My diary of aiding Tibet: 3. go on foot

Get up in the morning, it has just rained, and the air is full of moisture and coolness. I stepped on the road just soaked by rain and gradually walked from the teacher's apartment to the teaching area. The surrounding mountains are shrouded in clouds, vaguely "hiding half her face in front of us behind her guitar." I can't find any disobedient noise in my ears except birds and wind. Wang Wei's phrase "an empty mountain stands on an autumn night after the rain" comes to my mind.

At this time, I found myself walking slowly, slowly, slowly.

Jaco said: When you come to this place, your whole body and mind will naturally slow down. I feel the same way.

There was no class at the weekend, and Teacher Roger invited me out for a walk. We decided to ride Jaco's motorcycle to visit the "Hero Slope" in Chayu.

The motorcycle chugged along the mountain road from middle school to the county seat. Through the mirror, I can see my stupid appearance wearing a helmet and the scenery walking backwards on both sides, which reminds me of the leisurely long shot of the protagonist riding a motorcycle on a mountain road in the movie roadside picnic. I think director Bi Gan must be sitting in the back seat of a motorcycle and walking on the curve in the mountains like me.

Hero slope memorial park is located on the mountain near the county seat. According to the instructions of several Tibetan grandmothers, we still went the wrong way and bumped into a border post by mistake. To get to the station, you need to cross a wooden bridge with a broken steel frame. Far away, I saw a soldier brother in the barracks, trying to cross the bridge and ask for directions, but I was scared by the dog who heard the sound. Fortunately, I was afraid of dogs and didn't go any further. When I returned to my office the next day, Mr. Jamba Zhuo Ma told me that we had reached the China-Myanmar border, and mines were buried everywhere on the mountain, so we should not trespass.

We went the wrong way again, but stopped at another small wooden bridge over the river. Standing on the bridge, watching the scenery and taking photos, the lens is full of bright colors: blue sky, green hills, swift rivers as clear as jade, and several neglected but fruitful apple trees. There are no people around, no horses and chariots, only the wind blowing loose and the sound of running water under your feet. I feel all my senses are open. A place like this is right to come to the wrong place!

Finally, I found Hero Slope Memorial Park. Hero slope is very similar to other martyrs' cemeteries. There is a tall monument in the center of the park, and more than 400 martyrs who died in the "China-India counterattack" are buried behind the monument. Some tombstones have names to test, and some only have the title of "Unknown Martyr". I have a terminal illness of occupational diseases, and I think of Mao Zedong's "Castle Peak is full of loyal bones, why can I die without regret?"

There is a two-story museum in the park, which shows a brief history of Tibet, and introduces in detail the history of the war of resistance against Britain by the soldiers and civilians in Gyangze, the war of liberation in Tibetan areas and the history of the "Sino-Indian counterattack station" by the soldiers and civilians in Chayu.

I have always liked visiting museums, so I walked slowly to watch them. However, I still have a bad habit of sensibility, and visiting museums is the most vulnerable to attack. Sure enough, after reading the deeds of several martyrs and several letters from their families before their death, I can't help feeling that in the long river of history, there are always a few people, just like dust, flashing the light in my life in a unique way.

Then my eyes blurred again.

Second, watch classes.

Since the second week, I have observed many classes.

Chayu Middle School has a fine tradition in attending classes: every teacher is required to attend classes at least once a week, and it is included in the performance assessment of each subject group. Listening more will add points, and listening less will deduct points. The teacher doesn't have to say hello to the teacher in advance, just bring his own lecture book, just find a class and push the door.

I don't know how teachers will react if such a listening system is put in schools in Shenzhen. Anyway, they are used to it here.

The first class I listened to was the class of Li Wei, a teacher in the same grade. The little girl has just graduated for two years. She is a girl next door with a smile in her eyes. She took a reading instruction class in Yueyang Tower. The teaching of classical Chinese reading is probably a major difficulty in Tibetan areas. Miss Li actually has the temperament of being a teacher. It can be seen that she works hard and seriously. She tried her best, but after one class, the students' reading quality did not improve significantly.

Then, I listened to the Chinese class of teacher Xu Meifang, the head of Chinese class in Grade 7. She had her first class in winter in Jinan. In this class, she dictated the words first, and then opened a new lesson about the author, writing background and other literary common sense. The focus of class is to learn new words, correct pronunciation, speak polyphonic words, and learn to write new words and pinyin on the stage. After this series of activities, the bell rang.

