[Reading Notes] Unforgettable Enlightenment

I often cherish my enlightenment teachers with deep gratitude. It is them who planted beautiful seeds in my childish mind and taught me that to love the motherland, to be diligent, to be a person of integrity and honesty. After decades, the words of the teachers seem to echo in my ears.

My Enlightenment School is called Xiaoxi Guoxiao. It is located in the south of Jiangnan Town, Yixing Zhoutieqiao. I still vaguely remember the narrow patio, the dark classroom, and the auditorium with no seats and only a small stone "stage"... remember the unforgettable gatherings we have had in this auditorium. That was probably the hard years of the fall of 1942, when I was in the third grade of the country. The teachers have organized all the students of the school to hold many anti-Japanese speech competitions here. I also boarded the stage. The speech was written by Mr. Feng, the grade teacher. I remember that there were words such as "man-made knife, I am fish". The school is very close to the Japanese artillery building on the side of the North Street outside the bridge, only two hundred meters. During the competition, someone specially sent a whistle at the school gate. When they saw the Japanese soldiers or the translators, they ran in to report, and the speech stopped temporarily. Everyone sang together.

At that time, I was still young and didn't quite understand the consequences of this incident. Later, when I knew how the Japanese aggressors cruelly killed the Chinese patriots, I could not help but admire the bravery of the teachers. Mr. Feng teaches Mandarin and also teaches music. She loves to wear cheongsam with green bamboo cloth, sometimes with a black vest. The small school song is taught by her. The words and tune of the school song are very beautiful. The first few sentences are: "The mountain is in the east, the lake is always infinite. The students are happy and happy. The technique is not vain, but it is used for the purpose of the world...." Probably for the students to learn "worldly" "The ability of the teachers, our requirements for us are very strict, strict to a little near strict. At that time, corporal punishment was not abolished, and the teacher would use your ruler to hit your palm. When I was six years old, I went to school. When I was young, I was sitting in the front row very regularly. The teachers liked me very much. They have undoubtedly said a lot of praises to me, but I have no way to remember them; but I still have to be criticized and even disciplined. I have never forgotten this scene. In the class, writing and writing large characters are my "strengths", but in these two classes, I have also been reprimanded. There was an essay and the title was an autumn tour. At the beginning of the article, I said: On Sunday morning, I was playing with a few classmates on the grass field outside West Street. Suddenly I heard a sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance. We went to the village to pick osmanthus. After reading, Mr. Chen approved the words "smell special" at the end. I don't understand the meaning of these words, just ask. Mr. said to me with a face: "There are three miles away from here, and you can smell the sweet-scented osmanthus there. Is it a dog nose?" This is a bit stabbing me, but I am still ashamed because I I really didn't smell the sweet-scented osmanthus, and the first few sentences were fabricated by imagination. Once I was on the big character class, the teacher called me to the podium before I sent the book and said to me seriously: Your performance is C, C is passing, but for you, this is a failure, because you The one that got. In the future, it will be a hit. I felt a little embarrassed when I said this to the whole class, but I was still convinced in my heart, because in the first half of the big-character class, I whispered to the classmates who were in the room. The words were really not written. In my impression, only one class, the teachers are particularly tolerant, that is, the Japanese in the translation officer. Even if they skip class, the teachers don't care. From this kind of lenientness, our national students seem to have realized some truth that the teachers did not say.

In the year of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, China graduated small. My grandparents have passed away, my father is still in the rear, and I went to Shanghai with my aunt. The private middle school in Shanghai has a high level of English. On the first day, he enrolled in the fifth volume of the English version of the Open Bookstore. The nationals in my hometown don't go to English classes, and I naturally can't go to work. Originally, a rural child in Shanghai at that time was easy to be looked down upon, not to mention that some homework was not enough! In the second year, my father returned from the rear, and I transferred to Pengcheng Middle School in Yixing and Qiao, where I lived as a student. Father is a poet, lives in his own world, and cares little about children. It was Mr. Xue Shunqian from Pengcheng Middle School who gave me a fatherly love that I had never enjoyed before. I remember that Mr. Jiang is a tall, tall man who loves to wear a gray long plait and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. When I was studying at night, he liked to read my homework. During the invigilation, he always stood behind me and watched me answering the papers; he often brought me back to his own dormitory, caring about my warmth and coldness, asking me to eat him. Green broad beans and the like. His kind, cordial, and trusting eyes warmed my lonely heart and inspired my courage and strength. In this year, among the nearly one hundred students of the whole year, I unexpectedly won the first place. From then on, I re-established my confidence in myself and wiped out the feeling of inferiority that I once had in Shanghai.

This lesson is an article recalling the teacher of Enlightenment. The article focuses on the teacher's two criticisms of "I", the boycott of the Japanese class, and the anti-Japanese speech contest. It shows the patriotism of the enlightenment teacher and the strict requirements for the students, and expresses the author's enthusiasm for the teacher. Respect, gratitude and nostalgia.

Sixth grade: Zhang Xiaotong