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八兄弟

一百年前,在南海附近,有一个繁华的王国。在那个王国里,成年人会把他们的父母亲打得一片青一片紫后,将他们抛弃,让老人们在水沟和垃圾堆,靠捡垃圾和残羹糊口。小孩们也会互相欺负,互相策划如何诈骗别人。

      就在看似普通一天,正当市民们正忙着从事他们最擅长的坏事时,八名男子来到他们的地盘。男子们样貌相似,应该是兄弟。其中一名男子还背着一个老人。

      “你们是谁?快滚开!” 一个市民站了出来,大声地叫道。市民们交换着问题:“那个在其中一个人肩上,又肥又老又没用的人是谁?”、“为什么他们在这儿?”没有人有放低声量的意思,兄弟们都可以清清楚楚地听到市民们的恶毒的语言。

      第一个兄弟向前走了几步,向大家微微笑,还挥了挥手。市民们都因为不知道这是什么意思而害怕地向后退了一步。

      “你们好。 我是。我会在任何一种情况下以礼貌对待大家。” 第一个人介绍了自己,并遵守了自己的承诺。市民们再怎么侮辱、嘲笑,也没有反击,没有退缩,反而一直朝着他们的微笑。

      就在市民们交头接耳,揶揄的脑筋有问题时,一阵尖锐刺耳的叫声划破了热闹的气氛。

“我的钱包!我的钱包!”一个小偷偷走了站在人群里的一位女士的钱包 。另一位兄弟,,一刻也不犹豫, 向小偷的方向跑去。晃眼之间,抓到了个小偷,并把女士的钱包还给原主。然而,女士不但没有道谢,还忘恩负义地狠狠地瞪了一眼。怒视着义的还有那名小偷。在众人大声的嘘声中,冷静地怂了怂肩膀,并解释说,不论别人对他有什么看法,他都会做正直的事情。

      在那个时候, 一个商人在人群中认出了廉。廉,不就是那个中国高级官员吗?于是灵机一动,连忙跑了回家,拿出装满金币的箱子,想贿赂廉。原来商人一直想占有一片土地,却碍于缺少高官的批准。如果能说服帮忙处理证件,那就万事大吉。可是居然不为所动!他只是笑了笑,拒绝了商人的金币。

      “在任何形式的行贿面前,我都会做正确的事的!”他骄傲地宣布。 第四个兄弟,,也插嘴对商人说:

      “你在做什么?你应该为自己的行为而感到羞愧!” 严厉地指责他。商人并没有放弃的意思,抱着装满金币的箱子,把目光转向了,第五个兄弟。

      “你和你的哥哥,的关系亲蜜,对吧?我向你保证,如果你可以帮我处理我需要的证件,这个装满金币的箱子将是你的!” 奸商提议。

“这样你们八个年轻人就过得上更好的生活了!你不为自己着想,也要想想老人这样舟车劳顿,是很累的。”详细地考虑着商人的话,也不是不无道理。 箱子里的金币足够买九匹好马,这样他们就不需要一直走路。剩下的钱还可以用来置装,把身上的旧衣服换掉。

      但是,瞄见了坚决的样子,摇了摇头,并轻轻地把商人推回人群之间。

      “我是永远不会违背我的兄弟的!”他喊道。商人只好打退堂鼓。

    这时,兄弟们已经走了一百里路,又饿又累,急迫需要歇息。他们来到了路边的一个水果摊位,找了旁边的一把长椅坐下,再各自从口袋里拿出硬币,好不容易才凑足了买水果的钱。一个样子鬼鬼祟祟的服务员在接过钱币后,为他们送来了腐烂的水果 。

      正当第六个兄弟,,尝试把一个水果放进嘴里时,水果裂开了,果汁弄脏了破旧但还算干净的衣裤上。狡猾的服务员偷偷地笑了。

“抓住它!打他!把他杀了!”市民们敦促着。但只是微微笑了笑,很有礼貌地向借了手帕,费尽了力气把自己的衣服擦干。对于市民们惊讶的神情,大笑了一番,并告诉市民们,自己不会打人,也不会杀人,因为这些做法都是不人道的。告诉服务员,他原谅对方了。

      吃了几口水果,八个兄弟陆续站了起来。第七个兄弟,,费了九牛二虎之力才把父亲背了起来。“为什么你在背那个没用的老人?难道他不重吗?”一个陌生人问到。

“我们通常都会把我们的老人扔在水沟和垃圾堆里,让他们自力更生。这样,我们就可以省下照顾他们的力气。” 众人都点了点头。看到摇头反对,市民们感到有点儿震惊。

      “那是不对的。无论再老再重,他都是我的父亲。我把他背在我的肩上,走到哪,背到哪,这样我才能提醒自己:父亲是给我生命的人,我必须感恩。我永远都会记得他为我与我的七个兄弟所做的事。”严肃地说道。“因为我是。我不会虐待给我生命的人。”他说道。

      市民们嘲笑着七个兄弟,认为他们很愚蠢。

“为什么你会对没用的人或者对你不好的人好?为什么要帮助不感激你的人?为什么要在贫穷的时候拒绝金钱?”市民们趁七个兄弟走出他们的土地之前,问了很多不好听的问题。

      “因为有我, 我是。” 一把温柔但坚定的声音,在布满苔藓的巷口回荡着。告诉大家,对于所有生存与不生存的物体,他都会关怀、保护它们, 即使对方是一个最不值得爱的人,即使对方是一只最恶心的动物。

      兄弟们向市民们匆忙的道别后,面带微笑地走了。大家远远地还看得到把父亲背在肩上的的背影。市民们第一次感到他们的脸热了起来。他们无法解释这奇怪的感觉究竟是什么。

数年后,市民们的行为变得越来越好了,他们却不知这些行为叫什么,于是就照着那八兄弟:忠、孝、仁、爱、礼、义、廉、耻,当时所施行的善行来取名。

 

许予希(6GT1 2016)

 

The Eight Brothers                          

            A hundred years ago, there was a bustling kingdom near the South China Sea. In that village dwelt the meanest people ever known to mankind. The children beat up their parents, and the adults left their parents in drains and rubbish dumps to pick food for themselves to eat. They cheated in exams, was rude to everyone they met, including each other and felt no remorse.