Think of my first year of teaching, the first open class "Plant Mom has a way", which is almost such a model. I told xu teacher, "In Shenzhen, I don't have Chinese classes in the third and fourth grades. Since the fourth grade, I basically won't spend too much time talking about new words in class. "

Xu teacher said: No way, many children are in the seventh grade, and their literacy is limited.

Miss Jiang is a senior teacher in our ninth grade. She invited me to attend one of her lectures on ancient poetry, which was about Li Bai's Difficult to Go. It is also first-class and solid. After a class, I wrote a blackboard full of books: topics, literary common sense, pinyin and notes of key words, and translation of the first three verses. Mr. Ram talked about every link in detail.

Their lessons are so solid that I can't find anything wrong with them. Essentially, I don't know how to comment.

Third, insomnia.

The first test of grade 95 came down. To tell you the truth, I still find it a little unbelievable to change the paper.

The only highlight of the answer sheet is that the score rate of the poem dictation part is still considerable.

In the reading comprehension section, no matter the articles inside and outside the class, no matter whether there are any topics talked about or not, many students have left a big gap. Before the exam, I specially reminded them that there were two poems to review, but many students still answered irrelevant questions. What's even more ridiculous is that even a few students don't have time to write multiple-choice questions.

What surprised me most was the composition.

The title of the composition is "Feeling Nature". Seeing this topic, I can't help looking out of the window. The blue sky, green hills and green waters of tea language are in full bloom at any time and place.

However, I can't bear to look directly at the collected compositions. There are no fewer than ten students, and the composition has only written a paragraph. Some students' rare words are even irrelevant. Many other students gave me quite a surprise in the length of the article, but when I read it carefully, I copied large paragraphs or sentences from other articles, so I pieced together an "article" Most of the works that don't stray from the topic are also very general, which really makes me feel as if I have never been close to nature.

It is really rare to be able to stick to the theme and have substance in words.

Seeing the children's compositions, I was lost in thought.

As a teacher who lasts only one semester, what position should I give myself? What role can I play in these four months? What can it change?

Jaco said: You are like alien species. You are here to influence the ecology.

I don't know why, but his words remind me of the "Egyptian pond fish" in the dark and deep lime pond in Longdong Village when I was a child. Every morning, they float in groups on the surface of the pool with their scary mouths open.

In the evening, my WeChat is very busy.

Teacher Ye Jiaxing, who was assigned to Cha Hua Rong Township, came to me for advice on how to carry out systematic teaching and research activities in aided schools. He plans to put his dispatching school and Cha Huaron Central Primary School in the same class in the cloud, but he is worried that he is not strong enough to put his ideas and plans into practice. He said: "I want to leave something valuable during my teaching, but I am worried that it will have a negative impact on the ecology of the aided schools." I feel a little anxious because the time is too short. "

I still remember the day when we joined hands. I asked him why he just got married and taught. He said without hesitation, "I want to play!" " "

Unexpectedly, I haven't seen you for two weeks. The big boy who said "I want to play" is now thinking about his position and value. I used a tone similar to Jaco's before to comfort Jia Xing and told him to take his time and not to worry.

I think, maybe for this place, we are just a passer-by among the thousands of people who help Tibet. As long as you know that what you are practicing is meaningful, why should you think about your position in a place from the perspective of God?

When chatting, my university teacher, Mr. Li Huan, also greeted me on WeChat after I entered Tibet. She said that after reading my diary of aid to Tibet, I felt a lot and the challenges brought by regional differences.

I shared with her what I saw, felt and thought in the past two weeks and my plans for the next few months. Teacher Li affirmed my idea. I said, "When I first came, I was very uneasy because I was a primary school Chinese teacher." Now, I am glad that I am a primary school Chinese teacher! "

That night, I wrote until nearly midnight. After the article was published, I lay down to have a rest, but I received comments from several friends saying that I was looking forward to continuous updates. I can't help secretly rejoicing.

Or because I was too tired to write before, or because I was worried about the new trend of the article, I couldn't sleep!

I was lying in bed, feeling that my eyes were dark, so dark that I couldn't feel around, so dark that I couldn't find a glimmer of light. I thought the curtains were too good to block the light, but the night outside the window was too deep.

I tried to put myself to sleep, trying not to think about the attention and heat of the article, but at present, the teaching design and ideas of next week's open class are playing noisily, and I can't get rid of it.

I hate this insomnia, this impatience, this pursuit of fame!

Fourth, teenagers.

Friday, after dinner, I have nothing to do. I paced the campus alone.

