But this "broken" entrance exam dared to take an English test. I "blind cat meets dead mouse", and I did well in the English test paper. So I was admitted as a freshman, but it took only one and a half years. It only took two and a half years to graduate from junior high school.
Breaking off diplomatic relations is indeed a bit "breaking off diplomatic relations". First of all, the level of teachers is not high. A biology teacher pronounced "Ross" as nine.
Come on, you can see it. But it's not all broken Mr. Ju Simin, the headmaster, is an old-timer of Shandong education. He is well-known for his noble character. National integrity spreads far and near. His life is extremely frugal and he doesn't change his enjoyment. He made it a rule to gather all the students on the playground to listen to his lectures every Monday morning before class. He speaks the truth of being a man, loves his country and his hometown, and never stops. I think it has a good influence on the students' union.
There is a land of study among teachers. There is a Chinese teacher named Du, who is quite old. Because of his big belly, his classmates nicknamed him "Du Dadu", but the name was hidden. He is knowledgeable and has profound attainments in China's ancient literature and even in "selecting studies". I have the audacity to write a composition similar to parallel prose. He revised his composition with correct lowercase letters and gave a comment: "If you want to write fancy articles, you must remember more classics." Poor me, I was only thirteen or fourteen years old, I didn't read much, and my stomach was hairless. How many classics can I remember?
In addition, there is an English teacher named Zheng Youqiao, a native of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, whose English level is extremely high. He corrects students' English compositions, often not according to the students' articles, but by writing another one himself. This situation only appears in the composition books of students with high English level. His intention is probably to give them a chance to be concise and ponder, so as to improve their level, and his intention is also good. The level of English readers is not low, most of them are Arabian Nights, Shakespeare's Yuefu Skills, Fifty Tales of Tessie, Nestor's Grammar and so on.
From primary school to junior high school, I am not a diligent student. I have never won the first place in the exam, probably between the third and fourth place in Class One or the first and second place in Class Two. I don't want to be the best at all After I arrived at Zhengyi, the environment here provided me with the best place to play. The school is located on the south bank of Daming Lake, with clear streams and green poplars. After the school is a "lake" with "lotus flowers on all sides and willows on three sides, and a city with mountains and mountains half a city". Lotus ponds are all over the shore, reeds are flourishing, and there are many fish, shrimp and frogs in the water, which is my paradise for playing music. My family lives in Cheng Nan. I don't go home for dinner at noon. My family is poor. I only give a few coppers for lunch every day. I bought a pot cake with a copper coin, a bowl of fried meatballs or tofu brain with a copper coin, stood by my shoulder and ate it hastily, then flew to the lake to catch shrimp frogs after school. Shrimp is the kind described by Qi Baishi. It has two long clips, but it is an aquarium fool. I just need to Doby it with a reed stalk, and the shrimp will open the clamp to hold the reed stalk and let it be carried out of the water, never relaxing. It is also easy to catch frogs. Just bend the needle for making clothes, catch a fly, put it on it, and shake it back and forth to the frog sitting on the lotus leaf. Frogs ate together, jumped up and swallowed the fly on the needle, and I immediately caught it alive. I am addicted to this game and enjoy it. As for getting an A and a B, it's all floating clouds to me, so I don't care.
However, my uncle is strict with me. In Zhengyi, there is a teacher who teaches Chinese in senior high school. His name is Xu (maybe Zhai) and he is very accomplished in ancient Chinese. He set up a workshop after class, specializing in studying ancient books such as Zuo Zhuan, Warring States Policy and Historical Records, and charged a few dollars a month for tuition. The study time is 4 pm. My uncle asked me to sign up. Every day after the main class, I will have another one or two hours of classes to learn some ancient classics mentioned above. Now I can't remember how long I've studied. It doesn't seem too long. I can't tell you how much I have gained.
At that time, there was a famous Mr. Feng in Jinan. His hometown was Guangdong and he lived in the north. My English level is very high. I teach English in several middle schools during the day, and I teach English in my Shanghai English club at night. He lives in a big house with two yards at the south entrance of Yanchasi Street, and the club is located in several rooms in the front yard. In addition, two teachers are invited, one is Mr. Chen, and the other is Mr. Newway. They have jobs during the day and come to the club for classes at 7-9 pm. At that time, the chart-based English teaching method was popular, and we also used this method to learn English, which was quite new. The society charges three yuan a month for tuition and there are dozens of students. After studying here for about two or three years, I believe I have gained something.
In this way, although I am not diligent in my studies, I am busy enough because of the environment. I come home from Zhengyi every day, have a quick dinner and go back to the city to learn English. At that time, he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he was full of energy beyond his needs. After a day's rush, I don't rush home after class at 9 o'clock every night, but look at the shop windows on the brightly lit Shili Long Street and walk home slowly. Although there is no money in my bag, I can have an "eye addiction" and feast my eyes on the dazzling array of goods.
My uncle obviously feels that this is not enough pressure on my study, so I must add more. He personally selected some ancient texts for me, most of which were about Neo-Confucianism in Song and Ming Dynasties. He personally copied a book in print with a brush, called Selected Works of My Nephew. When he is free, he teaches me personally. He sat and I stood for an hour or two. It is a lie to say that I am really interested. For me, these articles are far less interesting than those of An He and Ji Gong Zhuan, which my uncle called "casual books". I often hide under the covers and peek at these books with a flashlight.
I graduated from Justice Middle School after studying for two and a half years. During this time, I was confused and vague, between understanding and not understanding; Subjectively, it is not diligent, objectively, it is diligent; Never want to compete for the upper reaches, in fact, it will never become the lower reaches. Finally, I left my prawn and frog, and I graduated.
