Entering the fifth grade, the atmosphere seems to be suddenly tense.

Teachers often say that they should study hard and be admitted to township middle schools.

Our village is large, with a large population and a middle school.

The newly-built red brick two-story teaching building in the north of the compound is the former site of junior high school.

Maybe it's the graduating class. Now we have moved to this building, occupying two classrooms on the west side of the first floor.

It seems that from the first grade, we will look at the tall boys and beautiful girls in junior high school all day, admiring that they can sit on high tables and stools, study in the morning and study in the evening, and talk a lot of gossip with the teachers boldly.

However, two years ago, there was a township middle school, which was the only key middle school in the township. The learning atmosphere is better than that in the countryside. It's not easy to get in

The teacher is very dedicated and constantly beats us naughty students in the countryside with exams.

Teacher Ma, the head teacher, is a native of Youdian Village, a serious normal graduate who teaches us Chinese.

He is young, very gentle and kind.

However, he got polio when he was a child, leaving a sequela. One leg is inconvenient, and it will tilt when walking.

Those naughty boys will secretly imitate his walking out of curiosity.

But we girls are very nice and don't think Miss Ma is strange at all.

Because, Teacher Ma is really great!

He is very talented.

He writes beautifully with chalk and can also write with a brush.

He has a good voice. In music class, he played the organ to teach us to sing, and the loud singing and smooth piano sound floated in the classroom.

He taught sentence by sentence and occasionally stopped to say two words-that place is a door (prelude), how many beats must be counted before it can be answered, where it is difficult to sing, how to sing and so on.

We study sentence by sentence. Learn easily and quickly.

Finally, we sang along with the piano.

He is also easy-going and careful.

After class is over, we will rush to the podium, touch the keys curiously and play on the pedal a few times. He is not anxious or annoyed, just waiting in a good temper, letting each of us play it twice, and sometimes giving some advice on fingering and music theory. We stood around, half understanding.

Those boys will try to help him move the organ.

He will put down the lid of the organ and put it away first, for fear of pinching the child's hand.

He repeatedly told me to be careful and knock my legs and feet carefully.

After school, we will show him our homework and let him check it.

Find an excuse to play the piano in his room.

He said generously, "Sit down and play. How about standing? "

We followed him to the school warehouse and saw some new musical instruments that we had never seen before: mellow Qin Yue, exotic violin and elegant pipa. There is also a big record player, a big black box with vinyl records, and thin and even lines around it.

Some boys say that Mr. Ma's anger is scary, but we girls don't seem to have seen it-Mr. Ma criticizes people easily in class; In addition, everyone agrees that some boys are too stubborn to do anything.

Of course, Teacher Ma is very strict with us. Pay attention to class. You secretly play under the table, or your deskmate whispers, and he will stop and stare at you all the time.

Next semester, I will go to the township middle school to take the exam. He told us to study by ourselves early and recite a lot of things, saying that we should accumulate more Chinese.

I saw Lao She's "Under the scorching sun and heavy rain" in the third grade textbook, which is a passage from the novel Camel Xiangzi. Among them, Mr. Lao She described in detail the "heat" under the scorching sun, and the bronze medal of any shop would be burned, so he used it to imitate a large section of scenery description in an essay. Teacher Ma drew a bright red wavy line on my composition book and criticized, "Did you really write it?" ? Very good. "

That spring (1988), we saw a total solar eclipse.

Teacher Ma said that the total solar eclipse is rare, so let the children observe it well. He communicated in some way, so that we spent two or three classes watching the whole process.

When I first lost contact, the light was still very strong, and my eyes could not be opened and I could not see clearly.

Afraid of burning his eyes, he found a few pieces of glass, first let two children light kerosene lamps for self-study at night to blacken the glass, and several people took turns to look at it in groups. As a result, the light was still too bright. No, he dipped his brush in ink again, and he could barely see it.

I remember I have a pair of dark sunglasses at home. I usually wear it because I can't see the road clearly, so I have to go home and get it.

He agreed generously on the condition that he would show it to everyone.

So we all saw the whole process of the total solar eclipse. He also explained the cause of the total solar eclipse.

He told us to remember it in various ways. Some people draw some pictures, others keep diaries.

It is Teacher Qi who teaches mathematics. When I was in the third grade, Teacher Qi taught me math.

She is young, strict and enthusiastic.

In class, Teacher Qi is very strict.

She speaks well in class and has a clear mind, which is very attractive in itself.

Her eyes are very big, staring straight, and the most naughty boys dare not say anything!

She likes to grade her homework face to face. Whoever finishes the homework will ask her to correct it, and she will ask you to stand by. If there is something wrong, she will tell it again in detail, ask you if you understand it and let you go back and correct it.

