In a small world, a big hope is planted: my rural teacher life

The essay "Mr. Little" of the writer Pang Yuliang recently won the eighth (2018-2021) Lu Xun Literature Award.

In the mid -1980s, Pang Yuliang, who graduated from the normal normal, was assigned to a rural school as a teacher. Because of his thin figure, he was called "Mr. Xiao" by the children. Behind this unique title is the unique care of Pang Yuliang for rural children.

Under this care, the teacher was able to grow together with the children. The children's unsatisfactory smiles and clear hearts gave the "Mr. Xiao" another spiritual "infinite universe" outside of rural teaching.

The following is a brief description and four stories in "Mr. Little" -including children who secretly hold a flower on the office door, and have children who can always "grow a pair of eyes" on their own shoes. There is also a child who brings his own black dog to school together ...

In these stories, we can see the hard -to -see environment in that difficult environment, the vitality of the teenagers and the prosperity of life itself.

For writers Pang Yuliang, they are beautiful memories that can be revised and warmed. It is a big hope in the small world. For readers, they point to the past, but also for the future to illuminate our moment and the present.

The following is selected from "Mr. Little":

1. Mr. Xiao said

He was admitted to the teacher at the age of 16. He started teaching after graduating from the 18 -year -old teacher. He was called Mr. Xiao.

That year was 1985, and Mr. Xiao caught up with the first teacher's day, there was a notes that belonged to the preparation of his children.

On the cover of this cowhide paper notebook, it is full of ravaged chalk ash: how many lessons have he taken from his body for so many years, how many sounds have he rushed out of his body, and it is like the chalk fingerprint on the cover notes of the notes. Essence

Remember to write down the scene when the first material "One Raw Character". At that time, he was just 18 years old, a little Mr. with a height of 1.62 meters in height.

Mr. Xiao and the children grew together. He used a hundred lessons for the lesson preparation notes. On the cover of the cowhide paper cover with the corner, there were many chalk gray fingerprints.

Large fingerprint, small fingerprint, fingerprints to line up together, walking fingerprints together, fingering the fingerprints of the game together, squeezing warm fingerprints together ...

Large fingerprints, small fingerprints, one, one, one, overlapping, familiar and fresh.

Mr. Xiao said: Please take care of it!

Second, a lustful chalk flower

The children in the country have the hobbies of big characters since childhood, and they like to insist on the wall. They can often see their "graffiti" on the wall of the brick wall on the wall of the bricks. In addition to the black juice of the topic of the inscription, there are red bricks and blue bricks. In fact, their favorite is to graffiti with chalk. So there are many children with sneak pens.

At the beginning, I didn't know. After I finished class, they would coax to rush to wipe the blackboard. Later, I learned that they were going to pick up the remaining chalk heads, especially the colorful chalk. Our school also had an obedient student who liked to "learn" unobtrusive students in his chalk. It is his turn to class, and there are so many disobedient students. This is really no way.

I know that many children have some secret chalk heads. They can draw the content they need on the ground. Draw a grinning ghost. Draw a car. Draw the sun (and light), some draw a line, extend all the way on the road, turn around, and stop until your door is stopped, as if he puts a fishing line, and he is the one he caught. Big fish. There are also some children who drew a lot of traps, be careful of mine, etc., so that many people on the road were careful. Some also have the names, small names and nicknames written on the ground, and the words "knocking down". The worst time I did not know who wrote the name of the principal, and was seen by the principal. The principal was very angry and repeatedly metdown to reiterate the significance of love to protect the public. When it comes to the end, no one allows anyone to litter the chalk, and the chalk heads are concentrated to the General Affairs Office.

But there is always a sparseness. The losing the chalk still happened one day after the president's speech, a teacher returned to the office after class and found that the chalk was broken. There was a hole. The chalk inside was missing. The chalk inside was gone. Essence I asked many students, including the stem, and said they didn't pick it up. When the matter was reported to the principal, the principal smiled and said that it must be stolen. They do not know how many babies, believe it or not, and the wall is a "ghost painting" on the wall for a few days. A teacher came up with an idea that it was easy to check. But in this way, there was a guide to the guideline. After a week, there were no suspects. Later, it faded, who would not be able to live with a box of chalk.

