This sentence is very deep in my childhood memory, but I don't understand its meaning. I only know that those good people should take root in my mind and keep a clear memory, otherwise grandma will be unhappy. From entering primary school to middle school and then to high school, my grades have been unsatisfactory, perhaps because of my poor understanding! So the teachers in each class spend much more time on me than other students. I still clearly remember the male Chinese teacher with reading glasses, an intellectual sent from Shanghai, who likes to drink a little wine and patiently correct my boring sentences with drunkenness. I still clearly remember that young female math teacher, who just graduated from the normal school, has a strong sense of responsibility and always wants to be the first in the school. She often leaves me to make up lessons until night falls, and then rides that phoenix bike to send me home. I still remember the middle-aged music teacher. He found that I have a strong musical element, often encouraged me to sing in class, and recommended me to the school art team, which continued my musical dream ... This scene seems to be just yesterday, and the people who helped me are vivid.
It was not until the incident that happened in junior high school that I deeply understood this sentence. With the spring breeze of reform and opening up blowing into every corner of the village, my father and many young uncles contracted the factory. My family was really poor at that time. The village secretary took a fancy to his father's tailoring skills, encouraged his father to boldly contract garment processing factories, and gave relevant preferential policies. The grandparents in the village tried their best to make money to support his father's funds. With the smooth start of the factory and the perfect income, it has brought great changes to the improvement of our family's life. However, due to his father's low education, the competition in the factory is becoming more and more severe, and the factory is facing the dilemma of stopping production and closing down in an instant. With the support and help of relatives and good people in the village, my father was able to pay all the workers' wages. That night, with life-saving money in his hand, my father couldn't help writing down all the accounts and lists in that shabby notebook. This precious banknote has become a family heirloom and a good man that my father will thank all his life.
In the following years, my father continued to manage the factory painstakingly. Although he failed to turn a profit, all his debts were finally paid off. Every year many years ago, my father would take this roster and go door-to-door to visit condolences and send him his thoughts and blessings. 10 For many years, although my grandmother and the old people in the village who helped my father have passed away, that kindness has always been cherished in my father's heart.
Go back to my hometown and visit my childhood teacher village by village every year. Some of them have moved out of the village, and some have entered old age. This land that once made me feel nostalgic and grateful has always touched my heart like a kite line.
"Remember those who helped you" has become our family style, and I will continue to be grateful to this society and everyone who helped me.