zheng zhenduo
This morning, before dawn, I was awakened by the telephone ringing in my sleep.
"Do you hear guns and organs?" On the phone.
"Didn't hear. What's the matter? "
"I heard that the Japanese occupied the concession and surrendered to the British soldiers. A British gunboat on the Huangpu River was sunk and an American gunboat surrendered. "
Several phone calls came in succession, some from friends in the newspaper. The facts gradually became clear.
The British warship was sunk, and the officers and men waded ashore, but they were strafed by machine guns on the shore and buried in the water one after another. Japanese soldiers began to enter the concession from Hongkou and the suburbs as scheduled.
The last piece of land considered as an isolated island finally fell into the hands of the enemy.
I hurried to Jinan University on Kangnaotuo Road.
The headmaster and many important persons in charge have arrived. A meeting was held immediately, which was short and tragic, and it was immediately resolved: "When you see a Japanese soldier or a Japanese flag passing through the school gate, you will immediately suspend classes and close the university."
The sun is shining, and the streets are still bustling, without any difference.
We still ring the bell for class. The place where I teach is in a classroom downstairs facing the street. Standing on the platform, I can see the street.
Few students are absent.
"You all know what happened today," I said. "The students all nodded." We have decided to close the school as soon as we see a Japanese soldier or a Japanese flag passing through the school gate. "
The students all showed a firm look on their faces and sat upright. But not a word.
"But I will continue this route as usual and will not stop for a minute until I see Japanese soldiers or Japanese flags."
I didn't waste a second and started talking as usual. The students silently took notes as usual.
This lesson seems to be particularly cordial and clear, and there is something strange in his voice, as if he has made up his mind and finally calmed down; Like a martyr's last supper, like a soldier before a bayonet charge, he is "full of waiting" and calm, without a trace of tension. What should come will definitely come. Everything is ready.
Everyone knows the meaning of this "last lesson". The more I want to talk, the better; The more students are willing to take notes, the better.
Go on, go on, go on. I can't wait to finish all the things that should be taught in this class. The students are taking notes in a rustling way. The heart is useless. The pen keeps swinging.
The same is true of more than a dozen other classrooms.
I feel particularly attached to things that want to "say goodbye" and "leave" The blackboard is particularly bright, the chalk is particularly white and soft, and the small desk feels lovely; The students leaned against the armrest of the chair and felt inseparable. The chair with * * in the morning and evening once used a pen, pencil or pencil sharpener on the armrest, and consciously or unconsciously scribbled many words or sentences. How can you be willing to leave once?
The streets are still smooth and shiny, vendors pass by from time to time, and the sun is shining.
My watch is ticking in my pocket and the sound seems to be audible. ?
No sorrow, no sorrow, only firm determination, calmly waiting for the last moment.
The sound of heavy wheels grinding the ground can be heard in the distance.
In a few minutes. Several military vehicles loaded with Japanese soldiers passed by the school gate, slowly passing from east to west, with the rising sun flag as the pledge and a red circle floating in the wind.
The time is 10: 30 in the morning.
As soon as I saw these cars passing by, I stood up straight, made a gesture of attention, closed the book and firmly announced: "Class is over now!" "
The students stood up in unison without saying a word, and a girl seemed to be sobbing in a low voice.
No students have anything to ask, don't hesitate, don't hesitate, don't hesitate. Everyone has decided what to do and where to go.
A red-hot heart is as solid as steel, and as consistent as a guard of honor marching forward. From the principal to the labor service that day, there was never a consistent recognition.
In this way, the glorious national Jinan University temporarily ended her life in Shanghai and was quietly busy with the transfer work.
People all know the short story "The Last Lesson" by French writer Dodd. But few people know the "last lesson" of Zheng Zhenduo, a famous patriotic writer and scholar in China.
That was 194 1 year, and most of China was still in the hands of the Japanese aggressors. Only the Shanghai Concession is still within the sphere of influence of Britain and the United States, just like an "island". On February 8, 65438, the Island also sank.