            On the day the citizens would know as their kingdom’s anniversary, they were going about their usual business of being mean, when they found eight men standing on the edge of the kingdom.

            “Who are you? Get out!” one of them stepped forward and demanded rudely. Whispers among the citizens could be heard, such as “Who is that fat, old, useless man on the one of the brothers’ back?” and “Why are they here?”

            One of the brothers smiled pleasantly and waved. The citizens stepped back defensively, not knowing what this meant.

            “Hello. I am Respect. I will treat everyone with courtesy no matter how they treat me,” the first brother introduced himself. He was true to his words. No matter how much the citizens jeered at and mocked the first man, they were still greeted with a smile. The brothers continued to walk through the city.

            Suddenly, a sharp shrill pierced the air, “My purse! My Purse!” A thief had stolen the purse of a woman who was standing in the crowd. Without further ado, Righteousness took off after the thief in a flurry of dust. In a blink of the eye, the thief was caught and the property returned, but the woman simply scowled at Righteousness. The thief glowered at the second brother and the crowd was jeering very loudly too. Righteousness shrugged this all off, explaining that he did the right thing every time, not caring what others thought of him.

            Just then, one merchant recognised Integrity as a high-ranking official of China. The merchant had been eyeing on a piece of land but lacked the legislation for it. He hurried home and brought out a wagon full of gold coins, hoping to convince Integrity to help him with the paper work. The latter merely laughed and rejected the handsome offer of gold.

            “I will always do the right thing regardless of any form of bribery!” he declared proudly. The fourth brother, Shame, also interjected.

            “What are you doing? You should feel embarrassed!” Shame lectured the merchant, who drew back into the crowd, still clutching the wagon of gold.

            The cunning merchant then turned to Loyalty, the fifth brother.

            “You are close to your brother Integrity, aren’t you? Now listen, if you help me forge the paperwork needed, I assure you, this wagon of gold will be yours,” the merchant suggested, “and the eight of you young men will be able to afford a better living and more comfortable transport for that old man.” Loyalty pondered about what the merchant’s suggestion. He did have a point. The gold was more than enough to buy nine horses to carry them so they would not need to travel on foot. The change would be sufficient to buy better clothes for all of them to replace the shabby ones they were wearing.

            However, Loyalty looked at Integrity and shook his head, pushing the merchant back into the crowd gently but firmly.

            “Never!” he boomed.

            The band of brothers had travelled for a hundred miles on foot by now. They were exhausted, famished and were in a desperate need for rest. They found a roadside store and sat on a bench next to it. They dug their pockets and put together just enough money for a few fruits. A sneaky waiter collected the coins and brought them what they asked for. Or rather, did not ask for.

            The sixth brother, Compassion, held a fruit to his mouth, but before he could bit into it, the rotten fruit had split open and its juice ruined his old, but perfectly good shirt and pants. The deliverer scampered away, cackling mischievously.

         “Go after him! Beat him up! Kill him!” the citizens urged. Compassion only smiled ruefully at his ruined clothing, borrowed Respect’s handkerchief with much courtesy and wiped his clothes dry as best as he could. Compassion laughed at the citizen’s appalled expressions and told them he would not do such things. Instead, he forgave the waiter.

            After a few mouthfuls of the fruits, the brothers stood up and continued their journey. The seventh brother piggybacked the old man with much difficulty. His name was Piety. However, he had not gotten far when a commoner interrupted him.

            “Why are you carrying that useless old man on your back? Isn’t he heavy?” questioned the stranger. “We normally just leave our old in the rubbish dumps and drains to fend for themselves. After all, we don’t have to waste our effort taking care of them,” the man added. The others nodded eagerly, and got quite a shock when Piety shook his head.

          “No, that isn’t right. He ain’t heavy; he’s my father. I carry him wherever I go because he was the one who gave me life and I will always remember that what he did for me and my seven brothers,” chided Piety.

            “My name is Piety and I will not mistreat those who gave me life,” said he.

            The common folks sneered at the seven brothers and thought them stupid.

“Why would you be nice to useless people or those who are not nice to you? Why trouble yourself to help someone who is ungrateful? Why turn away from riches when you are poor?” So many questions were asked as they pushed their way through the crowd.

           “Because of me, Love,” a soft but firm voice reverberated through the moss-filled walls of the alleys. Love told them that his heart abounded with love for everyone and everything, including the most disgusting animals or undeserving people.

             Hurried goodbyes were exchanged and smilingly, the brothers rushed through the kingdom, Piety still carrying his father on the back.

           For the first time, the people of the kingdom felt their faces heat up. They could neither explain the unfamiliar feelings, nor the behaviour that they adopted as the years went by. The residents of the kingdom became nicer and nicer, and gave each of their nice acts a name, according to each of the brothers: Loyalty, Piety, Compassion, Love, Respect, Righteousness, Integrity and Shame.

          The eight brothers had shaped the mean citizens of the kingdom into caring and kind subjects of the queen. That is why we hang the eight brothers’ names in schools for everyone to see.

Ashley Koh (6GT1 2016)

 

Memories of Nan Hua 

I transferred to the school in Primary 4, after my previous school was forced to close down. It was daunting, I did not know anyone there, everyone seemed to already know everyone else, and there were really clever people in my class. There were many more students here than my previous school, with a significantly different culture. I was lucky to have met and made some close friends and a very kind teacher, Miss Janet Chua. She gave me my CCA, vouched for my appeal to go into the EM1 stream, and offered me to be part of the pioneer group of Conflict Managers. The key lesson she taught me was INITIATIVE.

So I got into EM1, but eventually dropped out due to my poor grasp of the Chinese language. Those were my Primary 5 and 6 years, where I met Mrs Michelle Tan, whom still teaches in the school as of this writing, and where I met my classmates whom I still keep in touch with till this day. Our Chinese language teacher and Mrs Tan pushed us hard to achieve the best possible results for the PSLE. Remedial lessons were planned, a lot of effort was put into extra research and materials to help us improve. Besides academia, Mrs Tan also worked hard with my classmates for the musical performance competition held in the school. Though we did not win, due to "technical difficulties", it brought the class closer together. Mrs Tan's lesson to me , never give excuses.

