At that time, his family was very rich, with land, mules and horses, and did business in Qingdao and Cai Jia Railway Station. When my father was four years old, he was kidnapped by bandits on a windy moonless night. The robbers swept his father away from the north gate like a whirlwind. My great-grandfather hurried after him in his clothes and said loudly to the bandits, "You didn't do this for the money. Put the child down and I'll go with you! " Trade your own flesh and blood for your father. Although almost all the property in the family was sold and redeemed, the inhuman bandits killed my great-grandfather in order to kill him, and the bones were not seen. This incident became the pain of my father's life. In my later years, my father talked to me emotionally about my great-grandfather many times, saying that he was handsome and extraordinary. My father has experienced several major hurdles in his life, all of which are safe and sound. He believes that my great-grandfather blessed him under the grave.
My father went to primary school in his hometown, and junior high school and senior high school were in Gaomi Middle School and Jimo Middle School in Shandong Province respectively. His studies are excellent. Before graduating from high school, the school identified two candidates who were sent to college, and his father was one of them. However, the world is changing, and the political conditions suddenly increase as the college entrance examination approaches. Because my family is a middle peasant, the quota was forced to change. Father hurried to the examination room without preparation and passed Qufu Normal College.
I was born when my father was a sophomore. Dad came back from winter vacation and saw a big fat man on the kang. He was so happy that he leaned down and kissed and teased. Mother said, "I haven't named it yet." Give my son a name. " Father thought for a moment and said, "I am studying in Qufu, so call him Qufu." Qufu is a land of sages, with a little literature and art. "This is what my mother told me later.
After graduating from college, my father was assigned to teach at No.1 Middle School in Juxian County, Linyi. He stayed there for fifteen years and only came back in autumn and winter holidays every year. As soon as the children get familiar with him and warm up, they will say goodbye. In my childhood memory, my father is far away, just like a distant guest; His image is sometimes clear, sometimes vague, discontinuous and jumping. It is the rice, pancakes and letters from home in Juxian that remind us of our father and feel his love.
Once my father had to go back to Gaomi by bus after his autumn vacation, and my mother asked me to get up early to see him off. In the morning light, I walked beside my father with a small bag on my back. The fields were quiet, only our creaking footsteps and the cries of autumn insects on the roadside. My father said kindly, "Your letter to me is well written, with clear meaning and clear organization." I mumbled an explanation: "That's what my second grandfather taught me to write." "That's not bad, a pupil." He continued affectionately: "I once put the letter on the table after reading it." When a teacher sees it, the teachers pass it on to the students in the classroom and read it to them. When I receive your letter in the future, I will simply lock it up. " I'm a little scared, but my face is burning and my heart is pounding. Father asked, "What do you think of the student composition I brought you?" "Very good." "Fortunately, where is it? Tell me about it. " I stammered, grabbing my head. My father stopped bothering me and told me about the outstanding students in his class, which fascinated me as much as telling stories. Unconsciously, I walked out of the ten miles. In front of me is the Wulong River, and I climbed the high embankment. Father took the luggage and said, "Don't send it, go back quickly." Say that finish, I took out two steamed buns from my small bag and gave them to me. Seeing my father go away in the mist of the sunset, I feel very attached. On the way back, I ate the cold steamed stuffed bun with relish, and the oil flowed to my hands and licked it with my tongue. Thinking of my conversation with my father, I feel unspeakable happiness and sweetness.
My father first impressed me as a pillar man when the political storm hit in 1967 and my family was in danger. My grandfather and my second grandfather, both village cadres for many years, were attacked for no reason. First, the tumor under the second grandpa's chin became inflamed and suppurated, and he was admitted to Weifang People's Hospital. Grandpa went to see him and felt uncomfortable with his eyes. I went to the clinic for examination and found that it was a malignant tumor of the eye. I immediately had an operation. Grandpa's condition has not improved and continues to deteriorate. Father decided to take him to Beijing for treatment.
Two grandfathers and two grandmothers have never had children, and they have never been separated. My grandmother died when I don't remember. Our sisters were brought up by two grandmothers, and the two old people treated us better than their own.
On the morning of departure, it was gloomy and the autumn wind was bleak. My family and neighbors gathered in front of the door to see me off. Grandpa stood by with a blindfold and a dignified expression. We children snuggled up to our sad-looking second grandma, and our kind neighbors comforted and enlightened her. Grandpa and his father came out from home. The second grandfather is tall, wearing a gown, and the tumor under his chin is swollen like a pumpkin. His father carried a simple traveling bag, calm and capable. Father greeted everyone with a smile, and then came to the second grandma with deep affection. The second grandma choked and said, "son, you have to be careful when you go out so far!" " Father leaned down and gently took hold of his thin second grandma with his arm. He said confidently, "two years, don't worry, I will try my best to cure my uncle's illness!" You always take care at home! " Say that finish, in the crowd's words, turned around, followed by two grandpa, stepping the fallen leaves, with firm steps, walked north, down the slope, walked through the backstreet, walked out of the north gate, and walked to Cai Jiazhuang Railway Station. Looking at my father's back, I feel so high, just like a mountain.
