Ten years ago, when I was still living in the city, I often visited bookstores when I had nothing to do. One day, I saw some brand-new Chinese textbooks for Hong Kong middle schools in an old bookstore. I don't have much money with me, and I want to buy other books, so I only chose two volumes (incomplete), namely the third and sixth volumes. At that time, Chinese mainland's middle school textbooks were still 32 pages old in black and white format, and the two volumes of China Chinese in my hand were in 16 format with color printing illustrations. Vertical text, two-color printing, clear, comfortable to look at. Go home and look carefully, and see that each volume is seventeen lessons, and the weight is not heavy. Eighteen weeks a semester, just one class a week. Each volume is divided into several units. Look at the contents of the third volume: narrative 1, grievance (excerpt) A Nong II, biography of Hu Shi III by Mr. Almost, Biography of Liezi in Yishan, Gong Yu IV, The Story of Peach Blossom Garden, Tao Qian V, Description of Warring States Policy by Wang Qiyi B VI, Zhu Ziqing in Spring VII, Winter in Baima Lake, Xia Mianzun VIII, \ " Mother's hand talks about writing 12. The spirit of asking questions inspired everyone. Biological sleep continues in the forest. Ailian on Zhou Dunyi 15. Poems by Pu Songling 16. Lotus picking song, Zhu Xiang 17. Four verses, the Song of Weicheng written by Li Shangyin, the Yellow Crane Tower written by Wang Wei and Guangling Li Bai written by Meng, have been read and have had two impressions. First, the editor thoroughly understood the article and compiled it carefully. Under the topic of each lesson, list "learning points" first, and then "introduction of the author" Then there is "explanation", which explains the source of the work and briefly analyzes the theme. Followed by "preview". After that, it is the text. After the text, there are notes (excluding the words looked up in the preview), problem discussion (divided into A, content understanding and B, practice and exploration) and application exercises (divided into A, question and answer and B, grammar exercises, C, punctuation exercises and D). Imagine that with such a detailed reading guide, students can learn by themselves even if the teacher does not speak. Of course, this also puts higher demands on teachers: if students can't be guided at a higher level and with a broader vision, they will just follow the book and will not be bombarded by students and parents. The second point is impressive, which is the selection principle of words and the quality of selected articles. As far as the third volume is concerned, there are six traditional poems in the seventeenth lesson, accounting for 35%; The sixth volume, seven categories of traditional poetry, accounting for 4 1%. This ratio is similar to that of mainland textbooks. The vernacular part not only takes care of modern famous writers, but also has cutting-edge works of contemporary literature. As far as the former is concerned, the poems of famous people such as Hu Shi, Zhu Ziqing, Xia Mianzun, Lao She and Zhu Xiang are selected in the third volume, and two poems by Lu Xun and Liang Shiqiu are also selected in the sixth volume. The latter, the first part of the third volume is the Injustice by the contemporary Hong Kong writer A Nong (born in 1934, formerly known as Zhu Pusheng), and the first part of the sixth volume is Riding a Mule by the contemporary Taiwan Province female writer Chen Ruoxi (born in 1938, formerly known as Zhu Pusheng); Explain that editors attach importance to contemporary writers-after all, their works can better convey the spirit of the times. What is refreshing is that I didn't make any speech on these two volumes. -That is, even Taiwan Province's textbooks are not free from vulgarity. In 1970s, despite the reform, the first lesson of middle school textbooks in Taiwan Province was still Jiang Zhongzheng's "school motto" and "letter from home". This does not mean that the choice of Chinese teaching materials should only focus on language and literature; Of course, Chinese classes should also be education classes and self-cultivation classes. I forgot who said that primary and secondary education is not to let children learn any professional knowledge (that is the task of higher education); In this decade, education has no fixed purpose; If there is anything, it is to teach children how to behave and be qualified citizens to adapt to modern society through edification and education. After reading the two volumes at hand, I obviously feel the painstaking efforts of the editor in this regard. As far as the third volume is concerned, the first "Grievance" and the eleventh "Mother's Hand" are all about affection. In particular, the article "Grievance" tells the story of a son and father who never understood to understand, and from opposition to gratitude. Simple language tells a simple story, but it has the power to make people cry. I