I am very grateful for my experience in Nan Hua Primary School, it is a significant part of my history and identity.

Cheng Ding Xiang (6F 2000)

Amazing experience in NHPS

Dreams and fights. laugh & tears. games & books. It's rushing to grow up, then finding out that it's better we wanted to stay out in our innocence. It's teasing over someone else when you were simply 7 years old, then reciting the right life values in your school song thereafter. It's getting knocked down over and over again in exams to the point where you realised, your teachers don't make you stay down. They help you up, they mould, they were the best you could ever have.

It's growing up, making new friends with all differences. It's playing sports with the intelligent mates, freezing together as one during recess time, learning to be grateful and filial to your roots always. It's moving on in time, lots and lots of fun times. It's learning from small mistakes, yet seeing a whole future at your feet to mould with. Never getting held hostage by your fears.

20 years later, right now, I look back and say....It was an amazing experience I would never,ever regret.

Yuko Tan (6F 2000)

想念在南华多姿多彩的日子

虽然我已经告别了母校,但我还是很想念在南华多姿多彩的日子。

可敬的老师们,我会永远记得您的谆谆教诲, 让我们明白我们的校训-忠孝仁爱礼义廉耻-有多么重要。我会把这八个字牢记在心,时时检讨自己是否表现了这些价值观。

难忘学校举办的每一个活动,不论是欢天喜地迎新春,还是老少三代庆中秋;不论是募捐活动,还是服务社区;不论是庆祝教师节,还是欢度儿童节,老师们、校友们和家长们 都不遗余力、积极支持、踊跃参与,为我们呈现出五彩缤纷的活动,让我们受益匪浅。

可是,令我印象最深刻的活动并不是学校举办的,而是我们自己动手举办的。那就是我们四年级时举办一年一度的食物募捐活动。整个活动由我们三班高才班进行,从鼓励同学们捐食物到分派装满食物的礼包给住在租住祖屋的贫困人士。虽然这是个全新的体验,但我们都积极地接受挑战,尽全力地把活动举办好。我们从这个活动都获益不浅,不但学到了要有爱心,关心我们社区里需要帮助的人,还明白了团体精神的重要性。
此外,南华还给了我很多能让我发挥演讲能力的机会。比如说,我被老师选当小六代表,在小六毕业典礼上表达对母校的感恩。当时,我非常兴奋,恨不得马上就开始演讲。我因为有这种积极和自信,全都要感谢老师六年来不断的支持和鼓励。

我毕业后,发现中学生活比以前繁忙很多,因为科目多了一倍,功课自然也会增加。我们中一学生第二个星期开始有功课时,个个都抱怨老师真过分!可是,当我们发现中四的学姐们开学的第一天就有功课了,我们就不敢吭声了。即使我有很多功课,我还是能整理好作业、适当地安排时间。这多亏我在南华时,老师们有劝我们只有合理安排时间,功课才能准时交。

亲爱的学弟学妹们,无论你们的小学生活有多艰难,你们一定要牢记:只有努力学习才会有成果。如果你们需要帮助的话,你们的老师、家长和朋友都会在你身边支持着你!最后,我想对南华说几句话:“我亲爱的南华,感谢您六年来的精心培育。是因为有您不断的栽培,我才能有今天的成就。在未来的日子里,无论我走得多远,心总是和你紧紧地连在一起!在您的百岁生日时,我祝愿您永远培养出知书达理、有正义感的少年!”

刘芯颖 (6H TAG 3 2015)

南华,生日快乐!

记忆像一张渔网,捕捉了生命中大大小小的事。而最深刻的回忆,也将影响我们未来大大小小的事。它可能不是最甜、最有趣的经历,但它一定是个非常有意义的学习旅程。我觉得我在南华小学的时光让我充分的体会到了那些话的意思。

记得小学时最讨厌的就是写反思。无论任何一个活动、课程,老师们都很注重反思,不停地唠叨要我们写下我们今天“学到的三样东西”、“回家后要加以改进的两件事”、“未来要达成的一个目标”等等问题。当时年幼的我更本不会了解老师的一番苦心,只知道抱怨。些反思虽然是个很费时费力的事,但些反思培养了我的思考能力,让思想变得更成熟、更有关怀性。

举个例子,记得小六那年我和同班同学一起去了韩国进行交流活动。当时的我们一想到能去那么远的地方,有没有父母跟着、盯着我们,就很兴奋。我天天盼望的就是小六会考的结束,就能尽快的到韩国去享受我的自由、玩个痛快。但这次的韩国之旅远远超出我的意料,因为它激发了我对文化交流的兴趣,培养出我对独立的向往。在韩国,我们参观了百年故宫和流行时尚街;于两间不同的学校的同学进行交流;还近距离看到了韩国的制车坊、苹果园。这些地方都展现出韩国不同的风貌¬¬——我们不只体验到了韩国浓厚的服装、建筑文化,体验了学校生活,还看到了它的重要商业分区。当时的我可能没想到这么多,但回想起来的时候却发现当时的我们真的好幸运。

而我现在拥有的这些想法,也多亏与老师天天让我们在iPad 里写下反思。为了让我们写反思的过程变得更有趣,老师采用了平板电脑 里的几个软件让我们自己设计反思的格体、参入自己拍的照片。因为如此,我非常用心的写反思,一字一句地记载着每天发生和学到的事。虽然当时的我只会牢牢记下导游阿姨所传授的知识,但正因如此我也才能真正吸取到韩国的文化特色,长大后也慢慢了解了那一次交流的意义。

南华给予我们充分的机会到外交流,从而培养出我们的独立、自信。从南华毕业之后,我深受启发,积极的寻找除外交流的机会。至今,我已在中国贵州省体验了乡村生活,还到了德国的一个国际科学营过了三个星期的独立生活与交流。有了小学时的基础,我在中学、高中些反思算是得心应手,也有了更深、更广的见解了。

这些反思、见解也在我的领导道路上给予很大的帮助。我觉得自己称不上高瞻远瞩,但有了更广阔的想法,做起事来也更懂得考虑不同的观点和更大的意义。与朋友、老师在异国他乡自己买食物吃、自己和异国朋友沟通,大大的增强我的自信,让我有勇气踏出第一步与他人交流、让我学会积极把握机会勇于尝试新鲜事、也让我更成熟的处理事情。

最后,我要在这里感谢南华小学的照顾与栽培。谢谢老师们当年辛辛苦苦地指导我们,让我们写那么多反思,不停地鼓励我们尝试还给予那么多机会。我也要在此将这份鼓励传下去——学弟学妹们,加油!南华是个很温暖、很窝心的家庭。因此她也是我们最安全的降落伞——即使我们失败了,老师们的爱心于不离不弃会帮助我们平安降落、从新站起。所以不要担心,勇敢尝试吧!