While wandering around, I met Vice President Lei Ying and his lover Ceng Laoshi. They invited me to take a walk with them, and I readily agreed.

Lei Xiao is only a few years older than me. He looks young, has shiny hair and is very handsome. His lover, Ceng Laoshi, has been in Tibet for more than ten years, but his skin is still as white as paper, and his looks and temperament are good. The husband and wife were classmates before work, and they chose to stay in the tea when assigning jobs. This one is more than ten years.

They led me slowly along the valley. There were no people along the way, only the swift current of Chayu River followed along the way. The confrontation between the green hills on both sides of the strait has caught us in the middle, which is particularly small. A cool breeze is blowing in the valley. Lei Xiao opened the topic from the breeze and scenery, and asked me if I had adapted to the climate and water and soil after tea. I told him: at home, your most common green mountains and green waters, the most common geomantic songs, are exactly what I want to see and hear in Shenzhen. So, I not only adapt, but also like it here.

We talked while walking, probably because all three of us are talkative. We talked from tea language to Shenzhen, from education to times and life, and there was almost no silence for a second. I don't know how long we walked, I don't know how long we talked, and we looked at the night as if we were going to climb a mountain before going back.

Ceng Laoshi said that the couple walked along the valley almost every day. No wonder they both look so moody. Watching the flowing water together in this quiet valley is really the most romantic thing I can think of.

Thank you very much for your invitation. If they invite me for a walk next time, I will definitely keep the appointment.

Back on campus, the students gathered in an open space near the school gate, surrounded by a set of stereos, and danced a pot dance. I said to Lei Xiao, "I have always heard that Tibetans can walk and dance, and sure enough!"

Lei Xiao said: "Yes, just give them a piece of music and they can jump around themselves anytime and anywhere."

Yes! Just give them a piece of music and they will shake the whole valley! What an enviable pure teenager.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Xiao sent me a document, which was a commendation notice from Shenzhen Education Bureau on celebrating the 36th Teachers' Day in Shenzhen.

Before this summer vacation, I participated in the selection of "Shenzhen Excellent Teachers" and lost!

To tell the truth, I have been used to participating in various competitions in recent years, and I am also used to falling out with Sun Shan.

I told Zhang that the leader gave me the opportunity to take part in the evaluation, but I failed in the end. I think it will take me several years to settle down.

I remember that two months ago, I was eager for quick success and instant benefit for this "excellent city" selection, and even spent several days staying up late to sort out a 96-page A4 paper. Now that I think about it, I am possessed by ghosts.

If someone asks at this time: Fang Nan, how are you?

I must gnash my teeth and answer: that's a must!

But your Excellence always needs all kinds of appraisals and certificates to prove it. Isn't such a proposition ridiculous?

In the past two years, I have witnessed or heard some famous teachers who have made outstanding contributions, but in the end they have made a scandal about teachers' morality. It really doesn't make sense to make a name for yourself.

Since I came to Tibet, my mind is full of education, teaching and customs. It seems that I can't hold any miscellaneous words like "honor" for a long time.

On Sunday, Chief Chunzhong left me a message, saying that today is the seventh anniversary that he and I became QQ friends. He wrote a poem to express his friendship over the past seven years. Please don't blame me.

This poem goes like this:

Tanpohuan Xi Sha Xiao Yu Fang

In the early autumn of September, the weather was cool, and I met the king of children for the first time, a new person. Teacher Changli told me a wonderful article and got to know Xiao Fang.

The Book of Happiness is famous for its beauty. I am willing to dedicate myself to teachers and students, and I support the pillars of education and aid to Tibet without regrets!

This is the first poem specially assigned to me by others in my life. I'm not a poet, and I can't comment. I just feel particularly cherished and moved. I even noticed a message posted on him: "Seven years, time flies, I hope you and I are still teenagers!" "

Early in the morning, director Hua Xiong came to "harass" me. He said, "After reading your two diaries about Tibet aid, I found it very interesting and meaningful, and suddenly I had the urge to release my great love."

This "art guy" who is very afraid of words in my impression was reading my article in the middle of the night and even moved by "distance".

He talked about my great success when I lost the city. I told him that when I came to Tibet, I met many people and thought a lot. I feel as if I have returned to the state when I just graduated, and I am much more transparent than when I just graduated.

Speaking of which, I again remembered the "teenager" in the section chief's message!

Lin Qingxuan said: May you come back as a teenager after half your life.

What good words and wonderful sentences!

May I leave for half a year and come back as a teenager!

September 2020 12, Chayu, Tibet