Early in the morning, the air in the president's office of Jinan University seems to be frozen. The old headmaster was in tears and was presiding over a short school affairs meeting. Finally, he announced in a trembling voice, "The class will go on as usual. As long as you see a Japanese soldier or a Japanese flag passing through the school gate, you will immediately suspend classes. "
In the silent crowd, there was a middle-aged man with a frown and a thin face. He is Zheng Zhenduo, a professor at Jinan University and dean of the College of Arts.
When the three northeastern provinces just fell, he wrote historical novels "The Arrest of Firefighters" and "Gui Gong Tang", angrily denouncing the Kuomintang's traitorous policy. When writing, he always lashed out and shouted, "Traitor, there is something wrong with the traitor!" " "1936 5438+00 In June, he and Lu Xun and others jointly published the Declaration on Freedom of Speech and Unity in Literary and Art Circles. 1at the end of 937, the Kuomintang troops retreated and Shanghai became an "island". Mr. Zheng still insisted on saving the country in Shanghai.
At that time, Japanese activities were rampant, and many people disappeared and died because of anti-Japanese activities. A few people wavered and even became traitors. Mr. Zheng is awe-inspiring and fearless. 1in March, 938, he joined the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression Association of China literary and art circles and was elected as a director. He also took a part-time job at the Shanghai Academy of Social Sciences, which is known as Shanghai's "Anti-University" and led by the underground party, and trained many cadres for the Party and the New Fourth Army.
One day, an old friend who had just become a traitor came. The man took out a check with a huge sum of money on it and said, "Mr. Zheng, your life has been very difficult recently." Mr. Shimizu already knows. " Mr. Shimizu has always admired your articles and knowledge. On the one hand, he wants you to be in charge of cultural work ... This is a small gift from Mr. Shimizu! "
As soon as Mr. Zheng heard "Shimizu", he knew that he was a Japanese spy in charge of cultural aggression. In a rage, he took out a check and threw it in his old friend's face, cursing: "Blind dog!" " The man had to run away with his tail between his legs. Soon, Liu Zhanen, president of Hujiang University, and Zhang Sixu, a reporter from Damei Evening News, were assassinated, so someone warned: "Be careful!" Mr. Zheng was almost assassinated. Fortunately, he was informed by the students, but then he continued to work hard for the fate of his motherland. ...
Mr. Zheng woke up from his memory and it was almost time for class. He picked up the lecture folder and hurried into the classroom. The classroom was packed and silent, much like the description in the novel The Last Lesson! Mr. Zheng's eyes filled with tears: "I think everyone knows that today is the last lesson in the history of China literature. Always remember that we are from China! " The lecture began, and every minute was extraordinarily quiet. Usually naughty students, today is also holding their breath, full of tears. The unfortunate moment has finally arrived. Not far away, there was a heavy wheel grinding sound, and several trucks had already entered the school gate. In the gloomy wind, a sun flag quivered. The hour hand points to 10: 30.
"Class is over now!" Mr. Zheng straightened up and stood at attention. All the students stood up with a swish. For a long time, no one spoke, only a few girls sobbed in a low voice. The patriotic flame burned in the chests of teachers and students, and they clenched their fists one by one.
This is the last lesson of Mr. Zheng Zhenduo in Jinan University, and it is also the "last lesson" of his teaching career. After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, he was deprived of the right to teach because he continued to oppose the Kuomintang's pro-American traitorous policy, and Chiang Kai-shek also prohibited any university from hiring him. But Mr. Zheng's lofty patriotism and ambition to serve the country in The Last Lesson has educated thousands of latecomers in Qian Qian!
It also reflects patriotic feelings. What's the difference between The Last Lesson written by Dude and The Last Lesson written by Zheng Zhenduo?
Dude's "The Last Lesson" shows patriotism in the language of loving the motherland, while Zheng Zhenduo's "The Last Lesson" shows patriotism by being ready to resist enemy aggression.