On the snowy mountain, I met Hong Qi, who kept bragging about his martial arts with a dog-beating stick in his hand. I really want to laugh, because people in the Jianghu say he is delicious. Once, he was greedy and got into trouble. In a rage, he took a knife from the palace and became a eunuch, so he was called Hong Qigong Palace. Because it's troublesome to call, and especially Japanese, so we saved a word, call him Hong Qigong.
I forgot why I came to the Snow Mountain. Maybe I pissed off my school sister Guo Fu from Peach Blossom Island. Maybe I bullied martial arts. Maybe I angered the Quanzhen snob. Maybe my aunt doesn't like me. In short, on the snowy mountain, I met Hong Qi Ade, the peach blossom on the island; Bees by Ed's grave.
Hong Qi fed me a lot of centipedes, so I had to eat them, because I was hungry and I couldn't beat him.
After eating the centipede, Hong Qi hardened and became a corpse. The only thing I remember about the lack of oxygen in the snow-capped mountains is that Hong Qi asked me to guard his body for three days. If I really keep it for three days, I will become a corpse myself, so I decided to do something.
I took off my gloves and began to massage Hong Qi.
When later generations recorded this period of history, they used nursery rhymes for the convenience of circulation. They wrote:
You shoot one, I shoot one, save Hong Qi on the snowy mountain; You shoot two, I shoot two, and Hong Qi is as hard as a knee; You shoot three, I shoot three, it is not easy to sacrifice yourself to save others; You clap four, I clap four, and Yang Guo blushes; You clap five, I clap five, press your head and press your ass; You shoot six, I shoot six, and the exam questions are ugly; You shoot seven, I shoot seven, and the college entrance examination composition is messed up; You shoot eight, I shoot eight, and the snow mountain massages the top; You shoot nine, I shoot nine, so it is rare to save people; You shoot ten, I shoot ten. Funny games are better than Stephen Chow.
In a word, according to the teacher's regulations, I was actually giving Hong Qi a living massage-mountaineer Xie Yanke told me that taking off gloves in this case was equivalent to suicide, but he was wrong. According to the material given by the teacher, my finger is intact-as soon as he woke up, he swore, "What did you press?" I can't walk because you have broken all my bones. In 5555, Rong Er promised me to eat her baked tofu. "
When Hong Qi scolded me, my father Ouyang Feng came out of the back hill and had a fight with Hong Qi.
When I was a child, my grandmother asked, "How is your father?" I said, "Hello, Dad." Grandma asked again, "How is grandma?" I said, "Hello, Grandma."
Grandma said, "Son, your father is not your biological father, and grandma is not your biological grandmother." After that, I sang a song "Catastrophe Falls from the Sky Eight Years ago". I was most afraid of Lao Dan singing, especially when she was still sitting and singing, so I didn't listen much. What I like is to cover my head with a piece of cloth and dress up as a tiger.
My real father has been dragged to death by Guo Rong for many years. The father is a foreigner and his name is Ouyang Feng. Hong Qi didn't dare to fight my dad, so he told me to learn how to fight my dad. See "The Condor Heroes" published by Jin Yong Caotang for details. Most of The Condor Heroes is fiction, but it is true that Hong Qi and Ouyang Feng used me to compete, but the result is wrong. In the novel, both my father and Qi Hong died, but in fact only Hong Qi died. The fact is, Hong Qi's bones were broken by me, but he couldn't beat my father. He died in anger.
My father and I helped each other down the mountain.
As far as I know, that's it. I gave one a massage and helped the other down the hill. I don't like Hong Qi. Who would like a man who lets himself eat centipedes?
So, I have no choice. Even if the teacher forced me to let Hong Qi live, I wouldn't help him down the mountain.
I was born in a very remote mountain village in Chaoyang City, Liaoning Province. My father died when I was less than three years old, when my sister was just born for two months. The life of a family can only be maintained by the mother earning work points in the production team. Life was hard at that time.
In my life, I am most grateful to my mother. She not only gave me a strong body, but also taught me to develop the quality of hard work. The figure of my mother mending our clothes under the dim oil lamp, the stumbling steps on the mountain road with firewood on her shoulders, and the bitter smile that can't be concealed are deeply imprinted in my young mind. In order to reduce the burden on my mother's shoulders, I have picked up a sickle and rope to cut wood up the mountain since I was seven years old. I picked a load of firewood from my tender shoulder, cut my hand and bent my back. Until now, the scar is still clear and the back is not straight.
Although my family is poor, my mother would rather suffer by herself and let me study and become a successful person. The night before school, my mother made me a pair of trousers with one of her old coats. The next morning, I happily tied it with a cloth belt and went to school naked, barefoot and empty-handed. My mother took advantage of her lunch break and went to the supply and marketing cooperative ten miles away. She sold ten eggs and bought two feet of cloth and some notebooks, so I carried the small schoolbag my mother made for me.