希望在这一百年之后,南华能继续培养出更多有思想的学子,继续成为学生们喜爱的一个家。百岁生日快乐!

黄诗乐2010届毕业生

虽已离开将近五年,在母校的记忆任然会在脑海里突然浮现,让我回味以前的日子。

那时的南华小学,对我来说是一个特有的地方。她有点像家,让我时刻感受到的关怀和照顾。她也很像游乐场,让我们能玩耍,寻找乐趣。

南华并不是一个无拘无束的地方。由于传统观念比较浓厚,南华对学生品德的要求一向都很高。在高年级时我有点调皮,自然也经历过被处罚的感受。老师责骂或没收东西已经够惨了,但更让我畏惧的是当副校长要打电话给家长。我虽然自认为在品德方面是不错的,但不知为何经常还是会犯错。其实我在一年级差点拿过品德优等奖项 (英文名叫做 Star Pupil),可不知何时做坏了一件事,最后也没拿到。大多人都会觉得(包括当时的我)过于苛刻的校规,会阻碍学生探索创造的欲望,也抑制了活泼的性格。可现在回想起来,从小养成的一些好习惯和品德,将来还是会对生活有好处。

谈一下那时的学校生活是什么样。小学生的一天基本上都不变,就是上课,休息,再上课,有时候还有课外活动。一天中戏剧最多的便是休息时间,因此对那时段的印象要深刻许多。那时我们的活动范围挺丰富的。除吃饭选择还有:参观学校内的小农场,图书馆,聊天,玩热潮游戏,踢足球。大家都应该对热潮游戏都有自己的一番经历。在我的年代,流行的有溜溜球,魔方,卡片游戏,斗橡皮擦。每到休息时间必然跑到??void deck??, 与同学切磋一番。大家对玩乐的欲望,可以战胜任何的饥饿感。等到我四年级后,就开始天天踢足球,而且是一有空就召集人马开踢。那时我们每一次踢球都会分成固定的两队,在极小的篮球场和其他踢球的人共享场地,门柱是支撑篮筐的两根柱子。可见可怜的篮球迷们连球都没法打。虽然我的那队明显实力要差很多,但我却没有觉得不公平,反倒更积极的踢球。但经常输球的我不免会为了错失良机而懊悔一天。那时踢足球中时少不了争吵。在没有裁判的情况下,可以想象我们为了区区一个出界球而大吵大闹。回想起来还不免觉得真的非常傻。

南华也强调着中华美德,文化教育,并把它们融入了学生的教育之中。我记得在小二的时候,我和两个人每周会在升旗礼前讲一些小故事。故事情节是什么记不住了,跟历史小段差不多。我们从中得到了很大的乐趣,即使下雨天也在广播上说。这也触发了我对中华历史的兴趣,至今还是历史读物的爱好者。我也参加过了学校的不少活动:书画课程,品茶艺术,双文化等等。学校不仅在这方面让学生接触历史文化,也想了办法让它更现实。老师们专门请了人教学生玩华语卡片游戏“将军令”,鼓励更多学生去探索三国那段历史。南华也很重视华人最重要的两个日子:农历新年和中秋节。每逢这两个节日,学校就会举办各种活动,教学生唱歌,朗诵三字经等。我最盼望的是和中秋节时的猜灯谜,不仅让我能动一下脑筋,也展示了华语的灵活性。

我印象中的南华,也是展现体育才能的场所。学校开办了许多的体育课外活动,其中最有代表性的应该是排球和乒乓球。我因为在电视上看过乒乓比赛,就选择了打乒乓。六年里我尝过胜利的果实,也饱受失败的难受。说说我和同一年级的战友打乒乓最成功的那一年(应该是二零零九年)。那时在小组赛里,只有赢了来自其他区域的二号或一号种子队,才有出线的希望(我们在西部区赛拿了第三,算西部的三号种子)。认定没有可能打败一号种子后,我们只有把矛头指向第二种子。但让大家心慌的是,他们正是上一年导致我们止步小组赛的对手, 还是三比零打败了我们。但一年后的我们和那时不一样,顽强的反抗使得比赛非常激烈,扣杀反复,选手打完每一个球后队友们都会大声叫阵。结果,凭借了一年的努力,我们三比二险胜对手。虽然来年没能重复这样的好成绩,但我从打乒乓中充分体会到了,队友们之间的友谊,和让比赛更美丽的体育精神。

好学校缺不了优秀的老师,而南华的老师们就是如此。他们会主动的帮助学生,和学生说笑,使得教育变得人性化。在上华文课时,我的华文老师都很有趣,偶尔会开玩笑,讲一些课外的内容,让华文课变得生动些。能让固定的教科书内容不乏燥,展现了老师们对教华文的能力和热情。数学老师们也积极地帮助我培养数学方面的爱好。她们为一些喜欢数学的学生开了培训班,老师们百忙之中抽空教我们课外的数学。这些都帮助了我中学时在数学方面的学习,让我在数学方面取得了些成绩。虽然不知道将来会是什么样,但在面对以后的挑战挫折,我都会牢记着老师们勉励的话和教诲,勇敢地继续奋斗。

最终感谢南华对我的培育之恩,为我打下了牢固的基础。在此祝贺南华举办隆重圆满的百年校庆,愿母校能够以百年历史为出发点,在下一个百年中继续培养杰出的学生,为社会做出贡献。同学们也要为南华和自己的未来而努力。加油!

