The first half of my life

I was born in 1972, and my mother was born in 4 1. Modern medicine calls pregnant women over 35 years old high-risk pregnancy. It was extremely dangerous for my mother to be pregnant with me in that era of lack of clothes and food and materials. Thank my parents for bringing me into this world safely and healthily. Without life, there is no bittersweet life, and there is no happy life now. As Suli Prudholm, who won 190 1 Nobel Prize in Literature, said: Being alive is not misfortune.

1972, she was still a production team, and her mother had to work hard in the field to earn work points in order to better support her family. My mother put me on the ground in the yard when I just learned to climb and let me climb casually. There are more than 50 meters in front of and behind the old courtyard, and the brick road that belongs to me may be 10 meters. When I grew up, I heard my sister-in-law say that my pants were wet and dragged on the ground. Ernian sometimes sees me at leisure and quickly hugs me. These simple words made me feel good about the second-year students in the same hospital.

Speaking of hometown, give a brief introduction. As far as I can remember, there are three families living in the old yard, namely the second maiden's family, the sixth uncle's family in the middle and my family at the bottom. It is said that there is Nanwu, who lives in the fifth uncle's house. Later, Uncle Wu moved out, and the South Yard no longer exists in my memory, but the foundation can be seen vaguely.

The memory of childhood is a word-hunger. At that time, eating white bread was a luxury and wishful thinking. But there is still such an opportunity. We didn't sleep in the middle of the night when we were beating wheat, so that when Dad came back, he would bring us two white-flour buns, and we children could share some. I didn't know until I grew up that it was my father's overtime meal at night. He didn't want to eat, so he brought it back for the children.

In addition to poverty, there is a large family, five brothers and sisters. At that time, there were few people earning work points, and our third team itself was poor, even worse. For the production team, there are two clear impressions: one winter, the team was in the horse road (dialect, it is a big sweet potato cellar, and the carriage can enter). Then I began to divide the remaining sweet potatoes into large and small piles, and each household drew lots. After sharing, parents quickly began to wipe the sweet potato slices, dry the sweet potato slices, and blow them into buns with sweet potato powder, that is, black bread. Another thing is to kill cattle before the Chinese New Year. The killed cattle are too old to farm or get sick. The adults covered the cow's head with cloth bags and pushed it down from the kiln head. The cow gave a terrible cry and fell down. Even if it's not dead, its crotch is broken and it can't move. Adults began to kill cows, skin them and divide beef. It is a feast for the Chinese New Year for every family to get meat. For me, what I will never forget is that the old cow has tears of pain in her eyes. So much so that I later buried my cow after imagining that he could die like a man. The reality is cruel. My old cow finally got sick and my father had to sell it. People in my family have been hurting for a long time.

Because of poverty, a large family quarrels over trivial matters or trivial interests. Afterwards, my mother will tell us five things earnestly: we must live in harmony in the future and strive for a sigh of relief. Every one of us who is busy making a living often has this strange appearance: being kind to people and whispering softly, but glaring at our relatives and being cold. The greatest harm to relatives often comes from the closest people.

My mother's earnest warning has a great influence on me, and fighting for breath is the only motivation for me to study hard. I have been more sensible since I was a child. I remember that a red-breeding class was just held. The school organized to pick wheat ears in the afternoon and finally gave each child two watermelons. I was reluctant to eat, so I put it in my schoolbag and ran home to find my mother after school. Although the school is only a few hundred meters away from home, watermelon pulp has been scattered all over the floor, and I cried sadly. My mother also comforted with tears: "Eat quickly in the future, don't take it back!" "

Because I am the youngest in my family, I didn't do much heavy work when I was a child. The state practices the household contract responsibility system. At that time, I was a teenager and began to work like an adult. Cattle grazing, mowing, burying peanuts and sweet potatoes, cutting wheat in summer, and tying cigarettes with cigarette forks are all dry. One summer, I went to the wheat field at night, probably because of lack of vitamins, which made me unable to see clearly. My calf hit a big stone, and I still have a scar. It is more common to mow the grass and cut it with a sickle. This life experience lasted until 1996, when I went to work in the county town, my father's land was given to my three brothers, so I did less. Classmates Guo Zi and Hong Liang are the oldest in the family and are still doing farm work. How can you watch your parents work hard to "dig food" in the field, but you are indifferent?