After a long time, I opened the door of the office. A chalk on the door of the office was swaying. To be honest, the flower painted was not beautiful, the flower plate was inclined, and the petals were not complete. Open flowers. Who draws a flowing temper? I looked at it for a while and felt that a feeling moved me. I picked up a chalk and drew a bee on the chalk flower.

I thought others would not pay attention. I had to know that a lot of teachers who walked into the office said that this flower was too big and a bit like sunflowers; this bee is too big, a bit like birds. Who painted this? Tell the principal quickly. That's the case, but no one told the principal. After a while, the principal came to see, he didn't say whether it was well painted, and did not ask who painted it. After a while, there are many similar sunflowers, bees or chrysanthemums and birds on the walls of the village. I think there must be those children who sneaked out. I don't say it, they won't say it, a huge chalk is spent in our hearts.

The chalk on the office door has not been wiped off for a long time. One day the fog, I saw the lust on the door of the office disappeared, and I thought who wiped it out. But the fog was dispersed, the sun rose, and the sound of reading flew into the office for a while. I saw the chalk flower again. The chalk flower was still on the door of the office, as if it was just drawn. Seeing this painting, my heart seemed to be full of bees' shiny singing, and Dangdang's bell did not scare them away. Instead, the more and more gathered, squeezing my heart into a sweet honeycomb.

Third, cloth shoes have a pair of eyes

The boy's father was lying on the bed, so his mother came to the school to request tuition fees at the beginning of each semester. Whenever he walked at this time, he was very strange, for fear of stepping on the ants on the ground, and walked silently. Once, I saw him behind his mother. His mother followed the principal. The principal walked on a meteor. His mother had to walk in a small stride, and the boy chased his mother like a shadow. I want to see the face of this boy, but he lowered his head, I really don't know what he was thinking at this time.

When the boy took the principal's approval to the office, he lowered his head. He looked at his feet and tried to hide something. If you take a closer look, you will find that the cloth shoes on the boy's feet have a pair of eyes (the thumbs on the feet have been probed). Later in winter, I found that his cotton shoes also had a pair of eyes. God knows how he wore shoes. His mother once told me, how could he "eat" shoes like this? Intersection

I don't know why he can "eat" shoes in this way. I have observed the usual walking posture of this boy, like a goat jumping. Tum, jump again. Still kicking the soil pull on the road. As if everything on the ground hindered him. For this reason, his mother did not beat him, and his mother beat him elsewhere, but only hit his mouth. So I often saw the scars on his face, and I also asked him to talk about it for this matter. He promised me (he promised quickly) that he must walk well in the future. But when he turned his butt, he forgot, he still jumped so and still kicked. The new shoes that his mother just made could not pass two days, she could "open" a pair of eyes, blank and innocent eyes. I also believe in his mother's words -unless you ask the blacksmith to give him a pair of iron shoes!

Iron shoes were definitely not. Later, I found that he put on a pair of cloth shoes in front of him. His mother finally came up with a way to put a layer of skin on the front of the cloth shoes he put on. It is strange to say that he wore the cloth shoes in front of the skin and did not kick, and walking became careful, but this was only temporary. Soon he recovered the original, still like a goat, still jumping, what to meet, what to meet, what to meet, what to meet, what is encountering? What did he even kick the tree! I don't know if he walks quickly with this. He could catch any spy when he was caught, so his partners were unwilling to take him to hide and seek together. In order to join the game, he vowed to his partners no longer running fast and no longer running faster, but once he played, he Still running the fastest, sometimes he ran away, and he didn't catch him, or he didn't play with him, he had to run over and swear again. When no one was playing, he climbed the tree. Once I saw two cloth shoes under the tree, I knew he was on the tree, but how could this shoe be called shoes, and I could only call the dough into an old newspaper.