believe that a junior two child learned this lesson in the first week of school, and parents must obviously feel that the child suddenly understands and grows up! In addition, the biography of Mr. Hu Shi almost teaches people to do things seriously. Although Yu Gong Yi Shan, Zou Ji's Irony, Qi Wang and Ailian Shuo are all ancient poems of China, they all have the functions of inspiring and strengthening the body. Two groups of articles, "Descriptive Prose" and "Lyric Prose", guide students to appreciate beauty, and at the same time get the enlightenment of loving life, hometown and nature. The group "On Writing" teaches people to reason, and at the same time skillfully conveys learning methods, scientific common sense and life wisdom to students. The last group of poems, ancient and modern. -Why did modern poetry choose Zhu Xiang's Song of Picking Lotus? I think, apart from the beauty of poetry itself, there is probably another intention, that is, to let students know the differences and connections between ancient and modern poetry. The first edition of this book is 199 1 year, probably written for Hong Kong after the reunification. I heard that Mr. Zhang Zhongxing, a mainland scholar, also participated in the editing-everyone made a move, but it was different! This also shows that compiling teaching materials is a serious work, and it is not easy to compile a project by just pulling a few people! Although Hong Kong and the Mainland are "one country", they are still "two systems". The old adage that "stones from other mountains can attack jade" can still be used here. I wonder if the compilation of Chinese textbooks in the mainland can also get some useful enlightenment from it. Attachment: Book 3 Lesson 1: Qu Wei (excerpt) A Nong (childhood grievances are only minor wounds. It's all scarred, but it still seems to hurt if you press it. ) childhood is like smoke and fog; But through the cracks in the smoke, everything appears like a dream, with clear grievances. Grievance is a scar on the soul. They are big and small, deep and shallow, new and old. Childhood grievances are just minor wounds. They are all scarred, but they still seem to feel pain when they press ...-it is a season of spring breeze and kites flying all over the sky; Even wires and trees are covered with red and green kite debris. At this time, mothers' scrolls are most likely to disappear, because not every child has money to buy glass filaments. In the morning, when we were locked in the classroom, we could only peep at the big battle in the sky outside from the window; After school, everyone became "eyes in the sky". It is common to step into a mud pond and hit a wooden post because of greedy kite watching. "Come down! It fell! Disconnected ... "I don't know who called first, and dozens of calves ran in the same direction in all directions. A failed kite floated down. I ran away from a shoe and scraped a piece of skin on my knee, but I didn't care at all; Because the kite just fell in my hand. I am as happy as if I have got a treasure, and I hold it high above my head with excitement. Suddenly, who caught me behind me, I instinctively caught the kite. With a "whoa whoa whoa", the kite broke, leaving only a bamboo stick and some scraps of paper in my hand. My eyes were red with anger. When I looked back, it was a calf. Anger started from my heart and hit him in the face with a punch. The blow missed, but the two men twisted together. You pull my hair, I pull your clothes. The children on the sidelines stopped watching kites because fighting was much better. They stood cheering and their voices were deafening. "Stop it!" A thunderous reprimand made me loosen my hand at once. "Go back!" Dad walked in front, and I followed with tears. "This is his fault. Why did he grab my kite? " I'm going back to tell my father why. As soon as I got home, my father closed the door. "Kneel down!" I still remember his livid face. I stood stubbornly. "Shoot! Shoot! " He slapped me twice. I cried. Followed by a "feather duster" until mom snatched it from dad. I suddenly stopped crying, closed my lips and moved my nose. I covered my mouth and stood in the corner of the door, holding back my sobs. I didn't have dinner that day. My mother came to help me several times. She moved the rice in front of me and fed it to me herself. She convinced me with all kinds of words. She said she would buy me a kite and a large roll of glass thread. But I stood there with my lips closed, not talking or crying. I'm really determined to stand there all my life. Late at night, my father fell asleep, my mother sighed, but I was still standing at the door corner. I got tired of standing and began to feel sleepy. My mother forced me to go to bed, but I jumped out of bed and stood at the corner of the door. The clock struck twelve, and at one o'clock, my mother went to bed, too. I didn't hear two points. I woke up in bed the next morning. My mother must have put me to bed