My father contacted Peking University People's Hospital on behalf of his classmates working in the Naval Command. Grandpa's tumor is benign, but the operation is quite complicated. After more than seven hours, my father paced back and forth anxiously outside the operating room for more than seven hours. Fortunately, the operation was very successful. During his recovery, the doctor cured the old stomach trouble of the second grandfather. Grandpa two came back as a different person, smiling healthily.
Grandpa has an incurable disease. When my father found out that there was a folk prescription, he kept sending scorpions from Juxian to fry them for a long time. Results There was no recurrence after operation, and it was cured. Medical experts have come to my home for a follow-up investigation.
After the storm, the big family regained its former joy.
1In the autumn of 974, my father was finally transferred back from Juxian County and assigned to Jinggou Middle School, 20 miles away from home, as a Chinese teacher. At this point, I have entered high school.
1975 In the spring, a great debate on educational ideas was launched on the national education front, and the movement also spread to my school. When I was a teenager, I was a little radical and felt a little literary, so I soon got involved. As things got worse, the news reached his father's ears. On Saturday, my father went home, had dinner and asked me to go out of the village together, wandering on the north-south road of glistening flowers dissolved by moonlight in front of the village. My father's face is tense, and I have a hunch. He said in an unprecedented serious tone, "I know what you did at school!" " It's inappropriate for you to do this, you should stop it at once! "I can't help but dumbfounded. He glanced at me and continued: "Young people are hot-blooded and easy to get hot-headed, but they lack a comprehensive understanding of things. There are different views that can be communicated calmly, and this way cannot be adopted. As a student, it is more important than anything to cherish the good times, study hard and become a useful person to the country in the future. "When my father saw me holding my neck and saying nothing, he simply took me and sat down by the bridge on the side of the road. From my understanding of political movements, he talked with me for a long time. Thorough and meticulous analysis and serious persuasion finally made me wake up and have the intention to turn around. Go back to school and gradually fade out of sports. Later, the situation proved that my father's words were right. Since then, I have taken a very rational and cautious attitude towards politics.
Fathers have high standards in choosing wives for their sons. As I grew older, I was introduced to girls. The girls mentioned are all outstanding in appearance, virtuous and capable, and they are personally arranged by their married sisters or aunts, but their fathers do not agree. There is only one reason. The other person's low level of education shows that he attaches importance to education. After being engaged to a person who graduated from high school as a private tutor, the college entrance examination system was resumed that autumn, and we both signed up for the exam at the same time. Originally, I wanted to enter a junior college. My father said, "It's safer to apply for a secondary school." Obviously, he is well thought out. Father has made great efforts for our review, and hopes that both of us can pass the exam and have a happy result. He has studied politics and history, taught Chinese and politics for many years, and is very good at guiding exams. He brings back the review outline and answers every week, first to the prospective wife, and then to me. I once came to my future wife's house and wanted to say a few words in person. The other party went to a foreign village to cut clothes. Father came home, got off the bus, and said angrily, "This is no time to make clothes." There is love in words. Yeah, I've been nervous, too. At the urging of my father, through personal efforts, we both got what we wanted, passed the exam, took a key step on the road of life, and became a much-told story in the village.
To my surprise, when I was a child, I seldom saw my father. After I was admitted to Gaomi Normal University, my father and son became face-to-face teachers and students in class. 1in the autumn of 978, my father was transferred from Jinggou Middle School to Gaomi Normal School as our teacher of pedagogy psychology. At first, we were both a little unnatural, but we soon got used to it. Father's lecture is loud, logical, knowledgeable and humorous, which is very popular with his classmates.
With the ideological front brought out of chaos, the spring of education came, and my father, like the intellectuals, threw off his arms and worked easily. At that time, the family was in a difficult economic period. Six children, my sister is married, and the rest are at school. Grandpa is old, unable to work, and all his expenses depend on his limited salary. In the cold winter, he did not even give up buying a pair of cotton shoes. He hurried between the office and the classroom in those thin and wrinkled leather shoes. One stop in the classroom without heating facilities is a class. In the early morning, my classmates and I ran on the frozen playground. After class, I walked and talked with the students in the snow. At night, the lights in the office stay on until late. He is getting busier and busier. In addition to teaching and the work of the class teacher, he also gave special reports or lectures for teachers and students, held teacher training classes in the county, compiled teaching materials in the province, participated in teaching and research activities in various places, and participated in marking the college entrance examination. His mood is so full, so energetic, just like tireless. My father worked in a normal school for seventeen years, which was the most brilliant stage in his life and reached the peak of his career. He won many honorary titles, such as special-grade teacher in Shandong province, excellent teacher in Shandong province and excellent head teacher in Shandong province, and was promoted to senior lecturer in the first batch and took up school management positions.
