202 1,101On the evening of October 22nd, I was in Tianjin on business. As soon as I arrived at the hotel, I received teacher Feng Xin's WeChat. I haven't had time to read the words on my mobile phone carefully, and a crying emoji is particularly dazzling on the screen. I read the text again and again, confirming the news that my master tutor, Mr. Chang Wenchang, left this world forever that night in Shanghai.
I haven't felt the late autumn in the north for several years because of the epidemic. When I learned the news of Mr. Wang's death, I was in the vast sky in the north, and the past was vivid, and Mr. Wang's voice and smile came up instantly.
I graduated with a master's degree in 2005, and I have more contact with my husband.
At the end of March, 2005, I went to Lanzhou University with trepidation to take part in the postgraduate re-examination. This is my first visit to the northwest. I took the green leather train for two days and three nights, and transferred from Xi 'an to Lanzhou. A stranger, I don't know anyone at Lanzhou University. At that time, I was still at the end of the Internet 1.0 era, and information technology was far less developed than today. I don't know what the form and rules of the second interview are, especially the foreign language oral exam, but I can't find it. This is the main reason for my anxiety. The reason why it is difficult to ask for information about the foreign language oral test is because the foreign language I took is a small language-Russian-and few people have studied it, let alone those who have studied Russian in the postgraduate entrance examination. After the written test, I finally got the time for the foreign language oral test. When I came to the exam classroom, there were already two students taking the postgraduate entrance examination and one student taking the exam. Then, the door opened, and a very thin teacher in a suit and tie came in with a few sheets of A4 paper and sat gently opposite me. At that time, I just left school, and I didn't have much experience. I was particularly nervous and couldn't see the age of the teacher. I just don't think he is like an examiner, but like a friend who is here to help us students. The examiner smiled and spoke in a low voice. He didn't introduce himself and was in no hurry to take the exam. First, he comforted our four candidates not to be nervous, and then let us introduce ourselves one by one. After this round, several of our classmates relaxed a lot. As for the content of the first oral foreign language test in my life that day, I have completely forgotten it now, but the relaxed test atmosphere at that time has been stored in my memory. When the scores were read out after the exam and everyone's satisfied expression was still on their faces, Xin Mingxia, a fellow candidate, whispered that the examiner seemed to be Chang Wenchang.
This is the first time I have met Mr. Chang, so Mr. Chang in my memory is always smiling. Whether he speaks Chinese or Russian, his voice is very soft. Except for a little accent in Mandarin, he is completely different from the northwest man I remember.
The highlight of the postgraduate re-examination is the interview. The form of interview is that each student walks into the examination room and chooses a topic at random, and chooses one answer from two questions. Entering the examination room, several teachers sat with their backs to the sun, and the candidates faced the teachers and the orange sun in Lanzhou afternoon. Still nervous, I bowed my head and picked out the topic. I chose one I studied relatively, and my voice trembled a little. I looked up, and it turned out to be Mr. Chang, the thin foreign language oral examiner yesterday. He is still smiling, as if to encourage me, and as if to tell me like an interview: don't be nervous! I was so nervous during the interview. What impressed me the most today was Teacher Chang's smile. I remember the moment I walked out of the examination room, Mr. Wang and two other examiners (later I learned that it was Professor Zhao and Professor Zhao) said that this student was from the Northeast, and I don't know which teacher was still sighing. It was really far away.
This is my second meeting with the teacher.
April 1 day, 2005-April Fool's Day, the results of postgraduate admission were announced in the Shaw Building of the branch school. In today's popular words, I landed successfully. I'm still not at ease when I'm happy. Without academic training, on the one hand, I can't believe that I have been admitted, and I have been admitted to Teacher Chang's school. On the other hand, I don't know what to do next after "landing"-after all, it is far away in the northeast and it is inconvenient to contact. So I turned around and asked Mr. Wang's phone number. That night, I took the liberty of dialing Mr. Wang's phone, but there was still a gentle voice in the microphone-Mr. Wang actually remembered me! The teacher also agreed to my visit request. That night, I bought a bunch of flowers and came to the home of Mr. Qu, a teacher's family. My husband in my life still gave me a lot of encouragement, listed the bibliography, and gave me a copy of his monograph "The History of Modern Poetry Theory Criticism in China" when he left. Unfortunately, I didn't ask Mr. Qu to write an inscription on the book at that time. What a pity!