One day, I found that he wore a pair of yellow gel shoes without wearing cloth shoes, and I was very happy. Yellow rubber shoes are still a bit big. He still walked very well, walking, as if it was changed from a goat to a horse. After a few days later, I saw him fighting with a group of students again. A student accidentally stepped on his feet and only listened to the "scoop". Holding yellow gel shoes, looking at the left, looking right, he couldn't see any scars. In the end, he got up and stomped his feet again. After confirming that he was correct, he went back to the classroom. I have seen how long his athletes have been. This may be the real reason why the shoes have a pair of eyes.

Four, a black dog is called A San

Every day, there is always a black dog shaking his tail at the door of our classroom. It also smelled the pants legs of every classmate who came to school like a teacher on the class before class. Some students bothering him and kicking it, and it was not annoyed. He retreated to the side and saw the next classmate. Faced with this unknown black dog, the principal said it was useless a few times. One was that the dog couldn't get rid of it, and it followed his master loyally; the other was because the dog was a half -dumb dog, there was no sound; It is this dog that can identify who is the teacher and who is the student. In the end, the principal couldn't help but warned us that I had emphasized that I had emphasized, and I emphasized once again that the dogs that bite people are not screaming, beware of it.

The black dog was brought by a boy with a gold earrings on the right ear in the class. When he was in school, he ran over, and he followed him when he was out of school. This boy will also whistle. The whistle is a pose, and the short black dog is a posture. This black dog's name is A San. The other boys whistled this black dog never listened, and later simply called the boy as A San. A San, A San, A San, I really don't know if they call or call a dog. I once saw the black dog that was quiet underground, and tried to call, A San! Unexpectedly, the boy who wrote in the classroom stood flushed, and he hesitated to walk in front of me, making me somehow. Later I knew about it. I went to the office and told other colleagues. The colleagues said that this dog ghost can know people and know the principal most. As soon as the principal approaches, it will stand up and shake the tail, and see other people standing all standing. Don't stand, fall asleep, make a dream.

Later, I came to check in the township, and Black Dog Ashi Three % of our school had a problem. The principal solemnly talked about this problem. I found this boy later. The boy promised not to bring it the next day, but the third in the morning the next morning, the black dog ran to our classroom and shook his head to swing his head. Come in, black eyes are slippery. It is the owner A San who wants to find it. When I saw his master rushed out of the classroom first, he suddenly fled at the black dog, and the dog fled panickedly.

In the first class in the afternoon, the black dog came again, standing far away from the classroom, like a punctuation or typo. I had to shout out its owner, and the dog came out at the first sight of the dog and quickly followed. I told the boy A San that you should not come to school in the afternoon, and the people in the inspection team will soon come. After I finished speaking, the boy froze, then squatted down and cried, the black dog also squatted under his feet, the dog cried, and the shiny tears rolled over the dark dog's deep eye sockets. Then rolled to the ground and broke. I have never seen a dog crying, and this dog tears is particularly impressive. I don't want to say anything anymore.

In the later inspection team, there was almost no inspection classroom, and they didn't care about a black dog. In fact, at that time, our principal was like a black dog. He shook his head to the inspection team and piled up a bitter smile.

Once I talked about snow, I also improvised a poem: "Black dogs are white, white dogs are swollen", letting students guess. Later, the season of hitting dogs in winter was here, and from time to time, anyone disappeared. This black dog A San was also eaten, and after eating, he quietly returned to the boy Ashijia a dog skin (this is our custom here, not annoyed).

The boy A San, who was accompanied by this black dog, looked very lonely. He was unwilling to talk more, and he did not make trouble with other boys, and he was particularly disgusted with others called him A San. , Also hit someone, but if you can't beat people, you can bite people, really like a dog. I have dealt with several times for this reason that he was fighting because of calling him A San. His little eyes were also bone, with a high head with a gold earrings, and his face was straightforward. I really didn't know how to say him.

Five, lonely eggs are familiar

During the distribution of teachers, we were told that there was a preferential policy in rural teaching, that is, we can get grade salary during the first year of internship. This is the policy. After calculating, the total total income is still a lot less than the classmates in the city.