Neither father nor mother has ever been to school or been educated. Both of them have bad temper, and there are often quarrels at home, mostly because they are poor. After attending a normal school, I sometimes want to go to school early, but I just don't want to hear them bicker over trifles. But after school, I can't help but miss my parents. 1989, I was admitted to Yuxi Normal University and became a public official in the eyes of others, which made my parents breathe a sigh of relief. Three years as a teacher, life is tight, but I cherish it all the more. I know very well that if I had been a self-funded student, my second brother would not have got married, because I could only earn about 5,000 yuan a year. It's really not easy for farmers. Besides working hard, they have to eat according to the weather. If the weather is fine, they will go to Man Cang. In case of drought, there will be no harvest of food. 9 1 year drought, corn germinated and dried up; By New Year's Day of 1992, wheat had not been planted. As the son of a farmer, I know that everything is hard-won and there is no luxury capital.

After three years of normal school, unforgettable memory is the painful lesson of Courtney's failure in eugenics. In fact, I didn't feel bad in the exam, knowing that I couldn't make it to the end. It was the thirteenth day of the first month, and I returned to my dormitory after my math exam, feeling depressed. I didn't have a good rest the night before, so I climbed into bed. As soon as the bed shook, the books placed on the two beds fell down one after another, just falling into the washbasin, just filled with water. I picked up the book from the washbasin, put it on the windowsill to dry, got into bed and cried. From then on, I told myself: I have to do my best to have a clear conscience. Now that I think about it, failure is not a bad thing. It is this failure that has a great influence on my future teaching and self-study, and even on my first half of life. In today's fashionable words, it's called "counterattack"!

After taking part in the work, I learned the lesson of failure. I do everything with my heart and face it with a positive attitude. 1August 1992, five of us were assigned to villages and towns. Peng, Yan are all Chinese teachers, and they are all class teachers. Only A Liang and I teach minor subjects: I am politics, and A Liang is an animal. Maybe the leader had a bad impression on me in junior high school. I felt a little uncomfortable inside, but I was relieved on the way home: no matter what I teach, I must teach it well and make people sit up and take notice, so as not to let others poke our spine.

The first political lesson is still vivid: introducing a new lesson by telling stories to students, telling the case of Li Yun poisoning in Zhengzhou Accounting School, and letting students know the importance of being a man; Then tell them what kind of discipline ideology and politics is and what they mainly study; Finally, I told them how to study this course. My class is well received by the students. 1993 On the eve of New Year's Day, two students, Cheng Xiao and Xia Huan, rode tricycles in the snow and went to the soil to buy me presents-two calendars. (Who would have thought that I would go to tutorial Xiao's son after 19) In the final exam, I won the fourth place in the political exam of Grade One in junior high school, reaching the goal of the top eight in the county set by the school.

In the spring of 1993, the school was short of English teachers, and the leader asked me to teach English in 13 and 14 classes and be the head teacher of class 4. Faced with the trust of the leaders, the contempt of the teachers in the same class and the eager eyes of the children, I only have the third grade level (even a little exaggerated, I have not learned English for three years) and have to drive the ducks to the shelves. In view of the low overall level of students, I divide them into three levels, and make up lessons for children every Saturday afternoon and make up two levels. If Class A is doing problems in 1-3 classroom, I will teach Class B in 1-4 classroom, and then switch teaching tasks. Students rotate every Monday without interruption. No pains, no gains. The final exam took the second place in the county, second only to county-level middle schools, which was more than 20 points higher than other classes on average and more than 40 points higher than Dongyang Village in my hometown. In my first year at work, I was rated as an excellent teacher in the county! This year has taught me a truth: you must do everything with your heart, and you will get something.

After work, I took the self-study exam in the spring of 1993. On the first night of borrowing the self-taught books, I read ancient literature and was so excited that I didn't sleep until midnight. In the winter of 1994, I got a junior college diploma in Chinese language and literature at the fastest speed. Then I took the undergraduate course. Although there is only one English left, I have no regrets. Take at least two notes in each subject, totaling nearly 50. These notes were all left by my hometown, and most of them were drawn by my father. Fortunately, my father didn't tear up the diary I wrote in normal school, and it is still preserved today. Hard work and study have won the favor of the goddess of fate. When I got my diploma from the self-study exam, it was also the beginning of 1995, and I gained love. The only regret is that I forgot my parents for work and self-study exams, and naively thought that there were still many days of filial piety. Fate sometimes plays jokes on people. 1May, 1994 16, the night I came home from Xinxiang on business, my mother died of illness. My father died at the end of February 2005. At that time, last Sunday, I was still giving a self-study to the third-grade students, talking about Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice.