刘亦嘉2010届毕业生

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记得当我第一次踏进南华小学时,校园里的一切对我来说都还是那么的陌生。而现在,毕业后,那熟悉的红色校园,成了我心底刻骨铭心的记忆。让人魂牵梦萦的,除了学校,还有校园里的人。

在南华的三年里,我和同学们一起经历了许多大大小小的挫折与成功,也度过了数不清的快乐时光。在不知不觉的欢声笑语中,南华的校训:忠孝仁爱礼义廉耻,已深深地烙印在每个南华学子的心中。学校给我们提供了丰富的资源,带我们参加各种各样的活动。比如,小五那年,学校为我们组织了一次为期三天两夜的夏令营。夏令营期间,我们离开舒适的家和学校,是一次非常有意义的体验。
在这三天里,我和同学们参加了许多好玩的活动,比如沿绳下降与滑翔索等等。有些活动在高空中完成,惊险刺激,让人觉得似乎细细的安全绳索并不能保证我们的安全。玩沿绳下降时,有一位同学甚至吓得哭了起来。我和其他同学都为他加油。可惜,最后,他还是没敢尝试。现在回想起来,真是又好气又好笑。

除了参加户外活动,我们也学习了基本的室外烹饪技巧。我们用炭火烤了香蕉和面包,虽然吃得并不饱,但我们还是十分满足。
那次夏令营对所有同学来说,都是一次难忘的体验。这次夏令营不仅是对我们毅力与信心的考验,也让我们与彼此建立了更深厚的感情。

在同一年里,学校组织了为期两周的中国浸儒活动。我的浸儒地点是苏杭。和夏令营不同的是,我们要离开家半个月的时间,而且我们要去的地方远在国外。当时,在中国是冬天,没有了家中父母无微不至的照顾,这对习惯了父母的关爱的我们来说,无疑是一次挑战。 出门在外的两个星期里,我和搭档嘉蔚互相照顾。早晨,总是我把睡意朦胧的嘉蔚从睡梦中唤醒以免迟到。有时,我还会帮她把长长的头发编成辫子。

我们游览了许多当地的旅游胜地。我们参观了南宋官窑博物馆,浙江工艺美术馆和蓝印花布纪念馆,还有丝绸工厂和龙井茶村以及上海的东方明珠电视塔。
此外,我们还来到了美丽的杭州。人们常说:“上有天堂,下有苏杭。” 而杭州的魅力,就在于温润如玉的西湖。“接天莲叶无穷碧,映日荷花别样红。” 我们来到西湖时,已经是冬天了。虽然无缘看见诗人笔下的荷花,但还是别有一番风情。
游过了西湖,我们又来到了岳王庙。岳王庙为纪念南宋英雄岳飞而建,原名“忠烈庙”,后因岳飞追封鄂王改成岳王庙。岳飞是南宋时期杰出的军事家,因“莫须有” 的罪名被佞臣构陷,死于昏君之手。庙内墓阙下有四个人像,反剪双手,面墓而跪。他们就是陷害岳飞的奸臣秦桧、王氏、张俊、万俟呙四人。人像后还有一块布告牌:请勿随地吐痰。

除了游山玩水, 我们还和当地几所小学的学生进行了文化交流,还互相交换了礼物。我们和他们一起上课。中国学生的课堂气氛十分积极,学生也十分认真。那里的学生也很多才多艺。校园里到处都是他们的美术及书法作品,令我们自愧不如。

浸儒活动开拓了我们的视野,让我们对华族传统文化有了更深的了解。参加这次活动后,我感到自己似乎长大了,能够照顾好自己和身边的同学。浸儒活动体现了南华小学对东方文化的重视,并培养了学生独立自主的习惯。

在南华就读的三年培养了我对华族传统文化的浓厚兴趣。现在,我已经从南华小学毕业,通过华语直接收生计划(DSA)进入莱佛士女子学校。是南华小学的的华族传统激励我继续探索中国文学。我要感谢学校三年来对我的悉心栽培,更感谢那些曾经教导帮助我的老师们。明年,南华小学将迎来百年校庆。十年树木,百年树人。我祝南华小学蒸蒸日上,桃李满天下!也希望南华的莘莘学子再接再厉,成为明日栋梁。

杨伊然 2015届毕业生

Thankful

My vivid memories of studying at Nan Hua Primary School started with attending the preparatory class in 1984. I had very dedicated and patient teachers who really nurtured us. Nearing graduation when all of us would be promoted to Primary One, I was honored to present a thank you speech to all the kindergarten teachers. After several months of rehearsals, I gave the speech confidently and articulately! The audience clapped as they marveled how a 6 year old could memorise the speech in both languages so flawlessly. I wouldn’t have been able to present so well, if not for the patient guidance of my teachers.

During the entire primary school journey, I had wonderful teachers who never fail to inspire and motivate us to do our very best. One of the teachers that left a deep impression in my life is Mrs Juliana Ng. She was my form teacher in Primary 5 and 6. I could still recall she was the one who started teaching us the concept of model drawing for Math. As we were anxious in preparing for the Primary School Leaving Examination (PSLE), Mrs Ng would give us pep talks to encourage and spur us to towards our goals. She took time to counsel us in our choice of secondary schools and gave valuable feedback on our areas of improvement. As we reach the end of our primary school journey at Nan Hua Primary School, I was privileged to be the valedictorian. It was definitely momentous to be able to represent the entire cohort of Primary Six pupils to bid farewell to the teaching faculty and the school.

As Nan Hua is turning 100 year old soon, I wish Nan Hua all the best in grooming many more future generations of talent for our nation! 

Ling Zhu (graduating batch of 1990)

Daughters of Nan Hua

More than one decade ago, in 2005, my Chinese teacher asked if my mother and I could represent the school and join a parent-child Chinese speaking competition. Now in 2016, some fellow alumni suggested that my mother and I to write a joint article about this memory. 

Here’s my take:

I remembered my Chinese teacher asking my mother if it was possible, and she agreed. First off, my mom wrote an original script regarding being a teacher. I remember practicing how to hold myself in front of a mirror and soon in school, in front of my teacher. My mother was both my mentor and co-performer. 

I remembered practicing so many times on the night before and being extremely nervous on that Saturday morning; there were about ten to twenty teams. We were one of the first few teams to perform and proceeded to sit through the competition to wait until the results. We could not believe that we not only passed the preliminaries, but we actually got second place. It surpassed our expectations.

