My one hundred seven eight

Time flies, counts the number of years, in the blink of an eye, to 2011, the day I will never forget. Wulanhaote No.1, six golden characters, cool and free, flexible, and endless; Wulanhaote one, wide campus, fresh and elegant.....

On July 7, 1978, after the smashing of the Gang of Four, the second higher education entrance examination was resumed since the restoration of the traditional college entrance examination.

Time flies, in the past thirty-three years; the past is like smoke, everything seems to be yesterday; my life, from that day on, has undergone earth-shaking changes. So every July 7th reminds me of 1978, the summer of the fire. We spent three days unforgettable in Ulanhot. Speaking of the schooling career of the year, I really feel a lot of emotions. It seems that there are a thousand words, all of them come to my heart, I don’t know where to start.

At that time, I lived in rural Hebei. At that time, the national small school was also called "the end of the small". In the first four years of the country, it was spent in the village. Strictly speaking, this is not a school. Because it has only one classroom, the old man in his forties, who leads dozens of children, shakes his head all day, reading unintelligible texts. The children here, they don't know the world, there are music, art, sports and other courses. However, such a learning life was completely and completely destroyed under the impact of the cultural revolution. Because, our teacher, who was just in her early forties, was born in Huafa, and her voice was always hoarse. The teacher, who was deeply loved by the villagers, was labeled as a historical counter-revolution, and she wore a high-cap to show the crowd. Since then, our teachers have sometimes been absent, and the days of class are intermittent.

The small days of the country are flying fast. At that time, it was catching up with the reform of the school system. In this way, I was in the township center school, and after less than two months, I joined the sixth grade at that time and entered the country. Maybe someone has to ask, why is this? Because of a semester, how can it be four months! However, this was the fact at the time. Because this country is reformed by the national small, it also has a nice name - "May 1 Middle School." You think, "May 1 Middle School", it will not start in June.

The two-year study life is short-lived and it feels quite relaxed. Because the school is always in the middle of the day. That is to say, half a day of class, half a day of revolution. In other words, at that time, there were only four classes a day. The rest of the time, we are crazy to play. What we can remember during this time is our language teacher. He has a good eloquence, often in the language class, tell us about "The Song of Ouyang Hai." Can be finished in the middle of the country, his "Ouyang Hai Song", still far from finished, how many classes did you say?

High school may come too early for me. Because, when I walked into high school, I was still under 13 years old. What I will never forget is not a stressful study life, not a difficult living condition, but a 250-pound "war preparation grass."

I remember that the two weeks after I entered school, the task after school was to cut grass. It is easy to cut grass in a place where there are few mountains in Hebei. Every time, we have to run a long way, at most a dozen or twenty pounds. I don't know who discovered the secret, that is to cut the grass. From the school to the water's edge, you have to cross the Jingcheng Highway, and you have to walk through the rugged rice fields, always two or three miles away. Here, mowing is easy and the weight is very good, because the grass is fished out of the water, but it is difficult to get to school. Especially for young people, it is very difficult. The weight of thirty or forty pounds is like a mountain, so you can't breathe. I don't know how to complete the task, but I remember the so-called "war preparations" and finally fed the school's donkeys. This is a sad thing.

Let me feel sad, there is no end to the battle! It is a self-study, nothing to do, pick up the physical health textbook at that time, open the title page, pointing to Chairman Mao's inscription, "putting medical work Focus on the countryside!", and made a discussion with the same table. I told the story that the younger sister was seriously ill, because there was no money to pay the deposit, the hospital refused to accept the treatment, and finally died prematurely. But where did he know that the classmates turned around and reported, and then there was an endless fight; another classmate, because of the damage to the class's hairdressing toolbox, stole the dry food that the classmates brought, was also ruthlessly fighting In the end, I simply broke the jar and made a bigger move. I was sent home by the school. I just bought a few cakes and went to the blackboard newspaper of the school. The title is "Five Pieces."

In my middle school years, I encountered many practical problems, such as: poverty in the mountains, lack of food and clothing, and the most serious is that there is no future. At that time, the national college entrance examination has stopped, and high school graduation is equal to unemployment. It is in this context that the school today approved “reading as an official” and approved “reading is useless” tomorrow. The teacher did not even have a decent teaching material. I remember that in the last semester of our high school, the language was about Lu Xun’s essay, and mathematics was Tell the function curve. And these contents, the teacher does not have teaching materials, students do not have textbooks, can learn to what extent, only God knows!

Fortunately, I graduated from high school and did not stay in the rural areas of Hebei. Instead, I went to the state farm and worked as an agricultural worker. During this time, I planted the land, let go of the sheep, raised the horse, and finally opened the tractor. I am eager for knowledge and eager to read. However, in the context of "reading useless" and "rebellious and rational", Zhang Tie has created a hero who has handed over "white rolls", and Huang Shuai has become a "anti-trend" singer, and the vast Chinese smog is no longer able to put aside. A calm desk. The university has not enrolled students for ten consecutive years. I, who graduated from high school, cannot become a "worker soldier" through political review.

However, all of this was completely changed on October 22, 1977. On this day, the People’s Daily published the “Report on the enrollment of colleges and universities this year, and the person in charge of the Ministry of Education answered questions”, officially announcing the restoration of the college entrance examination system. In December, 5.7 million young people from the age of 18 to 30 participated in the college entrance examination, and I am one of them. However, all this came too suddenly, so that I did not know how to deal with it, so that I rushed into battle, and in the end it was only the name of Sun Mountain.

From the December loss to the July return, there is only a short seven months in between. In this unforgettable seven months, I participated in production labor during the day, and I took homework under the oil lamp at night. I was sleepy and wiped a fat face. I was hungry and had a meal. I learned the high school course. Maybe you will think, isn't it seven months, reading a few books, what's so great? But, if you are a migrant worker, you can work on the scaffolding during the day, can you read the book at night? The kind of pain, only the experienced people know. There is a song that has given me great encouragement. "There has never been a savior, nor an emperor, to create human happiness, all by ourselves."

In Ulanhot, in the spacious classroom, we are like primary school students, sitting back at the desk. A pair of hands that are used to the shackles are writing the answer volumes nervously. I really felt that the invigilator's friendliness, the words were light, the steps were light, the examination room was so quiet, only the "shasha" sound of the nib. I remember that the day was a language test, and there was a light rain in the sky. When I arrived at the examination room, the ringtone of the test had already sounded. I grabbed the paper and answered it desperately. Time passed quickly, and it was time for the papers to be handed over, but my composition has not yet been written! At this time, I heard the most intimate language in the world: "From now on, extend the time by 30 minutes." Everyone has met a savior! The fate of many of us has changed at that moment.