If she does well, she will praise it without stint.

In the review stage of the exam, she often organizes small exams and carefully counts the students who get full marks every time. I always almost got full marks in exams, and she encouraged me to say nothing. If I work hard, I will definitely get full marks.

When I finally got full marks, she seemed happier than me.

After school, she is very warm and kind.

After class, we will also talk about some "bold" topics around her, such as asking her what she ate in the morning, when her hair was permed, and how much she bought leather shoes.

When waiting for class, she would lean against the classroom door and smile slightly, watching us jump rope and throw sandbags happily.

In my impression, Teacher Qi Guifen is a middle-aged female teacher, in her forties, chubby with neat short hair.

She taught another math class, not a professional art teacher, but gave us the best art class in memory.

She is a very serious teacher. Even in art class, she is never vague.

I don't just ask myself to draw a picture casually and color it with crayons.

She taught us origami and spent several classes.

Start with simple folding, such as geese and boats, and then it's more complicated. You need to stack several pieces together, such as pagodas, flowers and paper cranes. Not only folding, but also winding, cutting and connecting.

She led us to do it step by step on the podium, and then held it up for her to see when it was done. If she can't fold, she will go and teach hand in hand.

She used it to paste and asked us to paste the finished work in a small art exercise book, and then carefully grade it.

She also taught us to make ceramic bells.

Prepare the materials first and tell them to dig some red mud at the bottom of the ditch when they are free on Sunday-ordinary loess mud says no.

Then add water and knead it hard, just like kneading noodles. The more uniform and vigorous, the better.

First pinch a small piece and knead it into a round and slippery ball in the palm of your hand, the size of your finger.

Pull up another big ball and roll it with a stick into a steamed bun skin with moderate thickness.

Put the ball in. Slowly close the edges and form a ball.

Roll gently in the palm of your hand to make the edge smoother and smoother.

In order to achieve satisfactory results, this process should be repeated several times: this time it is too big, the next time the skin is too thin and broken, and the third time it is not round. ...

Next is the most difficult step, well done and the most brilliant step.

Carve a hollow pattern with a knife. Any pattern will do.

Some dig some small round holes in it; There are some small triangles carved; Some people will carve several petals. ...

My little uncle is a good carpenter. He happened to work near my home those days. He carved exquisite patterns and streamlined them in a short time with a carving knife.

Yes, put it on the stove when cooking at home.

In the process of combustion, turn it with coal tongs from time to time, and don't let the balls inside touch the inner wall; Otherwise it won't ring!

Burn for an hour!

The pottery clock made is brick red. If you want a blue one, you need to soak it in cold water when it comes out of the oven.

Let it cool, pick it up and shake it gently, it will make a crash, and the ball will roll around in it. It was fun!

Put it in your schoolbag, and it will jingle when you run.

Let's take a little bell to class and compete whose pattern is beautiful and whose voice is beautiful.

Clever children, self-taught, also burned some gadgets: small clay bowls, small flowers, flower pots. ...

A boy also made a small coal stove and filled it with firewood to burn.

On New Year's Day, there are many activities.

Guess this riddle.

There is a Little Square in the southeast corner of Nanpai House, surrounded by a circle of trees.

Pull a thin rope between the trees, and a red note is hung on the rope. Small and narrow, with a riddle written on it. There are also four big red papers that say "Celebrate New Year's Day".

In winter, these red notes are fluttering, bringing some festive atmosphere to the school.

The headmaster, the dean and several teachers are the judges.

If you can guess which one, please raise your hand and report, and the judges will listen to your answer.

Yes, tear up the red note and ask you to take it and go to the principal to receive the prize.

Wrong answer, red note continues to hang on it, and everyone continues to guess. As long as you guess within the specified time, it counts.

I accidentally read a riddle-guessing book before, so I grabbed a handful of red paper and went to accept the prize happily, and also took some pencils and notebooks.

The headmaster smiled and said, "No, you guessed too fast. You have to change one by one! " "

In retrospect, the life of the graduating class was not boring.

Our teacher is guarding the primary school in the countryside and teaching the children seriously.

At that time, there was no term "quality education", but I always felt that our lovely teacher gave us the best quality education under the conditions at that time.

That year, many of us were admitted to township middle schools. The teacher is also very happy.

Our village is big, and it can produce many excellent students every year.

We students have been scattered all over the world for a long time, doing all kinds of work, and it is very grateful to mention the teachers in primary schools.

There are many talented teachers in junior high school, but unfortunately no one can be their students. If there is an opportunity, I will also write their stories.

(To be continued, please pay attention)

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