On the same afternoon, we performed again at my school’s cultural concert. It felt amazing that we could come back to my school with a prize on the same day we won it. It was a high for me as an eleven year old. 

As we received favourable reviews, we were able to represent NHPS again at TP GRC during their NDP dinner in August. In 2007, we were invited to perform cross talk again during the 90th anniversary dinner held at Suntec City. I strongly remember this performance. This time, my mother wrote a script focusing on the differences between our days in Nan Hua.

We drew closer together as I told her about my school days, and she told me about hers. It was fascinating to hear about how much our school has changed. 

This performance has a special place in both our hearts as it takes us back to our own days and it was fun to recollect our school days along with all the alumni present at the dinner. It centered around lighthearted banter of NH’s culture and changes that strike a chord across the different batches.

Now ten years later, I cannot remember the detailed contents of the cross talk but I remembered the wonderful feeling of being able to honour my school, together with my mom, at that 90th anniversary dinner. It felt extremely special to be a part of both school’s festivities, I could not be prouder as an alumnus of my primary school and, then, a student of NHHS. Even this time, for the 100th anniversary, we can give back as a parent-child alumni duo to our alma mater. This is an opportunity hard to come by. NH reminded me to cherish my family, and became my family in the process.  

By Loke Ying Ying, Mother 陆莹莹 (Graduated in 1975) and Irene Ng Qian Ning, Daughter 黄谦宁 (Graduated in 2006)

Foundational years in Nan Hua

Sometimes friends will ask my wife, Angeline, and I whether we met at Nan Hua Primary School, since we both attended Nan Hua at the same time. I would politely tell them that we only met many years after graduating. And a good thing she did not know me back then, since I was still immature and attention seeking ! She may never have fallen in love with me had she known me back then!

However, when I do hear about Nan Hua, a lot of fond memories come back to me. If there was one word to summarize my time at Nan Hua, it would be the word “foundational”. Those years I spent at Nan Hua helped to build foundations in me which would help me through life. 

The first foundation that my primary school time set in me was the importance of character integrity. My parents divorced when I was in Primary 5, and it was an extremely difficult time for me and my younger brother. My mother had to work from early in the morning until late at night to make ends meet for us, and sometimes I could not focus on school due to the problems in my home life. Fearful of the social stigma that would surround me if my teachers and classmates found out that I was from a divorced family, I would lie to them. I would tell my teachers that the reason my dad never showed up for any of the parent teacher meetings was because he was working in another country. Likewise, my classmates only knew me as the kid whose dad was working abroad. 

My form teacher, Miss Seah, felt something was amiss. One day, she asked me to come outside of the class so that we could talk. She asked me if my parents were divorced. I was in a slight state of shock as I did not expect anyone to see through the deception. After some hesitation, and not daring to look at her directly, I nodded my head. Tears had come to my eyes by then as I thought again about the painful divorce, memories which I did not want to confront. 

I thought my world was done for. Now the whole world would look down on me. But Miss Seah did not condemn me, nor did she view me differently. Instead, she gave me some advice and words of encouragement. After that, she would pay more attention to me to make sure I did not go wayward. It was through incidents like these at Nan Hua, that I discovered I did not have to lie in order to be accepted by others. We could live honestly, as people of character, and life would be fine. 
Another foundation which was laid in my life at Nan Hua was working hard at our passions. Through the times we had to write compositions for English class, I discovered that I liked to write, and was somewhat decent at it. Sometimes, Miss Seah would ask me to read my essays in front of the class. Being an attention seeker back then, I gladly did so. And would add in my own dose of humour to make people laugh. Little did I know that I had begun to fall in love with writing and communicating through these early incidents. Those communication experiences would eventually help me when I became a pastor later in life, as I had to participate in a number of writing and speaking engagements. Had it not been for Nan Hua, I may never have discovered those passions, nor worked hard at them.

One more foundation that my time at Nan Hua set in me was the importance of friendships, and caring for others. Being born in the USA, I only came to Singapore in Primary 4. I was like a fish out of water, with a weird accent and different background. There was a classmate of mine named Kelvin, who took the time to talk to me, hang out with me and help me to get settled into Singapore life. He would ask me about what life was like as a student in America, and then explain to me how things were in Singapore. In doing all this, he made me feel accepted and at home. Sometimes, during the challenges of life, friendships are what can help us to get through the difficult days. That was a precious lesson for me, and hopefully I have passed it on by aiming to care for and help others along this journey of life. 

Happy anniversary, Nan Hua Primary School! Thanks for the strong foundations that you have set in my life and the lives of many others. I have no doubt that our alma mater will continue to impact many lives positively for the advancement of society. 

Eric Sung (Class of 1990)

My memories of Nan Hua Primary School - A playful boy’s perspective

When an ex-student is asked to open up his vault of primary school memories, rummage through the many, many defining chapters of his primary school life, and reminiscence about the journey that shaped his future, it is hard not to begin appreciating the rarity of the occasion where a student is able to witness the one hundredth anniversary of his alma mater.

I was a student of Nan Hua Primary School from 1988 to 1993. Primary school life had passed by in two blinks of an eye. Many milestones were achieved during those formative six years, such as the first taste of true friendship, of circumstance-imposed independence, of assuming responsibility of responsibility, of widening perspectives and of deeply etching the significance of those milestones into my memories.

Not surprisingly, my memories soon faded with time; shelved and gradually neglected as mere childhood experiences, while life's "more urgent and important" matters clamored for attention. As a result, growing up became a convenient excuse to allow these memories to be forgotten, but the real significance behind that loss was not realising how they had subconsciously guided me on my journey towards maturity; that I had forgotten to accord them their due recognition. It was only when I started to re-collect the memories of my time as a student in NHPS, and when the feelings that accompanied those memories stirred my heart again, that the reality of that significance dawned on me as being the foundation of today’s pillars.

