Old Class 3 of Chongqing First High School of 1981-82
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Many of us Old Class 3 students might have forgotten this little history. It was a short, interesting, yet a bit disturbing experience to the young and vulnerable hearts of the teenage boys and girls, more than 20 years ago. In September 1981, the best middle school students in Chongqing were recruited by Chongqing First High School. The Chinese school system is such that students in a class stay in the same class throughout the years in that school. But at the end of the first year, around June 1982, Class 3 was chopped into pieces by the school and the students in this class were added to Classes 1 through 6. The new Class 3 was formed as a Humanities and Social Studies class (where students were meant to enter colleges studying non-Science desciplines). To differentiate from the official new Class 3, the name Old Class 3 was created underground and used among these students, a name unknown to other students or any teachers, much less parents. We, these students, had a vague, inexplicable, immature resentment and felt disgrace and insult on this management decision. Why us? Why not class 1, 2 or 4...? Why not all classes a little bit? Was it because of our academic record? Didn't look like so. There was probably political argument among teachers and school officials. No speculation or investigation is possible now since some teachers have since passed away or otherwise difficult to locate. What's left is a mark on these young kids' mind that had lasted, fortunately or hopefully, for no more than two years. Friendship in the new classes made newcomers feel home. In summer 1984, Old-Class-3-ers were able to leave First High School and enter colleges just as competitively as those that stayed in their classes for the whole three years.
There's not much relevance to this Old Class 3 today, at least not as much as in the mission proposed at the little known 1983(?) "secret" Erling Park Old Class 3 meeting (Do you still remember it?). But the legacy is a unique alumni list, not of the whole school or class, but a selection from each class that have something in common.
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在一个不经意的雨天，闲坐家中，数完清寂的雨滴，蓦然回首，仿佛看见你渐远渐逝的笑颜，于是，我开始努力去想：人到中年的你，如今应是一个怎样的景致？ 也许，你正穿行在茫茫的人海，任鲜花和掌声在你身后无所顾忌地张扬，你的坦然和从容，总让你在阳光或风雨中，无惊无忧； 也许，你刚刚在人群中热烈地笑过，回到自己的角落，却扔一地桀骜的烟头，每当我拿起电话询问你的近况，你总是笑笑说：我还活着； 也许，你正吹起悠扬的山笛，款款深情，没有朝花夕拾的炎凉，忘记世事变幻的无常，富贵浮云，往事不再放纵，清新，无尘，淡淡远远一曲，随你飘向远方； 也许，你所钟情的颜色早已不是天蓝，凝重的葡萄酒红更符合你心中深藏的温柔，因为，在经历了人生的聚散离合之后，几片飘落的枫叶，再也不能承受你如今的相思； 也许，你所惦记的辉煌早已不是年少无知的轻狂，你曾经浮浮沉沉的心事，偶尔只能在梦中向你进攻，重逢时，你幸福地对我说：每当离家，心中挂念的永远是爱妻准备的热气腾腾的饭桌； 也许，你亦如我，在这个无意的雨后，品着乌龙茶微苦的清香，听着一些怀旧的老歌，慢慢地、深切地询问自己：此生也许真的难以再有那一场期待中的邂逅？ |
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