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众生皆是一粒沙尘,历经一遭,终化灰烬。然而,也就是这一遭,却也得欢欣鼓舞。
All living beings are as tinny as a grain of sand or dust. They turn to ashes in the end after seeing this world. However, even this short experience also highly elated them.
一个月前,绍兴市高级中学资深数学高级教师戴志祥逝世。戴志祥老师近四十年躬耕教坛,获中国科学技术发展基金会第八届孙越琦科技教育基金家乡教育奖,给第二届、第三届WMTC(世界数学团体锦标赛)命制试题,孜孜不倦,成绩卓越,桃李满园。
A month ago, Dai Zhixiang, a senior math teacher in Shaoxing Senior High School, departed from the world forever. Mr. Dai Zhixiang has devoted himself to teaching career for nearly 40 years. During this time, he won the China Education Award of the 8th Sun Yueqi Science and Technology Education Fund of the Home Science and Technology Development Foundation, and assigned test questions for the 2nd and 3rd WMTC (World Mathematical Group Championships). He worked tirelessly, achieved outstanding results, and taugh a large sum of students.
单位领导、亲友、学生纷纷送行。大家动笔,绍兴市高级中学王小牛《琐忆》、朱刚英《斯人已逝,恩情难忘》 、金江华《语短情长念师父》、王伟波《师恩如山》、朱继红《忆恩师》、戴英《忆师父戴志祥老师》、学生胡新良《永远的戴老师》、学生骆永华《往事并不如烟》、马山中学90届高三(4)班全体同学《音容宛在,教诲长存》、绍兴市科技工作者服务中心戴静《秋天,想起你和一些温暖的事——敬我的父亲戴志祥》,十篇文章以寄哀思,敬勉孜孜不倦之人。
School Leaders, relatives, friends and students saw him off one after another. Let’s start with Wang Xiaoniu’s Lock the Memories, there are ten articles dedicated to mourning and encouraging tirless people: Gratitude to the man written by Zhu Gangying, Jin Jianghua’s Memories of My Master, Dai Zhixiang, Wang Weibo’s Gratitude to Master, Zhu Jihong’s Memories of Master, Dai Ying’s Memories of Master Dai Zhixiang, Memories of Teacher Dai from student Hu Xinliang, Student Luo Yonghua’s Memories of the Past Last Long, Forever Face and Voice, Lasting Education by all the students from Class 4, Grade 3, 90th graduate students of Mashan Middle School , and Think of You and Some Warm Things in Autumn - to my father Dai Zhixiang written by Dai Jing from Shaoxing Science and Technology Worker Service Center.
岁月很长,生命很短,几人,几笔,对远方的惦念之人、对心中不能释怀之人,娓娓倾诉,熟悉、陌生的,每一份独家记忆。
心之所铭,便是长存。(戴静 文 潘杰 译)
Years are long, while life is short. A few people, a few strokes, pour out their heart to those who misses far away, to those who can’t let go, and talk about familiar or unfamiliar exclusive memories.
What the heart inscribes is permanensce.
(Written by Dai Jing;Translated by Olivia Pan)
Autumn, think of you and some warm things
—— respected my father, Dai Zhixiang
Shaoxing City science and technology workers Service Center Dai Jing
"The school intends to edit a group of articles in memory of your father. You / colleague / apprentice / student write, I have contacted several students. After you do this day, rest stage, calm down and write one?"Received Wang Xiaoniu teacher's WeChat, a contraction of the heart, returning home with complicated feelings.
Many images of life, under the immersion has become the dust, in memory, more or less, or show or hidden mixed with my reinterpretation of past love, time in the erosion of life, also accepted the memory wash —— past trying to break away from the trap, let yourself precipitation, leaving an empty nest, hanging there, make the dead birds in the curtain of reality of whirling light and shadow.
I wanted to seal my memory, at some time, naturally sit and talk old things.
