At that time, his family was well-off, with land, mules and horses, and business in Qingdao and Caijia Station. When my father was four years old, he was kidnapped by bandits on a windy and moonless night. The bandits swept his father away from the North Gate like a whirlwind. My great grandfather hurried to catch up with him in his clothes and said loudly to the bandits, "You are not doing it for money. Put the children down and I will go with you!" Use your own flesh and blood to exchange 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 his later years, my father talked to me about my great grandfather many times emotionally, saying that he was handsome and distinguished. My father has gone through several big hurdles in his life, and all of them have passed safely and narrowly. He believes that my great grandfather has blessed him under the grave.
My father attended primary school in his hometown, junior high school and senior high school in Gaomi Middle School and Jimo Middle School in Shandong Province respectively. His studies were 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-class peasant, the number of places is forced to change. My father hurried to the examination room without preparation and passed Qufu Normal College.
I was born when my father was a sophomore. When my father came back from winter vacation, he saw a big fat boy on the kang. He was so happy that he leaned down and kissed and teased. The mother said, "I haven't named it yet. Give my son a name." Father thought for a moment and said, "I study in Qufu, so call him Qufu." Qufu is a land of sages, and it is a bit literary. " This is what my mother told me later.
After graduating from college, my father was assigned to teach in No.1 Middle School in Juxian County, Linyi, where he stayed for fifteen years, and only came back in the autumn vacation and winter vacation every year. As soon as the children became familiar with him and warmed up, they were about to 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, and the fields were quiet, only the footsteps of us creaking and the noise of autumn insects on the roadside. My father said kindly, "Your letter to me is well written, with clear meaning and organization." I mumbled an explanation: "That's what my second grandfather taught me to write." "That's not bad, a pupil." He continued lovingly: "Once I left the letter on my desk after reading it. When a teacher saw it, the teachers passed it on and read it to the students in the classroom. When I receive your letter later, 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 compositions I brought you?" "good." "Fortunately, where? Tell me about it. " I stammered, scratching my head. My father stopped bothering me and told me about the excellent students in his class, which fascinated me like a story. Unconsciously, I walked out of the ten miles. In front of me was the Wulong River, and I boarded the high embankment. My father took the baggage and said, "Don't send it, go back quickly." With that, I took out two steamed buns from my small bag and gave them to me. Watching my father go away in the misty glow of the sunset, I feel extremely 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 about my conversation with my father, I felt indescribable happiness and sweetness.
The first time my father impressed me as a man who was the pillar of my family was when the political storm hit in 1967 and my family was in danger. My grandfather and my second grandfather, who served as village cadres for many years, were both attacked for no reason. First, the tumor under my second grandfather's jaw became inflamed and suppurated, and he was admitted to Weifang People's Hospital. Grandpa went to see him and felt uncomfortable with his eyes. When he went to the clinic, he found that it was a malignant tumor of the eye and immediately underwent surgery. Grandpa's condition did not improve and continued to deteriorate. My father decided to take him to Beijing for treatment.
grandpa and grandma were childless and never separated from grandpa. grandma died when I can't remember. our sisters were brought up by grandma, and the two old people treated us better than our own.
on the morning of departure, it was overcast and the autumn wind was bleak, and the family and neighbors who saw me off gathered in front of the door. Grandpa stood by with an eye patch and a dignified look. We children snuggled up to our sad-looking second grandma, and our kind neighbors comforted and enlightened her. Grandpa two and his father came out from home. Grandpa two was tall and wore a big coat, and the tumor under his jaw was swollen like a small pumpkin. His father was carrying a simple travel bag, calm and capable. My father greeted everyone with a smile, and then came to the second grandmother with deep affection. The second grandmother choked and said, "My son, you should be more careful when you are out of the door so far!" My father leaned down and gently took his thin second grandma with his arms. He said confidently, "Er Nian, 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 told, turned around, followed by grandpa two, 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 tall, just like a mountain.
My father contacted Peking University People's Hospital on behalf of his classmates who worked in the Naval Command. Grandpa's tumor was benign, but the operation was quite complicated. It took more than seven hours, and my father was pacing back and forth anxiously outside the operating room for more than seven hours. Fortunately, the operation was very successful. During the recovery, the doctor cured the old stomach trouble of Grandpa Two. Grandpa Two came back as if he were a different person, healthy and laughing.
Grandpa was suffering from an incurable disease. My father found out a folk prescription and sent him scorpions from Juxian County to fry them for a long time. As a result, there was no recurrence after surgery and he was cured. Medical experts have been to my home for follow-up investigation.
after the storm, the big family regained its former happiness.
In the autumn of 1974, my father finally came back from Juxian County and was assigned to Jinggou Middle School, 2 miles away from home, as a Chinese teacher. At this time, I have entered high school.
In the spring of 1975, a great debate on educational thoughts was launched on the national education front, and the movement spread to my school. When I was a teenager, my thoughts were a little radical, and I thought I was a little literary, so I quickly got involved. As it intensified, the news reached his father's ear. On Saturday, my father came home, had dinner, and called me 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 was tight, and I had a hunch. He said in an unprecedented serious tone: "I know what you made at school!" It is inappropriate for you to do this and you should stop it immediately! " I can't help but be stunned. 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 exchanged 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. " Seeing that I was holding my neck and saying nothing, my father simply took me to sit down at the bridge by the roadside and had a long talk with me from my understanding of political movements. Thorough and meticulous analysis and earnest persuasion finally made me wake up and have the intention of turning around. Go back to school and gradually fade out of sports. The later situation proved that my father's words were correct. Since then, I have adopted a very rational and prudent attitude towards politics.