Nan Hua Primary School in the eighties was an imposing place to be, especially for a playful boy. And the main reason why it was so is largely attributed to the principal, Madam Fong. In her bid to bring out the best in the boy, a few visits to the principal's office, facilitated by his teachers, were required, in order to impress the virtues of life upon him. Those were comprehensive sessions that consisted of additional lessons ranging from curricular to the school’s motto. On hindsight, I guess it is fair to say that he was really lucky to have been able to enjoy additional time with her, in comparison with most of his peers. During Nan Hua Primary Schools’ SG50 Tribute Lunch To Pioneer Educators on 4 July 2015, this boy took the opportunity to thank Madam Fong, and also apologized to her for being naughty. To that, she replied that Nan Hua has never schooled any naughty pupils; we may have been playful, but in her eyes, we were all good children.

To best describe the highs and lows of school life, the flavours of sour, sweet, bitterness and spiciness comes to mind. When all four flavours are mixed together, the result is the endearing ties that bind everyone who walked in those school grounds. From the staff to the students, from the janitors to the vendors, everyone is fondly remembered. Till today, I still miss the exquisite Chee Cheong Fun that was sold in the tuckshop. It had a distinctive taste that I cannot find anywhere else, and I’m not sure why. Maybe it was the feeling of the bench that I sat on, or the ambience of the environment that I ate it in. Maybe it was the pupils who sat around me, or the commonality of the community that I ate it with. Maybe it was the grandmotherly image of the Por Por preparing the dish, or the home-cooked way it was prepared. Regrettably, two things I’m sure of though, is that 1), I’ve never met the Por Por again since I left the school, and 2), that it was my very first comfort food, and I may never taste it anymore.

Every visit back to the school, every meeting with an old classmate, and every thanks that goes out to every teacher whom I meet again, always results in re-living the sour squabbles between friends over which eraser is better for "eraser wrestling", the sweet happiness of feeding the chickens in the small animals enclosure, the bitter disappointment in losing the race round the "Big Toy" playground, and the spicy "ruler versus knuckles” lessons on the fine art of discipline. The list goes on: Sitting in the carpark in front of the school during morning assembly and looking at the ants that were crawling in front of me (a lesson on nature), listening to the voice from the cassette player reciting passages during listening comprehension (a lesson on concentration), changing out of powdered white shoes to slippers on rainy days (a lesson on planning), fiddling with the melamine mats while sitting on the classroom floor listening to the teacher reading from a giant storybook (a lesson on perspectives - I was always fascinated by the size of those books), squatting and brushing teeth together as a class (a lesson on communal hygiene), going for our health checks by the nurses (a lesson on biology), looking at other classes instead of preparing for the oral comprehension test while sitting in the common area (a lesson on observation), taking the class photo in front of the symbol of heritage (a lesson on organizational positions), spending free time in class after every final year examination catching up with friends on the latest technological developments available in the market (a lesson on computer programming, also commonly referred to as Western Bar, or Donkey Kong). All these memories have accompanied me since. And this is just speaking for one individual. Imagine adding up the collective memories of everyone who have walked those grounds over one hundred years!

The ability to provide the opportunity for a playful boy to return to his alma mater, and smile while he retraces his footsteps and re-live his memories through the sight of his son in the same uniform following in his footsteps, hinges mainly on the longevity of the school. This longevity must be attributed to the hard work of every single entity that has played a part in the successful management, execution and administration of the school and its plans. Special mention goes out to the teaching staff that sacrificed more than just time and effort to ensure that the school can continue to stand as a respected institution for learning. My sincere appreciation and admiration goes out to you all; thank you.

In this time and age where the price of development is the unfortunate loss of heritage and the intertwined legacies that are intricately linked to them, to be able to reach the grand old age of one hundred years old is indeed a milestone achievement worth celebrating. Thus, on this special day, I wish Nan Hua Primary School many more successful years ahead, so that she will always be around to witness the return of her children as adults, to sustain the enriching cycle of the transfer of knowledge between generations, and to protect, care for, guide and love every child that wears her badge.

For everything you've taught me, thank you.

Eddie Yong (Class of 1993)

Reflections of my time in Nan Hua Primary School

I was a student of Nan Hua Primary School from 1984 to 1989. At that time, the school was located at Clementi Avenue 1. I resided in Block 401 which was literally right next to the school. I recall the changing view from my parents’ master bedroom as the plot of empty land alongside the monsoon drain was gradually transformed into a neat angular U-shaped building with an adjoining annex. The deafening din of piles being pounded into the ground was a daily disturbance that residents of Block 401 became accustomed to.

My Primary One class was 1B and I attended the morning session. During recess on the first day, I queued up for the orange-coloured public phone in the tuckshop. I put in three 10-cent coins because I was afraid that the phone would cut me off before I could tell my mother what had happened that morning. What I related to my mother must not have taken more than three minutes because after I hung up the receiver, two 10-cent coins were returned to me.

When the Chinese teacher stepped into class, I was absolutely terrified. I had not spoken a word of Chinese in my life and here was this woman rattling away in a language that was totally alien to me. One of the first Chinese phrases I learnt was “工厂” (gong1 chang3) because it comprised only five strokes and one classmate was daring enough to read this phrase aloud to the seemingly strict teacher.

Despite that shaky start, I was fortunate to have been taught by excellent teachers who patiently guided me and my classmates with heartfelt dedication and care. Nan Hua teachers stirred my curiosity for knowledge and prepared me well for the educational journey ahead. It is truly heartening to note that that Primary One Chinese teacher, Madam Teo Siang Hiok, is still teaching in Nan Hua today, 30 years on.

Beyond the academic curriculum, I was given many opportunities to experience a variety of activities. I was a “Sixer” in the cadet scout troop and I represented the school in track and field as a member of the relay team.

Once for an assembly period, my Primary 6 classmate Ivan and I put up a puppet show featuring two well-known characters from our English textbook, Mr Wollie and Mr Yakki. We flipped a tuckshop table on its side and hid behind it as we manipulated sock puppets over our heads. The performance was so well-received that our principal, Madam Fong Yuet Kwai, announced that we would be presenting the same sketch for the afternoon session. Taken by surprise, it dawned on Ivan and me that we would have to stay back in school longer than expected. I made my way to the orange-coloured public phone and called my mother.

The school in Clementi Avenue 1 was largely a neighbourhood school and many of my ex-classmates still live in the area. Today, society as a whole has changed and Nan Hua Primary School is in a very different educational landscape as compared to the past. However what I hope will remain the same is the educational bedrock which Nan Hua imparts to its pupils. Just as those piles in the ground laid the strong foundation for the U-shaped building, the values and principles inculcated in a child will remain his moral compass as he continues life’s journey after primary school.