Father is a warm-hearted and open-minded person. In his office and dormitory, there are often hometown children who are dressed simply, honestly and slightly depressed. Some of them want to transfer, some want to repeat, and some want to ask their father's advice. His father always takes time to help. After many twists and turns, most of these children have entered the threshold of university. When they came back from vacation and went to school, they regarded their father as the only place they could pass. Father happily called warm and hospitable food from the kitchen and called them kindly and cheerfully. They talked about each other speculatively, confided in each other and forgot to make friends.
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1980 After graduating from normal school, I became a math teacher. 1984 during the summer vacation, I was transferred from school to the county education bureau to do writing work. Many people think this has something to do with my father, and he found me a relationship. In fact, this is completely speculation. According to my father's temper, he won't operate such a thing for us. Besides, I didn't think so at the time. It was a leader of the Education Bureau who, according to his initial impression, thought I could write something, so he sent someone to "send the exam" secretly.
My father was happy with my new job and gave me great help when I was in trouble. I was not used to it when I first entered the office. My writing is strange and I am at a loss. I often can't write a word on the manuscript paper for a long time, which is quite annoying. I used to want to back down. When my father learned about it, he quickly found me a big stack of People's Education and Shandong Education, separated useful articles with hinges for me to read intensively, and told me to pay attention to current politics, form the habit of newspaper clippings and taking notes, and pay attention to the accumulation of information. He said that everyone engaged in writing has to go through a difficult process, so don't be anxious. Under the guidance of my father, I began to imitate, devoted myself to exploration, and gradually found my own feeling. Once accompanied the director to attend a symposium of young teachers in Gaomi No.1 Middle School. After I came back, I wrote an overnight article "Measures and Experiences of Training Young Teachers in Gaomi No.1 Middle School" and sent it to China Education News, which was published in the third edition of the headline a week later. For the first time, I was very happy to see my article turned into type and appeared on the newspaper page. I held the newspaper for my father to read. To my surprise, my father looked calm and indifferent. While eating dinner, he said seriously, "Writing is the housekeeping skill of office secretaries. Publishing articles is a very common thing. It's no big deal. This is just the beginning. " Then Kan Kan and I talked about his classmates' achievements and accomplishments in journalism and government work. My father's words seemed to open up a new world in front of me and put away my just-cocked tail.
My father is the kind of person who has both theoretical level and practical writing ability My father has been writing the work summary submitted by teachers to the Education Bureau every year for several years, and his speeches on some large occasions have also been used for reference by many colleagues.
At first, my father had high expectations for me to enter the official career, but later my development made him a little disappointed. This disappointment only existed in his heart, and he didn't show it, let alone confess it. In the face of my poor physical condition, he is more concerned about and pays more attention to his son's health and safety. I am a typical allergic constitution. I had allergic symptoms when I was a child. Entering middle-aged and young people, allergic reactions become more and more serious. Being tortured and exhausted often has a great influence on my life and work. My father was very worried about his son, so he finally took a holiday on Sunday. He took me everywhere for medical advice, stewed me with Cordyceps sinensis and bathed me with herbal water. He also personally wrote to Beijing Institute of Immunology and Shanghai Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine for consultation, and entrusted the teacher to take me to a big hospital for expert treatment. Seeing that Guangming Daily published the famous martial artist Wang Ziping's "Getting rid of illness and extending the 20 potential", he cut it out and asked me to practice against the illustrations. The deep and broad fatherly love made me not sink in the face of illness, but treat everything with optimism. After about forty-five years old, my health finally improved, and my allergic symptoms gradually disappeared and then recovered. From "The End of the Mountain" to "A Bright Future", my father's hanging heart was put down. Here, thank all the people who have taken care of me! Father, the humble and tenacious dandelion with pale yellow flowers on the roadside may be your son.
Father loves children and loves every child, including grandchildren and great-grandchildren. He used the spring rain-like love to build a democratic, warm and scholarly growth space for children. He pays special attention to the shaping of children's mind and personality, and requires children to be aboveboard people, people with beautiful pursuits and people who follow the trend of the times. Fathers seldom help their children with their homework and don't buy extra-curricular books for them. It seems that his concern is not a certain topic or a certain word, but a big basic aspect, such as the formation of study habits, the improvement of learning ability and the stimulation of internal motivation. Anyone who finds a bright spot, even a small one, will be encouraged. Occasionally, I don't blame my poor grades, but help me analyze the reasons, sum up the rules, and inspire and guide. Father's academic and teaching style plays a subtle role. In this family atmosphere, most of the younger generations have achieved something, including a master's degree from Peking University, a master's degree from People's Congress and a master's degree from Boston University. With his father's high hopes, after graduating from Shanda College of Mathematics last year, Pu Ganyu received a doctorate in computer science from the University of Wisconsin-Madison with a full scholarship, and Haidong nephew obtained a new energy major from Central South University with a score of 6 18.