However, I understand that all the words in this world for thousands of years are doing the same article —— part for ever. Farewell, is the end and the beginning, is the pain and is the hope. The best attitude to say goodbye is to say goodbye well. It is said that goodbye should be said in advance, to the real time to really say goodbye can not say well. During the five years when my father was in the intensive care unit, I gradually tried to prepare myself to say goodbye.
My father, with his bare hands, dealt with him all his life. It is said that the reading stage is recognized by the teachers and students as "good appearance", not only that, homework is the first. When I was born, the word in my father's office was that Dai had given birth to a "well.", the father's brother said to his wife,The eldest brother's daughter has small eyes and a collapsed nose, attracted relatives curious verification, certification of plain appearance is ok. In the impression, I have followed my grandparents since childhood, wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, stay in the attic in the corner where the junk books accumulate, Take it easy, really win my heart. The first toy my father made for me was a wooden pistol. Father loves face, when I got to the age of kindergarten, he began to train I count, it is said that I was better than the third grade little sister, my father was delighted that I could inherit the mantle, he thinks the world is based on strength, as a woman, by others that polite respect, worthless, put out how many natural and unrestrained is also a showy. To rely on the ability to live an upright, aboveboard.
He majored in mathematics, The river of the mathematical world flows, myriad, popular. He also taught himself physics, chemistry, and ancient Chinese prose... he would laugh at me for "There is no way to lose points,The familiar theme has returned", and his subjects were enough to help me in high school. He felt that being a father did not mean that he would naturally get respect from his children, and that he still had to earn respect through professional efforts every day.
In high school, I was recognized as a teacher by my peers. When I graduated, a timid boy said to me, " Dai Jing, do you still remember? On the first day of school, someone recognized you as a teacher, just me."After college graduation, I found a job, and my father said, I can dress up. I blind date, the man wants to come to my home, I can't wait to dress up all the beautiful decorations on my body, my father said, good things can not all shake light, to the winding path leading to secluded areas, understand? At that time, I thought what my father said was very reasonable and did not think carefully. Now think about it, the father of science and engineering, has a world of his own. In a world full of formulas and algorithms, my father always feels very powerful, coming straight to the point, but in the daily objective world, he often seems a little unreasonable. I heard from my mother that my father had repeatedly because of the world, heart depression, long dream of sitting alone. He knew, he would, but he did not want to, but he wanted his daughter to assess the situation, for himself, he never bent over, for me, he would bend over.
No matter the good or bad temper, ability to size, how much of the situation, my father only hope that I am better than him, only hope that I grow up to live a life without being too hard. Most of the time, my father did not want to say more, just silently doing everything he could do. Wait until the things through more, met the people miscellaneous, can in a certain moment suddenly think of father is well-meaning. I love painting, and my father let me learn mathematics, physics and chemistry, so I had to take a step back, and I chose to learn Chinese, and this is a long-planned journey. Gradually, my stubbornness finally made him acquiesce. He encouraged me to think more and write more, since I like it, I will write constantly, the rough sand by the hand of fate embedded into the soft meat of the clam to cultivate, until the pearl round jade run. In fact, my father was afraid that I would learn "useless art", and it was not easy to find a job after graduating from university. Indeed, when I met one on a blind date, he said that if I am an art teacher, with his family education, it does not have to arrange to meet. Of course,I didn't end up with the civil servant. I have a family with a doctor who was also date with the art teacher, and a lover with empathy, respect, gentleness and tolerance. Father, always with his gentle and stubborn, in the key node of life or big or small influence on me.