A father has a high standard in choosing a wife for his son. With the growth of age, I have been introduced to the girls. The girls mentioned are all outstanding in appearance, virtuous and capable, and they are personally matchmaking by their married sisters or aunts, but my father did not agree. There is only one reason. The other party's education level is low, which shows that he attaches importance to education. After being engaged to someone who graduated from high school and served as a private teacher, the college entrance examination system was resumed in the autumn of that year, and we both signed up for the exam at the same time. Originally, I wanted to enter a junior college, but my father said, "Apply to a secondary school, which is safer." Obviously, he is well thought out. My father made great efforts for our review, hoping that both of us could pass the exam and have a happy result. He studied politics and history, taught Chinese and politics for many years, and was very good at guiding exams. He brought back the review outline and answers every week, first sent one to the prospective daughter-in-law, and then gave me another. Once I came to the prospective daughter-in-law's house, I wanted to say a few words in person. The other party went to a foreign village to cut clothes. When my father came home and got off the car, he said angrily, "This is no time to make clothes." There is love in words. Yeah, I keep winding up, too. At the urging of my father, after personal hard work, we both got our wish and were admitted, which took a key step on the road of life and became a much-told story in the village.
to my surprise, I rarely met my father in my childhood, and I was separated from him more than I got together. After I was admitted to Gaomi Normal University, my father and son became face-to-face teachers and students in the classroom. In the autumn of 1978, 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 has arrived, and my father, like the intellectuals, threw off his arm and started to work with ease. At that time, the family was in a difficult economic period. Six children, my sister had been married, and the rest were at school. Grandpa was old and lost his ability to work, and his expenses depended on his limited salary. In the cold winter, he didn't even give up buying a pair of cotton shoes. He wore those thin wrinkled leather shoes and hurried between the office and the classroom. One stop in the classroom without heating facilities was a class. In the early morning, I ran with the students on the frozen playground. After class, I walked and talked with the students in the snow. At night, the lights in the office stayed up until late. He has become more and more busy. In addition to teaching and the work of the class teacher, he makes special reports or lectures for teachers and students, teaches training courses for teachers in the county, writes textbooks in the province, goes to various places to participate in teaching and research activities, and participates in marking the college entrance examination. His mood is so full and energetic, just like being tireless. My father worked in a normal school for seventeen years, which was the most brilliant stage of his life, and reached the peak of his career. He won various honorary titles such as Shandong Super Teacher, Shandong Excellent Teacher and Shandong Excellent Head Teacher, and was promoted to senior lecturer in the first batch, and took up the post of school management.
My father is a warm-hearted and open-minded person. In his office and dormitory, there are often hometown children who are dressed simply, honest and slightly depressed. Some of them want to transfer to another school, some want to repeat their studies, and some want to ask their father for advice. His father always takes time out to do his best to help. These children went through twists and turns, and later most of them entered the university threshold. When they came back from vacation and went to school, they regarded their father as the only place to pass. Father happily called the food from the kitchen for warm hospitality, and addressed them affectionately and brightly. They talked about each other in such a speculative way, confided in each other, and forgot to make friends.
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After graduating from normal school in 198, I became a math teacher. In the summer of 1984, I was transferred from school to the county education bureau to work as a writer. Many people think that this has something to do with my father, and he found me a relationship. In fact, this is completely a guess. According to my father's temperament, I won't operate such things for us. Besides, I didn't have such an idea at that time. It was a leader of the Education Bureau who sent someone to secretly "give a test" based on his initial impression that I could write something.
My father was happy for my new job and gave me strong help when I was in trouble. When I first entered the office, I was not used to it. My writing was unfamiliar and I was at a loss. I often couldn't write a word on the manuscript paper for a long time, and I was quite upset. I once wanted to back down. When my father learned about it, he hurriedly found me a large stack of People's Education and Shandong Education, separated the useful articles with hinges and asked me to read them intensively, and told me to pay attention to current politics, develop the habit of newspaper clippings and taking notes, and pay attention to the accumulation of information. He said that everyone who engages in writing has to go through a hard and hard process, so don't be anxious. Under the guidance of my father, I began with imitation, devoted myself to exploration, and gradually found my feeling. I once accompanied the director to attend a symposium for young teachers in Gaomi No.1 Middle School. After coming back, I wrote an article on "Measures and Experiences of Cultivating Young Teachers in Gaomi No.1 Middle School" overnight, and sent it to China Education News, which was published in the full text of 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 in the newspaper layout. I held the newspaper for my father to read. To my surprise, my father looked very calm and indifferent. While eating dinner, he said seriously, "Writing is the housekeeping skill of the secretarial staff in the office. It is a very common thing to publish an article. It is nothing remarkable. This is just the beginning." Then Kan Kan and I talked about the achievements and attainments of his classmates who were engaged 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.
Father is the kind of person who has both theoretical level and practical writing ability. The work summary submitted by teachers to the Education Bureau every year has been written by his father for several years, and his speeches on some large occasions have 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 clearly, let alone speak frankly. In the face of my poor physical condition, he was more concerned about and paid more attention to his son's health and safety. I am a typical allergic constitution. I have allergic symptoms in my childhood. When I enter the young and middle age, my allergic reaction is getting worse. I am often tortured and exhausted, which has a great impact on my life and work. My father was so worried about his son that he finally took a Sunday off. He took me everywhere to seek medical advice, stewed me with Cordyceps sinensis, and washed me with herbal water. He also personally wrote to the Beijing Institute of Immunology and the 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 Mr. Wang Ziping's "Eliminating Diseases and Prolonging Twenty Potentials", he cut it out and let me practice against illustrations. Deep and broad fatherly love, so that I did not sink in the face of illness, but with an optimistic attitude towards everything. After about forty-five years old, my physical condition finally turned for the better, and my allergic symptoms gradually disappeared and then recovered, from "being at the end of my tether" to "having a bright future."