Author/Wang Xinkuan? Modern Times
Summer has long since disappeared from the calendar.
The heat wave is still raging and the dance refuses to leave.
One pole of autumn rain is extremely cool.
It's cool on the way to school by bike in the morning.
The asphalt road condenses into intermittent yellow lines.
Two rows of street trees and new houses are flying around me.
The car looks like a warship, breaking through the morning fog like a wave and moving all the way forward.
It's already dawn.
All kinds of people who do morning exercises and sell vegetables are laid back.
Cars and trolleys come and go.
The mountains in the distance are blurred and foggy.
When the river evaporated, the fish jumped out of the water and crackled.
Green vegetation is dense in the fog, and birds are chirping and singing.
I wipe the frosted glass from time to time and lift the black frame.
Drums as dull as war drums accompanied the early morning concert.
Rice has become a cheerful new grain under the sound of two or three times.
I sincerely respect these left-behind farmers.
They didn't waste the land on the roadside.
The joy of harvest condensed their hard work and busyness.
I'm on the bike.
Young crops can be enjoyed in spring and summer, and rewards can be yellow in autumn.
Duck farmers' bamboo poles and rafts pierce the mirror-like water surface.
A flock of ducks followed, frolicking freely for food.
Overlapping fan-shaped arcs will smudge the ink painting Jiangnan.
Prophet water heating, they should also be the prophet Shui Han.
The familiar banana is green and withered.
Every time I go up or down, my teaching career adds a new ring.
I sigh that its life that died in winter will still sprout and remain strong in the coming year.
I thank it for standing on the side of the road like a lighthouse and guiding me to the next stop.
Just start school.
My big belly and laziness were dragged off the sofa.
The whole person seems to be straightened a lot, and his eyes are shining.
Push away the clouds of troubles and cut off the mess of leisure. I got on the Qingqi and packed my bags.
The rising sun rises from behind me, stretching my figure and thoughts together.
Good teacher, good teacher, good morning.
Simple greetings and sunshine dispelled the lingering confusion of gloom.
My ideal ship set sail in the morning sun in Yun Fan.
2. Opening ceremony
Text/Yining? Modern Times
The wind is really warm. The applause was also very warm.
Give a bright score, a bright five-star red flag.
Like most inferiority complex, standing in the crowd.
I will say the number with satisfaction. What a beautiful blue sky and white clouds
All the happiness that has nothing to do with study will only be set off.
There is no comparability. Nuandi
Not polite, but sincere.
Clap for every good news you hear.
The wind is really warm. The boy's grimace in front covered a small piece of golden sunshine.
I want to change April into a new dress, or, more beautiful.
But the dramatic scene was staged.
Someone called my bright name under the blue sky and white clouds.
Without my work clothes, I stood next to another work clothes.
Take a picture as a souvenir. Because of the bright colors, I bowed my head and returned to the team.
I'm ashamed of being different. This heavy certificate
Into a leaden cloud in my heart. There are no overalls.
I said, I don't deserve it
The students cheered for me under the platform
I cried in vain.
I don't deserve it I always thought so. ...
Step 3 go to school
Author: Tianhushan people? Modern Times
Tianhushan people
It's raining hard,
The leaves of buttonwood are yellow.
The children were dazzled by the red towel,
The umbrella is yellow and the hat is gorgeous.
The schoolbag is heavy,
Small hands holding big hands.
The road is noisy,
There are many horses and cars coming and going.
The traffic police commander is very busy.
The school gate is crowded with people.
The tender face is anxious and angry,
Hong Tong is panting again.
Step 4 go to school
Author: Guo Cuiling? Modern Times
Inscription: Teachers' Day Second Feeling
If knowledge can be inherited
We wouldn't have to go to school.
That way, I was born.
We are undergraduates.
However, if so.
We will lose our alma mater.
No teacher.
No classmates.
So don't.
Don't let parents put knowledge
Pass it on to us
Or invite parents?
Take us to school.
at school
We have a teacher to teach us.
Hello, classmates! Hello, teacher!
Please stand up and sit down!
5. Walking on the way to school when I was a child.
Author: Zixi? Modern Times
There is an orchard by the roadside.
We owe apples to the old man who planted trees.
The old man can't remember our names.
Come to school and complain to the teacher.
Let's grow up and die for him.
There is a large sunflower growing on the roadside.
We hit sunflower seeds with slingshots.
The mountain man stopped us every time.
Just cut our rubber band with a sickle.
Warn us that when we grow up,
Everyone should plant a crop for the team.
There is also a small river, which often soars.
Winter came and the river was cold, so we built a wooden bridge.
When all the boys have passed, we will tear down the bridge.
The girls had to cry on the other side.
Many years later, I walked on my way to school alone.
The old man who thought of planting fruit trees has been dead for many years.
Seeing the mountain man is said to have collapsed in bed, unable to speak.
All those girls have married far away and have grandchildren.
But the orchards are gone, the fields are deserted and the rivers are dried up.
Only the primary school behind him, and a red flag like a red scarf floating around the neck of the mountain.