I walked up a flight of stairs, bid farewell to an unforgettable stage of my adolescence and started a new stage of my life. I am 15 years old, and the time is 1926.
Learning Life, by Ji Xianlin, published by Shandong Friendship Publishing House.
Attachment: Ji Xianlin studied in Germany for ten years.
More than 70 years of life has passed away like a spring dream. This kind of dream is not always as light and beautiful as "the first moment of spring is worth a thousand dollars". Sometimes it is inevitable that there will be stormy waves and dragons and snakes dancing together. Anyway, my life passed like a dream.
Will you miss these dreams? I should say yes. When people are old, they often like to recall the past. Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, no exception. Of course I am no exception. The "lovely days in the past" that the British often say is really in my heart. Looking back, the past days were really beautiful and lovely. "At that time, only pottery was ordinary", but once recalled, it often felt wonderful and memorable. I often get caught up in memories of the past now.
However, I never thought about moving these light dreams or nightmares from my memories to paper. I have never felt such a need. I'm just a person lying on the pillow in the dead of night, letting the lost life repeat itself intermittently in front of my eyes, as if I were a bystander, enjoying it. The lost life cannot be returned, and there is no need to return. However, recalling this life, I realized that I was alive like this. Yangguan Avenue and the wooden bridge have passed, and all the ups and downs have passed. To this day, I can still live in the world and recall the past. Isn't this great happiness? ?
Only in the last year or two, some friends younger than me have repeatedly suggested to me to write something like an autobiography. They think that intellectuals like me have lived to nearly eighty, and the age of seventy has long been left behind and experienced several times; In the history of China, this is also a rare opportunity. I'm afraid there are not many intellectuals who have experienced my experience in the past. I'm afraid I have a lot to learn from my vicissitudes of life and worldly wisdom. Today's young intellectuals, even many middle-aged intellectuals, are mostly unable to understand. Sometimes telling them about the past, they often stare big eyes, as if listening to the Arabian nights. So their opinion is that I should write these experiences out, don't be too selfish, just keep them in my mind for my own taste and appreciation. This should be said to be the responsibility of my generation and cannot be shirked.
I considered their opinions and found that they were correct. I was born at the turn of summer and autumn in the year of the Revolution of 1911, just over a month away from 10+00. During this time, I was a subject of the Qing emperor, and I was probably a "leftover woman". I heard the word "imperial court" when I was very young, which means the emperor of the Qing Dynasty. In my fantasy, the "imperial court" is not a person, a god, a dragon or a snake, but also a person, a god, a dragon and a snake. As soon as the last "imperial court" abdicated, Yuan Shikai came at once, followed by a scuffle between warlords. Chixian shenzhou, the group of demons danced wildly. When I was three years old, World War I broke out. I know nothing about it. I don't know much about the May 4th Movement, but I feel very fresh about changing classical Chinese into vernacular Chinese. When I was in primary school and junior high school, I followed older children to demonstrate and burn Japanese and British goods. I was in a crazy mood. In high school, when the Kuomintang rule began, it was another mob dance, a group of demons within the Kuomintang. In universities, Japanese militarists are eager to act. After the September 18th Incident, my classmates from Tsinghua and I went on a hunger strike and petitioned in Nanjing. I saw Chiang Kai-shek for the first time and for the last time in my life. During my study abroad, the "July 7th Incident" happened, and half of the country was occupied. My hometown was occupied by foreign invaders earlier, which made me unable to return to China. When there is no home, the cuckoo should stop crying in her ear. I am wandering in a foreign land, and I can't hear the cuckoo singing. I heard the sound of bombers in the sky, accompanied by the sound of hunger in my stomach. Sometimes I hear Hitler barking like a mad dog on the radio. So it took eight years. "The bonfire party has been going on for eight years, and the value of home letters is hundreds of millions." I haven't received a letter from Yi Yijin. The war is finally over. After staying in Switzerland for nearly half a year, I had a great effort to return to my motherland through France and Vietnam. After the carnival, the disaster persisted, and after three years of inflation, it finally ushered in liberation. Apart from the bigger carnival, I know that the roads are not always covered with roses, and sometimes there will be violent winds and waves. In this way, ups and downs, ups and downs, have lived to this day, and I am old.
Not everyone can have such a rich and complicated experience. And in a sense, these experiences are also very valuable. We can draw lessons from it, which will be beneficial to both people and ourselves. If I keep a secret, I really feel selfish. So I am determined to listen to other people's advice, change my previous ideas and write my own life experience realistically. I especially emphasize the word "seeking truth from facts", because writing an autobiography is not a literary creation, so let your fantasy run freely. I write an autobiography, only facts. Whether this can also be written as a literary work, I don't care, stay here. At all times and in all countries, many great writers write their autobiographies as literary creations. Goethe, the greatest poet in Germany, is one of them. His penis
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Wahrheit (Poetry and Truth) can prove it. Personally, I think a great writer can, but I can't. I only have Wahrheit here, not Dichtung.
However, such a complicated work can never be accomplished overnight. I have a lot of work to do at present, and I don't have much leisure. I can only solve it in stages. I have divided my life of more than 70 years into eight stages:
First, the hometown period
Second, when I was in middle school in Jinan.
Third, Tsinghua University, a middle school teacher.
Fourth, study in Germany for ten years.
Verb (abbreviation for verb) on the eve of liberation
The sixties, fifties and sixties
Seven, bullpen mixed memory
8. After 1978
1988, wrote four or seven drafts intermittently. Now let's sort out these four "ten years of studying in Germany" and let it go to the world with my blessing! Pull the snow qin to a stunt:
There is nothing ridiculous.
Half a handful of bitter tears
The author is not crazy.
People understand the smell.
There is a wedge on it.
Ten years of studying in Germany, by Ji Xianlin, Renmin University of China Press.