My father suffered from high blood pressure in middle age, but he always controlled it well. He attaches great importance to medication, diet and exercise, and is cheerful and optimistic. His body can be said to be very strong. However, cerebrovascular disease is still a problem. In the spring of 2006, my father had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and was discharged after careful treatment by the Municipal People's Hospital. Unexpectedly, after more than a month, he relapsed again and fell into a deep coma, and his condition was critical. The doctor from the Municipal People's Hospital took Xue and me to the Affiliated Hospital of Qingdao University. Director Li Guobin, a brain surgeon, mused after watching the film: "This is a ruptured hemangioma and can be operated." From the tone and expression of Director Li, we seem to see hope. We immediately informed our sisters and brothers and sisters to transfer our father by ambulance as soon as possible. Director Li presided over the interventional operation that night. This is a miracle. After a period of recovery, my father didn't look like a patient at all when he left the hospital. His spirit, language and physical activities are normal. He went downstairs, got on the bus and went back to his home on the third floor without any help. After his illness, my father lived a healthy life for ten years.
This decade is a decade in which my father enjoys family happiness and gains happiness in life. Usually I play checkers and poker with my mother leisurely, accompany me to the food market to buy food, visit relatives and friends, and occasionally accompany my children in Beijing. Whenever the children come around, especially when the big family get together, the father repeatedly introduces health care knowledge and experience to us like a lecture, and earnestly reminds us to pay attention to our health. Of course, family education is also inseparable from this topic. My contact with my college classmates is getting closer and closer. I warmly invited them to visit Gaomi, and I gladly went to Qingdao, Zibo, Jining and other places to attend the meeting. Sometimes I take my children with my mother. The love of classmates is like old wine, which is getting sweeter and stronger in my later years.
In the teaching career of nearly forty years, my father has taught countless students, which can be said to be full of peaches and plums. Whenever he talks about students, he is sincere and full of happiness and pride. In the late autumn of 20 15, when my father was 8 1 year old, thirteen silver-haired old people in their 70 s came to my house, the oldest of whom was 77 years old. They were the first students assigned to Juxian No.1 Middle School after graduating from college, and they made a special trip to visit my father from 300 miles away. Teachers and students meet after a long separation, with mixed feelings and tears in their eyes. Endless confidences are like rivers that burst their banks, and the touching scenes move the children next to us. Among these students, some are class cadres who are brothers to their fathers, some are sponsored by poor fathers, some are specially taken care of by fathers with poor family composition, and some encounter some problems in the process of flying politics and trial, so it is possible to be accommodating by their fathers. It's almost sixty years, and they still remember the teacher-student relationship. And we are no strangers to their names because my father often mentions them.
At ordinary times, students keep coming to visit their father, especially during the Spring Festival, which is a great spiritual comfort for their father in his later years.
My father's two recent illnesses are also related to cerebrovascular diseases. From September 2065438 to September 2006, my father suffered from moderate cerebral thrombosis. After treatment, he can walk with a walker at home after discharge. In the next three years, our brothers and sisters took turns to accompany our father day and night, taking good care of him and helping him recover and exercise. Unfortunately, from June 2065438 to June 2009, my father had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. Li Guobin, the director of the affiliated hospital of Qingdao University who operated on him in those years, arrived overnight. However, in the face of illness, there is nothing he can do. My father passed away forever at the age of eighty-five. Father walked very peacefully.
It is often said that the soul will not go far within three years after death. We think this is true. Father seems to be still living among us, and his voice and smile often appear in our minds. Only in Tomb-Sweeping Day, Spring Festival and father's birthday, anniversary, do people really feel that his father has left us, and brothers and sisters express deep nostalgia and wishes in the group, immersed in unbearable sadness. My birthday is the day after my father died. I don't want to have another birthday after his death. In the morning, I spent a long time staring blankly at the hot noodles served by my partner. Through the steam, my tears seemed to see my father coming to me with a smile and saying the loving words I used to say when I was a child: "You are honest-"
Take this "teacher's family style" as a memorial to my father-
? Father Wang Deming plowed the field on a three-foot platform.
? Lead an honest and clean life, leaving a good family style.
? Re-education is fundamental, and Lide regards it as a sect.
? When you are honest, your heart is clear.
? Glory is not greedy, but knowledge is the most useful.
? Ambition is high, plum fragrance is bitter and cold.
? Talents come forth in large numbers, and serving the country must be dedicated.
? Tears comfort the father's spirit, and the family style will last forever.