The difference in income is also the same. What is tight is the endless loneliness of the countryside, especially the loneliness of rural schools at night. Whenever the busy season, many private teachers have to rush back to farmers. The staying in the stay at night, we listened to the scream, and there was a pain in our hearts. In the past, I experienced a gap in the heart of the teacher. After a few years of urban life, there was another gap in the hearts of the country. When the old teacher saw the depression, we were very worried, so we taught us a way. We used to be much more bitter than you in the past, but we have our way. We used steel plates to engrave their lectures while hanging an aluminum box on the cover lamp to cook eggs. The lecture was engraved and the eggs were cooked. They taught us that we could buy some eggs with farmers. The past eggs were cheap, and the eggs were a penny. Eat eggs to make up for the brain.

Fortunately, the countryside often stops power, and everyone has a shiny cover lamp. Eggs are not much more expensive than in the past, about one dime. Aluminum boxes were also hung on the cover lamp, and I also started to talk about the students under the cover of the cover. I pulled out a piece of wax paper from the rolling bucket installed with wax paper, then paved the steel plate, and wrote it on it with an iron pen. (If the iron pen is broken, you can also write it in a waste round bead pen, but the word is thicker). Squeak. Squeak. The wax on the wax paper was rolled up by the plow of the iron pen, squeak, and another layer of wax paper was rolled up by my pen. It ’s better for a row, then peel the wax paper from the steel plate, move it up, and see how your words are written through the light of the cover ... squeak, squeak, squeak, fresh and happy. Often a piece of wax paper is covered, and the eggs in the aluminum box are almost cooked. When I carved the wax paper and peeled the eggs (the eggs were hot, I needed two hands to roll back and forth), the frogs in my heart yelled in my heart. I don't know how many wax paper I wrote and how many steel plates I used. (Over the front side). I firmly remember that the brand of wax paper is called "kite card". The brand of iron pens and steel plates is called "torch brand". Kite and torch are what my lonely heart needs.

I started writing the words of wax paper. It was not good. In the words of the principal, it was blowing down like a gust of wind. He also guided me how to use the tattoo of the steel plate to write lectures. There is also a tedious process after engraving the lecture, that is, the seal test papers. Our school does not have a full -time oil printing worker. The chief director of the black face is sometimes served as concurrently. So we learned how to use fire oil to bind ink, wax paper, hold the ink roller, and tailor paper, and orderly. After a semester, I sorted out the lectures I sent to the students, and I had a thick stack. Winter came, and I went to the Ministry of Martial Arts in the county to buy a yellow military coat. I wrapped the Huang Jun coat and engraved the wax paper. It was very cold, and the eggs on the cover were cooked. I held it in my hand and noses the nose on my nose. I plowed by me. "Name-" "Scholars-" "Score-". I have to write these first, and then start writing the first item. After the engraving, the original thick wax paper was carved lightly by me, and there was a kind of transparent in the light. I know that I have carved the lonely wax paper into a test paper like the old teacher.

At the age of 18, the author graduated from a normal school and became a rural teacher. He was affectionately called "Mr. Xiao" by the children. Starting from his first teacher's day, he recorded the children in the process of growing up with innocence. In the summer, Mr. Xiao established a deep friendship with the children, and he also painted a beautiful educational life.

Pang Yu Liang | "Mr. Little" (Young Edition) | People's Literature Press

This is a rural teacher's note full of love and tenderness. After graduating from the age of eighteen, Mr. Xiao came to elementary school deep in the water village and became a rural teacher. Behind the laptop of the preparation, Mr. Xiao recorded the story that happened in the child's life. Girls with jumping ropes, boys with fingers, naughty paper planes, and laughing mud are full of grass. Vivid and childlike children. "Mr. Little" is a song of love, known as the "Chinese version of" Education of Love ". Once it is listed, it has been printed continuously. A number of lists such as "China Good Books in 2021" were shortlisted.

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