After entering school in September that year, in the classroom of Hengshan Hall, Mr. Wang gave us a class, still in a suit and tie, very elegant. He stood on the platform with a lecture note in his hand and spoke all afternoon. Because I began to learn Russian from junior high school, I was fortunate enough to participate in the research group of Mr. Wang's National Social Science Fund, which was responsible for the translation and research of Russian materials in Donggan literature. The teacher gave me several Russian monographs and a dictionary of Donggan language, and because I knew nothing about Donggan culture, I was given a history of the formation and development of Donggan and a study of Donggan culture. For the convenience of my translation, the teacher also gave me a thick portable Russian-Chinese dictionary. These books, dictionaries and materials have always been placed in the most conspicuous position on the bookshelf, no matter where I go to work and study. It is precisely because of the opportunity given me by my teacher that I have a preliminary understanding of Donggan culture and literature. By trying to translate Russian materials at the level of a beginner, and through communication with teachers, I have a preliminary understanding of what academics are and how to learn. It can be said that I have benefited a lot from my husband. At the end of 2005, Mr. Wang went to Central Asia to take charge of the construction of the local Confucius Institute. Because of various reasons, such as computer systems and networks in the two countries, it is not convenient to contact teachers, and because of my own reasons, my research on Donggan culture has not continued.
In 2009, I have been teaching in a university in Northeast China. One day, my husband asked my classmate Ye Fei for my phone number. He called me and let me hear the familiar voice again. The reason for my lack of contact with teachers is my own-I am ashamed that I have not insisted on the study of Donggan culture. But my husband didn't blame me for my stupidity and recklessness at all, but he still encouraged me and comforted me. Because of this, I was in tears on this side of the phone. The call lasted for a long time. At the end of the call, the teacher casually mentioned that the national social science fund project had been completed. Because of your contribution to the team, your name is on the certificate of completion. In a few days, senior brother Mr. Yang Jianjun will contact you. You tell him the address, and he will send you a certificate of completion and a certificate of engineering.
My tears fell in an instant. The teacher didn't blame me for being a deserter on the way because of the trivial work I did, and even included me in the research group. How lucky and happy I am to have such a tolerant teacher! The certificate of the National Social Science Fund and the heavy "A New World of Chinese Literature in the World-An Introduction to Chinese Literature in Central Asia and East Asia" have condensed Mr. Wang's research efforts, but what the teacher doesn't know is that these achievements are not only academic inspiration for me, but also teach me how to be a good teacher.
I haven't been to Lanzhou since graduation, so I contacted my husband by phone. Call your husband to disturb him when you are studying for a PhD. Every time, he patiently answered me with a calm and soothing voice. Of course, he encouraged me more. Until 20 17, 1 1, in August in Ningxian County, Gansu Province, I met my teacher again in the workshop of my classmate Ba Longfeng's works. At this time, it has been 12 years since our last meeting between teachers and students! The teacher is still very thin, really old, with white hair and good spirit, but his body is not as good as before. I remember when I went to school in the morning, I often met Mr. Running on the old playground of a branch school. Seeing the teacher again this time, his steps and speaking style are very different from what I remember. During those days in Ning County, Gansu Province, apart from meeting, walking and chatting with teachers, I once again saw Mr. Wang's academic rigor as a literary researcher. Even at the seminar of his students' works, he still insisted on his knowledge while caring about the younger generation in the literary world. In private communication with students, Mr. Wang is still a gentle gentleman, always remembering the advantages of each student. It is no exaggeration to describe Mr. Wang with spring breeze.
In recent years, I have been busy in Guangdong for my own life and have been doing nothing. Coupled with the epidemic since 2020, I have never had the opportunity to visit my husband in Shanghai. I really didn't expect that a farewell to Ningxian on 20 17 would be a farewell to our teachers and students.
There is no chance to listen to the teacher again. Looking back on my life, my life changed only because I met my husband. My teacher is tolerant, encouraging and timely in my choice from beginning to end. Mr. Wang is like a warm river, pushing me forward. I think I am lucky to meet the first teacher, Mr. Wang, who led me to the academic road-although my grades are still insufficient because of my own level and ability. It is also because Mr. Wang got to know Mr. Feng Xin, Mr. Ye Fei, Jiang and other students. Although Mr. Chang has left us, the good teachers and classmates I met in Lanzhou University will continue to live a good life, which Mr. Wang hopes to see.
May Mr. Wang go all the way!
Written on 20265438+01kloc-0/October 24 -25 in Zhanjiang, Tianjin.