In March 2009, I decided to work and went in and out of the same school with my father every day. The school teachers most talked about the comedy changes in the role between my father and me: father and daughter, teachers and students, and colleagues."Father and daughter work as one", the record of the student days, the feeling of the teacher post, so harmoniously belong to the same place, more added a lot of interest in life. When I was on a business trip occasionally, When I called to tell the time to come home, my parents already began to calculate my trip, or they spent the whole day in a warm mood to "receive" their daughter. Since the childhood, I was used to writing obscure articles in a nonemotional style that I didn't understand, but dare not write about the family, very strange, I often remember the words but always forget parents 'birthday, only when the mother smiled and tell me tomorrow is your birthday, I remember her birthday has passed a few days, and my father's birthday is to the university I finally remember, that is because he set his birthday into my computer password.
Ten years ago, my parents and I also compete with each other, my mother loves nagging, my father is always a set of golden rules, " to be on your own, you can earn your own living, just say less a word of begging."The result is all my bow down. Now my mother depended on me, but I panicked. Married that day, my father led me, walking unstable, choked up to speak, as if with the first few decades of life, to achieve the last 10 steps, my father has been sick for 11 years.
One day, father red eyes said: " give father to apply for retirement."I nodded, open the computer, the font turned up," I department city senior high school teacher, now 57 years old, teaching age? Year, head teacher?"My father sat down, counting the fingers, with a weak voice seriously answer: 36 years, 17 years. My mother cried and complained that my father was not as loud as he used to be, while open the drawer, turned out a stack of certificates and a bundle of newspapers and magazines, I silently tapping the keyboard: " the early illness, in addition to illness in class, also for two world math team championship proposition, I muscle stiff, many times can not stand up, need family help to safely to school, Parkinson's superposition syndrome, cerebellum atrophy, memory decline, pronunciation difficulties, unsustainable... I have nearly 60, apply for retirement due to illness, please give approval.”
I looked at him, looking at his exposed hand, has not grasp what, and shake to grasp. Listen to him coughing and gasping for air. A father, he showed his daughter all his middle-aged and elderly faces, as I brought the whole childhood, youth back to his eyes. In one home, a daughter watches her father grow old, just like a father watches her daughter grow up. In the process, I gradually learned what was going on. It was my father walking on the way ahead.
He was born in poverty, the youth went out to make a living, alone to support, to punting and fishing and reading and studying, with the vision of happiness, hot hope and tireless pursuit, with sweat, scars and dust all the way, the vicissitudes of life has not been washed, tears have not been wiped dry, covered with muddy feet and steps, all the way forward. The father once said, "After retirement, I will travel and help my grandson with his homework." Looking happy, like a child waiting for the New Year. Which know the old environment so decadent, he is sad, feeling in. When my father was in bed, I suddenly realized that the indomitable, calm and icy father would also be old too. I and the whole family, helplessly watched my father memory decline, weak, walking, until, can't talk, unable to recognize family members, eat choking, a sick into the ICU, I almost every day can see both ends of life: one side is a sunny little life growth, on the other side is an old but no less beloved life gradually faded, oil lamp withered.
How much cost do we have to recognize the meaning of living?
It took me almost a year to reflect on my own life, the connection between the human body and Yin and Yang, and anything, if it cannot be reconciled with heaven and earth, it cannot sustain life. The truth of the universe is actually the same as life. General rule is not painful, not general rule is pain. If there is no obstruction, there will be no pain. If there is obstruction, there will be pain. If there are any problems that cannot be resolved or tolerated, won't they vanish in just a few decades? My father once bought me a set of color fairy tales, there is a story 《A gift from the fairy of flowers》, but gradually relatively clear, the general idea is that a fairy godmother sent a lot of princes and princess various gifts, beauty, wisdom and so on. Finally, the heroine asks for a perfect gift of —— a quiet spirit. As for why this gift is the best, with the old Chinese saying is: Appearance is easy to old, Still waters run deep, A stable state of mind can make a difference. In this uncertain and worrying world, perhaps what can be done is to readjust the relationship with the outside world and live your life consistently. Navigation software often says three words, "You've gone off the route", "We're replanning the route for you" and "Please turn around in place", which are also useful in your life. With my small life, limited time, actively grasp, Cool in the face of. I freely think: build a river's lake! Since "entanglement" is the essence of life, I want to pick my favorite seaweed, water plants, the body is no longer the previous body, desire and life have become simple and clear. This process is also a kind of repair: let oneself return to more simple writing, let oneself practice in advance is ignored, forgotten, in the silent and silent state, still can follow the "discipline" forward. My middle-aged complex mixed with some young heat and the old age of the open-minded, in their own work to raise a small "calm god little beast", immersed in the time, see can develop a whale?