13 years old, admitted to the commune middle school 50 miles away from home. On Saturday afternoon, I climbed the mountain on foot and then went home. On Sunday afternoon, I went back to school with food on my back. Accommodation at school, without going up the mountain to cut wood after school, is naturally much easier than in primary school. But I know that my monthly meal fee of 3 yuan is my mother who can only write her name with eggs I can't bear to eat, so I study harder. Whenever I tell my mother my grades after the exam, she just smiles, cooks a better meal as a reward, and then says to me, "We can't be proud. A hundred doors are good. " In my mother's opinion, no matter where I come from, I won't get a good grade unless I get a 100.
Because of good academic performance, I can work hard. In the first grade, I was the first in my class to join the Youth League. Later, he was repeatedly rated as a "three-good student" in the county and a "three-good student" in the region.
When I graduated from junior high school, according to my academic performance, both the principal and the coach suggested that I take an examination of key high schools and then take an examination of key universities, and so did my dream road. But I didn't have the courage to speak. I know, because of overwork, my mother has been ill, and she can't bear a few cents of pills. She gritted her teeth and went to work. She silently swallowed bitter tears while we were sleeping, but pretended nothing happened in front of us. In order to make up for my school expenses, my mother dragged herself to the extreme and collected herbs everywhere. Every time I receive money from my mother, Mao Mao, I feel it is a drop of my mother's blood. I know that if I go to high school, my sister will definitely drop out of school and go to agriculture, otherwise my mother can't afford it.
Bear the expenses of both of us. What shall we do? If you want to continue studying, there is another way: go to a secondary normal school, so that you don't have to pay tuition and books, and you can get a certain grant, and your sister can continue studying. So I applied for normal school, which is the first major in my life, and I am willing or unwilling to choose.
1984 September 12, I walked into Chaoyang No.1 Normal School with my luggage and money from selling pigs.
I have just arrived at the normal school for more than half a year. One morning, while we were having a class, the head teacher called me out of the classroom and handed me a telegram: "My mother is well and will be back soon." When I got off the train and walked 70 miles home at night, my mother, who had worked hard all her life and never enjoyed a happy day, closed her eyes a day ago. Grief and self-blame tormented my soul. My mother left, and my hope of how to repay my mother's kindness was shattered at this moment.
I shed all my tears and failed to wake my mother. My sister held my hand and said piteously, "Brother, what shall we do?" At that time, I was 16 years old, and my sister 13 years old who was studying in primary school. How can we continue to live and study? With the help of the villagers, like an adult, I sold all my possessions, paid for the burial of my mother, and left 600 yuan money. This money can't guarantee my sister and I's school expenses at all. What should I do? It is said that life is long, but the most important thing is only a few steps. Reading, no matter how hard it is, I want to study! So I put my sister at a relative's house and hurried back to school. From then on, our brother and sister's life began.
On the first summer vacation of normal school, the teachers and leaders of the school sympathized with my situation and arranged for me to work overtime. Since then, the school has become our brother and sister's temporary home. I took some millet from my relatives and used a lunch box as a pot to set up a corner of my life in the dormitory. Bought 1 kg of fat, boiled it into oil, sprinkled with salt, and put a little every time you cook. A month passed, and I received a reward from my teacher-58 yuan 50, which was the first time I earned money with my own labor. I asked my sister to go back to school with 50 yuan and left 8 yuan and 50 cents for her own use.
Scholarship can only support me to eat, and my daily expenses and my sister's expenses can't be solved. So in my spare time, I go to the nearby food market to transport vegetables, work as a porter at the station and work as a Plaster workers at the construction site, so that I can earn some money every month. At that time, I was the monitor and had to carry out the work in the class at the same time, so I got up at five o'clock every day without wasting a minute and tried to digest all the learning content in class. I have no sundays, no holidays, and my work is not delayed. My grades rank first every academic year, and I have been rated as the top three in the school for four consecutive years. 1988
On October 25th, 65438/KLOC-0, I joined the China * * * Production Party with honor.
People face countless choices in their life. Although there is a lot of traffic on Yangguan Avenue, there are also many willing people on the rugged path.
In a blink of an eye, four years of normal school life is over. Liaoning Province selects outstanding graduates from normal universities with 2% quota every year and sends them to normal universities for study. According to my academic and work achievements, the school ranked me among the walks. At that time, a well-paid provincial enterprise came to our school to ask for a student. The school leaders asked for my advice in consideration of my financial situation. Some teachers and classmates also advised me: "You can provide your sister with high school." I know that if I go to college and my sister goes to high school, the cost will be more than before, and my sister and I will continue to live a hard life. But I know that I was the first child to go out of my hometown valley by reading. Now I can only be a primary school teacher. This is just the first step in my life. I don't want to finish my study so early. It will be more bitter and tiring to continue walking, but I think of my mother and her hidden bitter smile, so I finally chose the road to college, and I think my mother will be pleased with my choice.
1988 September 12, I walked into the university campus that I had longed for since I was a child and became a student in the Chinese Department of Shenyang Normal University.
