao Hu Ming told us the knowledge of market economy and dialectical materialism in nonstandard Mandarin. He went on and on, and we listened with relish. The mantra of "seven twists and turns" and "one flower and one chrysanthemum" will still be talked about by students. In order to tell us clearly the knowledge of equivalent exchange and market regulation, Mr. Hu always gives an example: "Your mother ~ ~ took an old hen to the market ~ ~", which is easy to understand. In the laughter, we understood many boring concepts and principles. Mr Hu is very dedicated. In senior three, he personally carved a thick stack of materials for us. Because I have to make up geography, I don't have time to take care of those materials, but I got a high score of 87 points (full mark 100) in the college entrance examination. Summing up experience afterwards, first, it is beneficial to Mr. Hu's classroom, vivid and in-depth; Second, after listening to Mr. Hu's teachings, I almost turned the thin book Dialectical Materialism to the back; Third, Mr. Hu's superb problem-setting skills. I have used all the last 16K test data he compiled for us. The exam was so smooth that my eyes lit up. What benefits me from Mr. Hu is the application of his dialectical materialism in daily life, which is really the wealth that I have benefited from all my life.

I recalled my high school career like a few treasures. In a trance, I was still that teenage girl, dreaming colorful dreams and designing the future with ideals under the guidance of pilots. At present, the specific content of teachers' teaching in class is not much in my heart, but the educational influence they have given is deeply left in my heart; My alma mater's teaching of "inspirational, diligent, realistic and enterprising" is also deeply branded on me. ?

Now, I am the successor of the teachers and continue to work on the three-foot platform. What kind of teacher to be and what kind of education to be, this is a problem that I need to be awake at all times. Teacher Fang's last words to the students present are still in my ears: "I hope every student can train his daughter into a daughter-in-law that others like and his son into a son-in-law that others like." The educational thought expressed in this sentence is similar to Einstein's famous educational saying: "Education is what remains after a person forgets everything he learned in school." What remains after a person forgets everything he has learned in school is the value of education, the education of habit, the education of mind, spirit, personality and emotion, which is also the true meaning of education.

I've never been anywhere. I'm going somewhere.

This article commemorates the 30th anniversary of the graduation of Yongkang No.1 Middle School (1987) and the grand meeting of 20 17 102. Thanks to the teachers' teaching, thanks to the education of the alma mater, and thanks to the students who made great efforts for this party.

In this article, I wish you and I peace, happiness and glory in each other's long years.