I am privileged and proud to have been a student of Nan Hua Primary School.

Jethro Tan (6F 1989)

Meaningful connections

100 years – a monumental milestone in Nan Hua Primary’s history.  Of all the illustrious accolades of the school, the one that stands out is the history of meaningful connections the school has enabled throughout the years.  I am a graduate from the Class of 1990.  Like many of my peers, I started my academic career in Nan Hua right from the Pre-Primary class.   As I looked at our old class photos, it is amazing how it brings back a flood of memories.  Each and every one of the faces on the photos had left their mark during my time in Nan Hua Primary School.  Just like the pre-school “Join-the-Dots” drawings, each connection with these individuals had led to a multitude of experiences and memories that has shaped my life in ways unimagined. 

From my innumerable memories of the school, the most endearing ones has to be of my teachers.  Many of whom have had a great influence on my life.  Notably, the one that stood out was my Primary 4 form teacher – Mr S. Mylvaganam (Mr Myles).  He was a man of impeccable manners.  He reminded me of the good ole English gentleman, with a distinctive air of stately presence.  He was a man of few words but he struck the fear of God in me.  I recalled one incident where a friend had mistakenly taken my English workbook.  In frantic panic, I begged my parents to take a taxi to my friend’s home at 9pm to just collect the workbook.  I was that afraid of my fearsome teacher. Mr Myles retired at the end of that academic year and our class organized a trip to visit him.  For the first time ever, he smiled and joked!  I saw my stern teacher in a very different light.  His humor was infectious. From the position of an educator, I can now deeply appreciate what my dear teacher had done. I see him as the embodiment of an excellent teacher.  The order of tough love is needful in setting standards for us to rise up to.  It was from a position of love for his student that he chose to be firm with us.  To this day, I am grateful for his dedication to our class. 

It is amazing how we are able to remember the slightest things in our day-to-day classroom memories.  I am sure many will remember the “Messenger of Doom” sent from the school’s Dental Clinic.  The visitor with the slip demanding the next dental “victims” would usher a hushed flurry in the classroom.  I am certain all of the fingers and toes of my class were crossed in prayer, hoping not to be on that list.  

Who could ever forget the days following our PSLE examinations? Those times were particularly dear to me, as it was the first time when we had to learn to say goodbye to our friends and embark on different journeys for our Secondary education.  It was filled with days of passing on diaries from one classmate to another, with the hope of capturing as many memories possible.  It is surprising how we managed to keep in touch despite the lack of social media in our day.  

A great number of my primary school memories are also shared with my younger brother. Everyday, we would walk home after school, along with his band of brothers from his class. The little boys would often venture onto the fields of Sussex Estate, in search of the priced Champion Spider or Grasshopper.  In those days, the Estate was like a lost city of standalone houses when its occupants were forced to move out.  The quiet surrounding was covered with lush greenery.  It was a haven for many creepy crawlies, much to the delight of the boys.  I’ve gone on many adventures hunting for him and his little friends after they skipped off to play.  These little friends are still in touch with us today and have become very much like family.   

Today, even as my classmates are scattered across the globe, the memories we share draws us close despite our physical distance.  My class stood in solidarity at the passing of our Primary 6 form teacher - Mdm Ho.  We rejoice in the successes of our friends and shared in the sorrows of their unfortunate experiences too.  It is a tremendous blessing to have the priceless gift of true friendship.  Just the other day, our group of friends remarked how Clementi had changed since our schooling days. “Is the old water fountain still there at Clementi Centre?” asked a friend through Facebook.  Much as the world around us has changed, our friendship remained very much the same since we were 12.  Many of us are wiser and had amassed a wealth of personal experiences.  Yet, when we reminisce about our childhood, we are magically transformed to our 12-year-old selves.  

For the many meaningful connections Nan Hua Primary School had gifted me, I am grateful.  I wish that my children and for many more generations of Nan Hua students, will also receive the priceless gift of meaningful connections of their own.  

Happy Birthday Nan Hua Primary School!  For many more generations, may your name grow ever stronger and more glorious.  

Inez Wong (Class of 1990 )

温暖的记忆

南华,在我心目中,总是一个温暖的名字。

不只是因为它承载了我的童年中许多宝贵的记忆,主要的是,这些回忆中,大部分都是闪烁着晶莹透剔的亮光。

小学时代,头脑简单,同伴们之间胸无城府,除了学校功课,没有补习,没有父母加给的额外作业,天天玩闹。天真无邪的童颜、课室里里外外的欢声笑语,令我难以忘怀。师长们循循善诱、谆谆教诲,不求学子回报,只有无私付出,令我由衷敬佩。她们善良可亲的身影,不止是滋养我人格成长中无形的养分,也一直是我今日成为人师的鼓励。

在求学和工作的过程中,曾旅居海外近十数年,在东西两地闯荡江湖,不断提醒我待人以真的态度是南华的“忠孝仁爱”,规范我处事以诚的标准是南华的“礼义廉耻”。持守母校的校训,让我这些年方方面面近乎通行无阻,偶遇惊涛海浪,终有惊无险,化险为夷。

一晃四十几年过去了,我们几位旧同窗也已各自经过求学、工作、组织家庭、快要娶媳嫁女的阶段,人生走了一大半,在社会上打过滚儿,当中也有与疾病搏斗了好些年的。随着年龄渐长,近年来我们更珍惜难得的聚会。没有职场上的急功近利、少了追逐名利的利益熏心。若不曾在当年相知相识,人生当中能有几个四十年? 每一回相聚,都叫人倍感欣慰。

当有一天皱纹全爬上了脸庞,顽疾缠身,行动艰难。但在记忆中的一角,儿时所珍藏的宝贝仍然会调皮的发着隐隐的光。

在世上,难说,可能有一天,人会失去一切。但谁能抢走母校曾经赐予的温暖? 它如和煦的阳光,不止照耀了我们的童年,在人生的道路上,仍然丰富着我们的前方。

Blessed 100th Anniversary to my alma mater!

陆莹莹