The first challenge I face is foreign languages. I only have the basic knowledge of junior high school, and the normal school has thrown it away for another four years. I can only start from scratch. Every morning, the students are still sleeping. I got up quietly, hid in the corner, read aloud over and over again, and even recited. After two years of hard work, I ranked first from the bottom in my class in the first mid-term exam, and successfully passed the three northeastern provinces and the National College English Test Band 4. At this moment, I have an experience that the so-called unattainable is sometimes imposed on myself without foundation. Once you enjoy the pleasure of "all the other mountains are dwarfed under the sky". The unattainable feeling in the past will disappear without a trace. I have always been partial to science, but students who go to normal schools must enter liberal arts. For classical literature, my foundation is very poor. In order to shorten the distance with my classmates, I recited the poems in Selected Works from beginning to end. After more than a year, I vaguely saw the splendid literature museum. So I began to learn to write and secretly contribute to newspapers and periodicals. When the students saw my first film and television review published in Shenyang Daily, they all cast surprised eyes.
After entering the university, he served as the monitor, and later served as the president of the Chinese Department Student Union. But besides studying and working, the heaviest burden on my shoulders is life, and I have to run for it. The second week after entering school, the Communist Youth League Committee and the secretary of the General Branch of the Department enthusiastically contacted me for a job as a tutor and went to class twice a week. The first student I tutored never scored more than 80 points in Chinese before. I have been tutoring for half a year, and my final score is 98.5. My parents are happy and so are my students. I also have a little comfort in my heart. After that, I served as a tutor twice, which changed the lives of my sister and me. I go out to give lectures all day every Monday, Wednesday, Saturday night and Sunday, so I have less time to myself. But I have learned to use every minute. At the end of the first school year, I ranked first in academic performance and won the first-class scholarship. I use half of the scholarship as a class fee, a quarter as a dormitory activity fee, and the rest to my sister.
Since my mother died, I have been my sister's only support. In the eyes of my sister, I can do anything, and any difficulty is insurmountable. I will bear all her living expenses. My sister stays in a middle school in the county. Every holiday, she came to my side and accumulated a year of loneliness and distress. At this time, she poured out of her young heart. Looking at my tearful sister, I thought of my suffering mother, and my heart ached. I want to cry with my sister, too, but I'm my brother and I can't. I wiped away her tears, and I silently swallowed the sour tears like my mother. I pretend to be extravagant in front of my sister, and I don't lack food or many flowers, for fear that she will find that I am short of money. Usually I don't want to spend money to buy food, so I bought it for her at this time. Every time I left, my sister was in tears and didn't want to leave, so I gave her a good scolding. I couldn't help crying when I saw my sister back from the railway station. I am determined to take good care of my sister and make up for her lost maternal love with my brother's love.
I am busy all day, for life, for study and for work. I lost the romance of many young people, but I don't regret it, because I didn't live up to my mother's expectations. So I keep reminding myself that we must cherish and grasp everything now. This is my life.
I will not bow my head. I survived a lot of pain. All I have to do is struggle, for the life I love, for countless loving teachers and classmates, for my sister, and for all the hardships, I have raised my mother.
Zheng 1967 12 was born in Jianping County, Liaoning Province, Han nationality, party member, Ph.D., professor and tutor of master students.
1998 graduated from the Department of Education of Beijing Normal University with a Ph.D. in the history of education, and his research direction is the history of education in China, China; Master of education, research direction is Chinese curriculum and teaching theory; China Bachelor of Arts in Language and Literature.
1998 stayed on as a teacher in July.
Main research direction
Chinese curriculum and teaching theory, the history of Chinese education in China.
The social work I have done.
The core member of the working group of Chinese curriculum standards for basic education curriculum reform of the Ministry of Education is responsible for the formulation of Chinese curriculum standards for primary and secondary schools. Deputy Secretary-General of Academic Committee of National Middle School Chinese Teaching Research Association.
As one of the main persons in charge, in July 2002, he held the "International Symposium on Chinese Education in China in the Centennial and Chinese Curriculum Reform in the New Century" in Yingdong Academic Hall.
Since 200 1, he has undertaken the Chinese curriculum reform of the Ministry of Education and the training of experimental teachers, and has taught more than 80 lectures throughout the country, with a direct audience of more than 50,000 people. Do special programs on Chinese curriculum reform in CCTV ("Contemporary Education" and "Reading Time").
The planning experiment textbook edited by the Ministry of Education and the nine-year compulsory education textbook Chinese (published by Beijing Normal University Press 200 1) have been used by millions of students.
In July, 2000, invited and entrusted by Macao Education and Youth Bureau, it provided Chinese language teachers in Macao with training in Chinese language curriculum design and evaluation. (in the name of the teaching institute of our school)
In 2002, at the invitation of the Hong Kong Federation of Educators, he gave a consultation report on the teaching language and an academic report on the development of Chinese teaching materials for the Hong Kong Education and Manpower Bureau and other units.
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