Before entering the intensive care unit, the last thing my father said was: Go home. The way home, long after long. After five years in the intensive care unit, my father came to the end of his life, my mother promised my father to go home alive, we picked him up, in the car, I watched his eyes gradually dim. Now, I finally know what I missed, missed the last rational stage of my father's life, he was either too brave and quiet, I forgot that he was in pain, or suddenly confused, shouted: "I want to recruit students", staggered and rushed downstairs in the dark. My father valued mental work and never liked sports. I have to improve my sports aversion habits, too. In the contest of endurance, perseverance, it seems to understand the sports aesthetics. More often, is in the plain water daily, is in the trivial, is in the gap of people, again and again think of increasingly distant father, his permanent in my heart and soul, carve me, shape me, temper me, into me and become me, let me step by step in awe, straighten my back again and again.
There is no long future, since my father entered the intensive care unit, my father's death has become a constant thing to face, my parents are preparing, I am also preparing, for many years, many mornings and dusk, mutual together, waiting for a time that will come sooner or later. Father died, we did not inform his friends, students, teacher Wang Xiaoniu heard from teacher Hu Guoxing confirmed the news told some teachers and students, some I met, more I have heard of the name of leaders, colleagues, apprentices, students, and students who work in other places commissioned their mother in shaoxing, rushed to my home to send my father the last ride.
Your voice is in my ears, your gentleness is my direction, life is a process, is a time, is an energy release reaction, alive is full of life, is sail, is the paddle, is the heat and crowded, is riding the waves, limbs with the dream, also can boxing, bang bang bang, shaking, stand still straight. I firmly believe that there is always an emotion will never be diluted by time, this, is the main theme of life. I still look like you. Nothing can change your will. I am your daughter, and I can't change it the moment you conceived me. But I've always wanted to change, and I want to live differently like you. When I live something different from you, the inner picture may have been identical to you. If my mother was a harbor where we could always take shelter from the wind, then my father was more like pushing me far away into the sea. Father’s love makes me have more and more confidence in their own strength and ability, and finally can make me become my own master. Whether it is learning math or Chinese or, too hasty will fail, I want to endure the constantly extended time line, I want to deliver enough efforts in the dull, obscure time, just willing to deliver everything "I want" bit by bit to my hand.
In the cool night of the moon, several clusters of dense stars, I heard that the distance between people, the same distance between stars, I am grateful that our light cones have overlapped each other, and you have changed my star orbit forever. You are still the reason why my galaxy has not fallen apart, which is the eternal composition of the web of my universe.
I only say I don't like math, but I never say why I don't like math, because, I can not surpass you. I'm not as good as you.
Father helped me on the road, and then walked away, let me miss, miss that a long help, and a short life.
When I said it, I could feel you listening. I'm listening, Father, you hear it.
A few days ago, you were reluctant to give up me sad, came back to hug me. Let me feel that there is a force, a vibration force.
See letter and meet.
Postscript: " Ordinary us are insignificant compared to the whole universe, but for some people, we are so important.”
We got together, talking about Dai Zhixiang, originally, Dai Zhixiang, not only I know, he is so rich and colorful, in the hearts of each of us, all have and Dai Zhixiang happy memories. Just, worry about one day suddenly amnesia, can no longer remember those familiar faces, can not remember the days that have passed, can not keep you good to me.
Words take my place and keep you.
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