我的老师

  我的高中是在文革中度过的。说到这个时候，大家很快会想到一个词，叫“荒漠”，因为这是一个一望无际的荒漠的时代。可是你们大概谁都不能想到，本人受到的最好的教育恰恰是在文化大革命中。为什么？因为当时有一批苏州城、无锡城名校里头的名师，下放在江苏盐城那一大片芦苇荡里。他们到了我所在的中学，做了我的老师。

    那些老师各有各的品性，各有各的脾气。特别要感激的是我的语文老师，她是南京大学的高材生。这位女性是我心目中最高贵、最美丽的人。在以后的生活中，我千百次寻找过，但是再也没有找到过一位这样的女性。

    我记得她第一次走上讲台，把两只手轻轻地悬在讲台上，她没有带粉笔，没有带备课笔记，也没有带语文教材，是空手走上来的。她望着我们，说：“同学们，什么叫‘语文’？”然后她用了两节课的时间，给我们阐释了什么叫“语文”。那期间，天开始下雨，她把脑袋转向窗外，对我们说：“同学们，你们知道吗，一年四季的雨是不一样的。”

    然后她又说：“同学们，你们知道吗，一天里的雨也是不一样的，上午的雨与早晨的雨不一样，下午的雨与上午的雨也不一样，傍晚的雨与夜里的雨也不一样。”然后她又说：“同学们，你们知道吗，雨落在草丛中和落在水塘里，那个样子和发出来的声音都是不一样的。”至今还记得，我们所有的同学都把脑袋转向了窗口，那个时候，外面有一大片荷花，千万条银色的雨丝纷纷飘落在那口很大很大的荷花塘里。这就是我的语文老师。

    大概一个星期之后，她走上讲台，那是一节作文课。她说了一句话：“同学们，你们知道吗，我们班上作文写得最不好的同学是曹文轩。”在此之前，我的历任语文老师都说作文写得最好的同学是曹文杆。这个反差太大了！对我来讲，这个打击是巨大的，我根本无法接受她的判断，所以我当着她的面就把作文本撕了，扔在了地上，一头冲出了教室，来到了离教室不远处的一条大河边。我至今还记得，我坐在大河边上，望着那条河，把地上的石子、瓦片一块一块狠狠地砸到水面上，一边砸，嘴里一边骂：“丑八怪！”

    晚上，我回到了学校，来到了她的宿舍门口，我记得自己不是轻轻地把她的门敲开，而几乎是用脚把她的门踢开的。她拉开了门，站在门口，微笑地看着我，说；“你请进来坐一会儿。”然后我就进了她的卧室，看到了她不知道从哪里搞来的我的六本作文本，她把这六本作文本一本一本地排列在她的桌子上，然后说：“你过来看看，我们先不说内容，就看这些字，前几本的那些作文，字非常稚拙，但是能看出你非常地认真。你再看看那最后一本作文，你的字已经张扬到什么程度了，你已经浮躁到什么程度了！”

    她又说：“在这六本作文本里，都有一篇作文是写春天的，你在第一本里写春天的时候是非常诚实的，是非常朴素的对春天的描写。但是后来你慢慢地控制不住自己了，你有必要用那么多的形容词吗？你的作文写得越来越臃肿，越来越夸张。当那些老师都说你有才气的时候，你就已经不知道自己是谁了。”她说：“才气，有时候是害人的。”

    我记得那一天离开她的宿含，走进校园，只见明月当空，清澈的月光铺在校园里头，温婉如水。那个夜晚是值得我一生铭记的。没有那个夜晚，就没有我以后漫长的人生道路。这就是我的语文老师。

    我要说语文和语文老师，对一个学生的成长是至关重要的。我这里无意贬低其他学科的老师对学生的作用，我只是说语文和语文老师是无可替代的。语文老师永远是一所学校品质的构建者和体现者。我无法想象一所学校没有语文和语文老师，我也无法想象这个世界上没有语文和语文老师。

英语翻译：

My high school was spent in the Cultural Revolution. Speaking of this time, everyone will soon think of a word called "desert", because this is an era of endless deserts. But probably none of you can think that the best education I received happened during the Cultural Revolution. why? Because at that time there were a group of famous teachers from Suzhou City and Wuxi City's prestigious schools, and they were placed in a large reed swamp in Yancheng, Jiangsu. They went to my middle school and became my teacher.

    Each of those teachers has its own character and temperament. I am especially grateful to my Chinese teacher, she is a top student of Nanjing University. This woman is the most noble and most beautiful person in my mind. In my future life, I have searched thousands of times, but I have never found a woman like this again.

    I remember the first time she walked up to the podium and hung her two hands gently on the podium. She did not bring chalk, no preparation notes, nor Chinese textbooks. She came up empty-handed. She looked at us and said: "Classmates, what is "Chinese"?" Then she spent two classes to explain to us what "Chinese" is. During that time, it started to rain. She turned her head out of the window and said to us: "Classmates, do you know that rain is different throughout the year."

    Then she said: "Classmates, do you know that the rain in a day is also different, the rain in the morning is different from the rain in the morning, the rain in the afternoon is different from the rain in the morning, the rain in the evening is different from the rain in the night? It's not the same." Then she said again: "Classmates, do you know that when the rain falls in the grass and in the pond, the appearance and the sound it makes are different." I still remember all of us. All of the classmates turned their heads to the window. At that time, there was a large lot of lotus outside, and thousands of silver raindrops fell in the big lotus pond. This is my Chinese teacher.

    About a week later, she stepped onto the podium, which was a composition class. She said: "Classmates, do you know that the classmate who writes the worst composition in our class is Cao Wenxuan." Before that, my previous Chinese teachers said that the classmate who wrote the best composition was Cao Wen. Rod. This contrast is too big! For me, the shock was huge, and I couldn’t accept her judgment at all, so I tore up the writing in front of her, threw it on the ground, rushed out of the classroom, and arrived not far from the classroom. Near a big river. I still remember that I was sitting on the edge of a big river, looking at the river, and smashing the stones and tiles on the ground one by one on the water. While smashing them, I cursed: "Ugly!"

    In the evening, I returned to school and came to the door of her dormitory. I remember that I didn't knock on her door gently, but almost kicked her door open with my foot. She opened the door, stood at the door, looked at me with a smile, and said, "Please come in and sit for a while." Then I went into her bedroom and saw my six essays that she didn't know where she got from. Ben, she arranged the texts of the six books on her table one by one, and then said: "Come and take a look. Let's not talk about the content, but just look at these words. The essays in the first few books are very naive. , But you can see that you are very serious. Look at the last composition again, to what extent your writing has been publicized, and how impetuous you have b