"camellia" yu guanjun｜remembering my enlightenment teacher
2024-09-11
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after 20 years of study, what i remember most is my enlightenment teacher.
his name is fan junliang, and he is just an ordinary teacher among the thousands of rural teachers. although ordinary, he is very precious. it was he who planted the seeds of studying thousands of miles away and exploring in our young hearts.
he was quite tall, but very thin, with a waist that always leaned forward, long hair, and a somewhat unkempt look. when he smiled, he was a little cute, with his eyes narrowed like a crescent, but his buck teeth were exposed. it can be said that he was very partial to me and even indulged me during my elementary school years.
i found that although teacher fan seems very casual in his daily life, he is very serious in teaching.
for example, we had to learn chinese pinyin at that time. he had never learned it before, but he taught us well with only one week of training in the village. although he was not good at speaking mandarin, he helped us lay a solid foundation in pinyin, so that i could master the spelling and memorization of phonetic symbols when i started learning english in junior high school. he also taught chinese grammar very well. today, when i write and revise articles, i still think of how he taught us subject, predicate, object, attributive, adverbial, and complement.
when it comes to writing, he is even more particular. he can always find a good way to explain the writing of various styles of writing, such as applied writing, expository writing, and prose.
for example, we learned about the "big banyan tree". in order to deepen our understanding of big trees, he took us to see the "king pear tree" that had lived for hundreds of years next to his house. he also taught us to skillfully use "metaphor" and "personification" to praise the "selfless dedication" of the "king pear tree".
for example, he taught us to write about scenery, and he took all the students out for an autumn outing in the fall. when we reached a hilltop, we looked far into the distance and saw the mountains all red, the forests dyed red, the distant mountains like rolling dragons, and the rising waves, and the winding river under the mountain. there were also farmers working hard in the fields and women washing clothes by the river.
all of this makes us linger in the beautiful picture of nature, unforgettable, and naturally write an essay that is worth reading.
when spring came, flowers bloomed, birds sang, and insects chirped, he would organize us to go on a spring outing. usually, we went to tuanshan, a mountain behind my home, also called yujia mountain. there, as usual, wei honggen and i would be selected to write an essay on the spot, describing the distant mountains and nearby places, as well as mixed personal emotions, etc. in front of all the classmates.
that mountain was also my favorite place to go when i was young. when i needed to study quietly, or when i was in pain and confusion, i would often take a book, walk to the top of the mountain, lie in the grass, and quietly think about life and the principles of heaven and man.
because it is located in a hilly area, when you stand on tuanshan mountain, no matter which direction you look, the other side of the mountain is still a mountain. the sky is like a huge pot lid, covering you. at that time, my biggest dream was to be like xu xiake, to measure the towering mountains and the endless flowing water with my own footsteps, to see the big rivers and plains, and to see the distant sea. it was not until later that i traveled to some places that i realized that my heart was still in my hometown.
i remember one year when i wrote about my feelings about the ancient battlefield of tuanshan and the legend of the general's tomb, i wrote about the sadness of "the broken halberd sank into the sand, but the iron has not been corroded, and i will polish it and recognize the previous dynasty." as a result, my composition was selected as a model for the whole school and was displayed on the blackboard beside the gate. thinking about it now, it was such a great honor that i still remember it vividly.
when solving math problems, he was more particular about not taking the usual approach. for ordinary calculation problems, he used the zeroing method and the rounding method very well. when solving word problems, he used the proportion method and the line segment method to the fullest extent.
because of this, i developed a strong interest in mathematics at that time, and often worked carefully under the lamp. in order to help me improve, he once gave me a special book on mathematical olympiads.
later, i gradually left my hometown to study and work in other places. i was farther and farther away from my teacher and saw him less and less. when i learned that he was seriously ill, i went back to see him. i was speechless and only shed tears. over the years, i always felt that i had achieved nothing and was ashamed of my teacher. however, i was always grateful to him in my heart.
