late tide｜reading·teacher and i
2024-09-05
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chao news client zheng weiwen
i often see articles where authors recall their student days, and they usually talk about how hard they studied, how their grades were outstanding, how their teachers valued them, how deep the relationship between them and their teachers was, etc. today i will also talk about my own study experience during my student days, and my relationship with my teachers. maybe i am different.
my academic performance was not good from primary school to junior high school. i attended bingtan primary school in my village. after the fourth grade, i had to go to qianwan primary school in the neighboring village, which was five miles away. when i went to qianwan primary school, i carried a schoolbag and lunch and walked to school every day. i went down the mountain in the morning and came back from the mountain in the evening. i failed a grade after studying for a year.
the situation is a trick. after i failed a grade that year, bingtan primary school had already opened the fourth grade. my parents saw that it was hard for me to go to school every morning and evening, so they wanted to send me back to the village primary school, but i refused to do so. i would rather go to qianwan primary school, which was far away. if i was sent back to the village primary school, it would be embarrassing for others. the village primary school teacher was unwilling to accept a poor student who knew me well, but he had to accept me for the sake of my parents. i was no match for my parents, so i had to be sent back to the village. later, i was indeed laughed at.
one morning, i was walking on the road at the entrance of the village carrying a schoolbag and a large abacus. i met my cousin's husband. he smiled and joked with me: "your abacus is on the back." i carefully checked my abacus and felt that it was not on the back, so i replied with certainty: "no!" "it should be on the back of the head. you studied in qianwan and now you have to go back to bingtan to study." this sentence made me blush with shame.
after entering junior high school, i entered wuyi no. 2 middle school, but my academic performance was even worse. during class, the teacher was talking in front of the blackboard until he was dry-mouthed, as if it had nothing to do with me; sometimes the teacher wrote on the blackboard while teaching, very fast; "brush, brush, brush" the teacher wiped the blackboard in a large arc shape with a very skillful and graceful posture, and the smoke-like chalk dust spread on the teacher's face, eyes, and nose...
i didn't understand the hard work of the teacher, and most of the time i responded with a rebellious mentality. the teacher stood on the podium and talked, but i sat below and didn't listen, and i didn't know what he was talking about. i seemed to be used to dealing with the long time in class, or lowering my head to make some small movements, and it didn't work even if the teacher moved my seat from the side to the middle; or i opened my mind and looked forward to the future: "when i stop studying, i will go to fujian to do a side job (because my cousin's husband manages a spice base in fujian), i can ride a car, take a train, and see the world. i have never been out of town and taken a car in my life..." i was full of thoughts and spent my study time leisurely.
during class, whenever the bell rang, i would be the first to rush out of the classroom and run to the two table tennis tables next to the big osmanthus tree downstairs to grab the rackets; after the bell rang, i was often the last to enter the classroom. for the homework assigned by the teacher, i would try to please my classmates and copy it from them. sometimes, if my classmates didn't copy the homework and couldn't complete it, my head teacher wei xiaofen would call me to the office to ask why. at this time, my attitude was very sincere, pretending to be very obedient, and i would listen to whatever she said and never resist.
in my memory, although i was a poor student, teacher wei always communicated with me in a friendly tone. she never scolded me and treated me the same as good students. she was of medium build, with short black hair. her hard-working face seemed serious but contained a kind look. in my eyes, she was like a mother and i respected her.
on a saturday morning, i heard the news that my grandma had passed away, and i burst into tears at the door of the classroom. when teacher wei heard about it in the office, she rushed out and asked, "what's wrong? what's wrong?" after hearing the situation, she kept shedding tears...
her tears were branded in my mind. i wanted to study hard to repay the teacher's love for me, but i was like a rotten straw that could not be propped up. teacher wei taught mathematics, and my math score never exceeded 30 points in every exam. in the class, every time i took an exam, my overall score was either the last or the second to last. i was also worried that i would not be able to graduate from junior high school, but on the day when the junior high school diplomas were issued, teacher wei was the first to read the name "zheng weiwen", which made me very excited. i knew very well that it was teacher wei who reluctantly let me graduate. more than 90% of the students in the class were admitted to high school, but i did not; i repeated a year, but still did not get into high school, so i completely ended my studies and went home to chop wood and work in the production team.
more than 40 years have passed in a flash, and i haven't been back since i left school. in the past few years, i often thought of teacher wei in my heart and wanted to take some time to visit her. later, a classmate told me: "teacher wei has passed away!" i felt lost.
heaven and earth cycle, but the green mountains remain forever.
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