when I fell asleep against the wall. On this day, I ate silently and went to school silently. When I came home from school, I saw a beautiful kite and a big scroll on the stage. Mom smiled and said, "Dad bought it for you." But I walked into the room without touching it. * * * * "Mom, the teacher said that the tuition fee should be paid today at the latest." I said with tears. "I have asked your father to borrow it from the company, and I don't even have enough money to buy food today." Mom frowned. "There is a school uniform, everyone has it; The teacher said that if you don't wear school uniforms, you will be punished. " "When dad borrows money, buy it together." Mother comforted me. I reluctantly went back to school, and as soon as I entered the school gate, I met the calf who robbed me of my kite. He pointed at me and said, "Hum, if you don't wear school uniform, the teacher will punish you!" " "I disdained to see his one eye, but at first glance, the students in the school are wearing school uniforms, which makes me not surprised. I was so confused in class. I hope the teacher is ill and can't come. But he came anyway, and everyone stood up and bowed. He saw at a glance that I was not wearing a school uniform and looked very unhappy. "He Zhiping, come out! "Fortunately, it's not me. It turns out that He Zhiping didn't wear a school uniform either. I just saw it now. Then I can't escape. My face turned white and I looked down at the desktop. " Hacken Lee, you too! "Sure enough, I am next. My face turned from white to red, my ears burned badly, my eyes suddenly blurred and tears filled my eyes. I bowed my head and went out. " Do you have your tuition? "The teacher asked." Mom said to hand it in tomorrow. "He Zhiping's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible." What about you? "I lowered my head, but I knew the teacher was asking me. I shook my head because I knew I would cry when I made a noise. " You two are the only ones in the class who don't pay tuition and wear school uniforms. You can't do it without punishing you. "Say, just drive us to the wall and let us turn our backs on the class. My tears kept flowing downwards, some on my clothes and some on the ground. It's a small river, and I can't help it. I hate my mother and father. Why do other children have school uniforms and tuition fees, but I don't! Very easy to wait until after class, the students left the classroom to play on the playground, leaving only Zhiping and me. I went back to my seat, picked up my schoolbag and walked outside the classroom. " Where are you going? "He Zhiping asked me. I didn't answer him and ran home in one breath. Mom was surprised to see me back. I threw away my schoolbag and suddenly shouted, "I won't study!" " "He fell on the bed and began to cry sadly. My mother guessed what was going on and comforted me by saying, "Dad will have money when he comes back." Dad came back at noon, but he didn't bring any money. "Can't I borrow it?" Mom asked. "I didn't borrow it," my father looked gloomy. "Someone borrowed it, and there is no hope." "You also try!" Dad didn't say anything. After dinner, he asked me to carry my schoolbag to the company. Dad left me in a room called the reception room. I saw him push open a door that said the manager's office and go in. "..." I recognized my father's voice, but I didn't know what to say. "The business of the company is not good, don't you know?" A loud voice, I know this is the manager. "..." Dad doesn't know what he said. Why is his throat so small? "You also borrow, he also borrow! How can the company have so much money! " The manager seems to be losing his temper. Soon, my father came out, blushing and looking scary, but he said to me very gently, "Go home first, and I'll get the money back at night." I walked out of the reception room in disappointment, and my father said behind my back, "Be careful with the car!" " "In the evening, dad came back. It was very cold at that time, but my father's thick velvet coat was missing. Mother exclaimed, "Be careful of catching cold! "Where are your clothes?" Then I found one for my father in the closet. My father took some money to my mother, handed me a bag of things and said, "I will pay my tuition tomorrow." This is the school uniform I just bought for you. " Suddenly, I understood everything. My father pawned the latest suit (it was later learned that his watch was pawned). I looked at him and felt that he was much haggard than before. I took the school uniform, and his face showed a relaxed look and said to me, "Try it on and see if it fits." Suddenly my nose ached and I cried with a paper bag. Dad snorted, then dragged me over, caressed my head and said, "Good boy, stop crying!" " "But I cried even harder. Only then did I know that it was not only me but also my parents who were wronged. It is our whole family who are wronged! 1May, 959 (This post is original, please indicate the author's source if reproduced. )