1 August, 9961day, I came to Xianzhi Middle School through recruitment. Although I have been working hard, I always feel confident and full of energy when I am not in the countryside. I feel a little decadent and at a loss. When I arrived in the county seat, there were always some things that puzzled me and made me feel at a loss, just like I didn't know how to go to the toilet for the first time. The first time I accepted my parents' invitation to dinner, I realized that my parents would invite my teacher to dinner. When my parents gave me the water purifier, I asked the little girl to take it back and wrote an apology letter to my parents. I don't know if the parents at that time would laugh at my pedantry and inappropriateness.

1997 After I started working for my wife, I understood my parents' good intentions and their practices. The first time I gave someone a gift, I got lost and walked around in the raft nest. I simply didn't give it. Every summer vacation, for the sake of my wife's job transfer, I feel dizzy like a monkey in an alchemy furnace, work hard, and finally accomplish nothing. Thanks to the help of friends and dignitaries, my wife finally moved back in the Spring Festival of 2003, and the three of us finally got together. No longer because of the separation of the two places, the traffic is inconvenient and the news is unknown. 1February, 997 18, the 13th day of the first month, I went back to my hometown by car, but I didn't see my wife. I walked to Mianchi and arrived at my room at midnight 12. I haven't seen my wife. I thought she went back to Tianchi. Return to Tianchi the next morning. Pain is only known to ourselves)

Half my life has passed. How many people have been influenced by me? I didn't know there was geometry among the students. At least the fates of Juan, Bing and Qiang in My Family have changed because of us. My wife and sister graduated from junior high school in 1994 and worked at home. After I fell in love with Fen, I let her go back to school and was admitted to Yuxi Normal University in 1997. Seeing that my wife and sister's family of four are now living a happy little life, we are happy for it and forget the pain of being stretched at that time; Bing is his wife's only niece, and we all give her grants for vocational high school and Zhengzhou Animal Husbandry College. Before going to college, Bing was afraid that we would no longer provide for her to go to school and was tricked into going to Xinzhou, Shanxi to engage in pyramid schemes. We ran to save her again, but it went well. My nephew followed me to school. He just came to Grade One and ate more than 20 points in English. After a little progress, he was finally admitted to the Teachers College, and now he teaches in a high school. Qiang once said: Without my little brother, there would be no me today.

After working for 28 years, I am also very grateful to some teachers and leaders for their kindness to him. Teachers are like Ai Zhenzi, the first primary school teacher. I am gentle when I make mistakes. Teacher Yao Guiju of Grade Three gave me warm care and got me out of a confused situation. Teacher Jia Xingmin, the head teacher of the normal school, is as gentle and kind as his big brother, and has been coaxing ... I am grateful that his leader is President Xi Ai Qing from the countryside, accompanying me with infusion; President Zhang Shijun of Xianzhi Middle School changed the fate of my life in one sentence; And the director of the teaching and research section, Fei, accompanied me to Luoyang 150 for MRI in the days when the university was flying ... I am grateful to every noble person I met in my life. With you, my life is colorful. What you should thank most is my close lover, my innocence and my moodiness, which have brought you too much harm. Only I understand your pain best. Here is a formal statement: sorry, wife, you have worked hard!

People can't live without friends. Perhaps because of my personality, the principle of making friends is: make friends widely and stay away from bad friends! The confidants and friends in life are mainly classmates and colleagues along the way: Lao Gao and his boss who are also teachers and friends, three old irons of junior high school students, normal students and colleagues at work, and those confidants who are often in their hearts. ...

As an ordinary and tiny member of the world, I also have shortcomings and deficiencies: bad temper, impulsive, and sometimes nagging. I can't drink well, and I have been delayed because of socializing. I almost had my life worried once.

In the blink of an eye, times have changed. I went from chasing the wind to sideburns cream. Enjoy every morning and sunset slowly for the rest of your life. Shut up, eat less and talk less; Spread your legs and go out with your family and friends. Don't talk about other people's advantages and disadvantages, don't talk about other people's parents' shortcomings, concentrate on your own work and live your own life. Do your bit to bring warmth and positive energy to people around you.

Half a life is wasted, and the second half is coming. Although the dream is gone, the starting point of life begins with running five. Do it and cherish it!

Upward is the eternal theme of life, so sum up!