That year, he went to teach in a small village in Basu, Tibet. Two years later, he was able to return to the city and get a good job.
The children in the school come from different villages. The closest ones live in the countryside, and the farthest ones even have to climb a snow-capped mountain with an altitude of 3,000 meters. He was very familiar with the child who lived in the farthest place. His name was Yecuo, and he had a small dark face with two patches of plateau red. It is said that he is the poorest student in this school. He only has one horse at home and is the only source of livelihood for the whole family. He carries the burden of life for them. When spring comes, he can occasionally pick up a few tourists.
Yecuo is usually very silent, but his eyes are very special, a bit timid and melancholy. There is panic in the melancholy, and a trace of determination in the panic. In this remote town, the eyes he saw were uniform. The eyes of the elderly and children were the same, single and pure. But this child seemed to have a lot of content in his eyes.
When the snow is heavy, children from far away have no choice but to stay and live in the teacher’s dormitory. That day, there were several children left in his dormitory.
That night, the children looked through his things with his permission and played wildly with his guitar. Only Yecuo, the melancholy little boy, was looking through one of his little music boxes. It was a birthday gift given to him by his first girlfriend when he was a freshman. Although they broke up before graduation, he still kept this beautiful music box. In the days after he arrived, he would always open it and listen to the familiar song "Für Elise", his eyes blurred with tears until one day, the clockwork broke.
At this moment, Yecuo was stroking the music box, his eyes showing the familiar light melancholy.
He walked over and asked Yecuo: "Do you know what it is called?"
"No." Yecuo always said so little.
"It's called a music box, and it will sing as soon as you open the lid."
"Who gave it to you?" Yecuo actually asked a question that caught him off guard.
"My mother gave it to me on my birthday. But now it's broken, or I can let you listen to it." He still lied to the child.
Yecuo glanced at him, lowered his head and said nothing.
The snow was very heavy that night, and he could hear the trees snapping in the mountains behind the school. When he woke up the next day, he saw that many of the branches of the trees on the playground were broken by the weight of snow. In the distance, there was nothing but snow, and nothing but white.
That time, Yecuo stayed in his dormitory for three full days, but starting from the second night, Yecuo began to miss home. He cried when he heard the rustling sound of wind and snow in the middle of the night. He couldn't help but hold him in his arms and asked: "I miss my mother, don't you?"
"I want to see my grandma." As soon as Yecuo opened his mouth, another string of tears fell.
He encouraged the children: "Yecuo, the teacher can only see my mother once a year. The teacher also misses her very much, but the teacher doesn't cry. Can you please stop crying?"
Yecuo looked at him and stopped crying. At dusk on the third day, Yecuo's mother rode a horse to the door of his dormitory and picked up Yecuo.
In the winter of that year, the snow had been very heavy. During the Chinese New Year, the snow had already blocked the road. He missed home but was unable to go back.
Finally the next spring arrived, with less snow and warm sunshine. He heard that the town not far away began to receive few tourists. The road seemed to be open, but he had no time to go home because the children had already started school.
Yecuo also came, as if he was a new child. His eyes were no longer slightly melancholy, but seemed to have an indescribable joy. Looking at him, I couldn't help but think He smiled, but still didn't like to talk, and always looked at him secretly.
Then it was his birthday, no one celebrated for him, and he lit candles for himself alone. But three days later, he unexpectedly received a mail package from Beijing. When he opened it, it turned out to be a music box, which was even more beautiful than his one. There was a letter in the music box. When he looked at it, his heart melted like spring snow...
The letter was sent by a stranger in Beijing. The man said in the letter , he came to Basu once a month ago and met a child named Yecuo. The child took the family horse and sent him into the mountains, but did not charge him a penny. He only asked him to give him money in early April after he returned. His teacher sent a music box as a birthday gift, because the music box given to him by his mother was broken, and the teacher had not seen his mother for a long time...
He only needs to teach there for two years. , but he stayed for six full years before going back.
Timeline Game
Why do we love time travel? Because time travel is like dreaming or playing a game, jumping back and forth on the timeline is so fun!
When a modern woman with a bold personality travels back to a conservative dynasty, the stories can be enough to make dozens of TV series. Thinking about it this way, maybe Wu Zetian was a powerful modern professional woman (such as Du Lala) who traveled to the Tang Dynasty?
However, it is said that there are rules for time travel, and any traces left by the person who travels through time will be corrected by time and become traceless.
This rule that I don’t know where it came from reassures everyone: Go into history and be bold and fool around! Time will correct everything!
In fact, if you can travel to an ancient palace, be sisters with the scheming concubines, and fall in love with the princes who are vying for power, this time travel is simply lucky, and every day is full of surprises and stories.
But what if you are not so lucky and travel to a mediocre life?
But such time-travel stories have been happening: after a long journey, we finally arrived somewhere. The people around me spoke a strange language, wore different clothes, and even looked a little strange. All the buildings are different from the familiar ones. Where is this? Where is the food and where can I sleep?
The feeling of suddenly being in a foreign country is the same as traveling through time - the familiar people are no longer around, and everything has to be learned from scratch. There is no one to share your feelings with, and you have to solve any difficulties by yourself. Studying abroad is a path that many young friends will choose. They will discover that this time travel is not a thrilling TV series, but a long marathon.
Going abroad is a psychological and cultural journey. You will be very excited at first and find everything fun. Then you will feel lonely, because you are trapped in a life that you have no control over, and you have to adapt to the surrounding environment. This process is often long and boring. What we face is a repetitive life day after day: going to class, going home, surfing the Internet, and doing homework. It's like living in a different world, but without the excitement of traveling through the show.
The safest way to travel is like knowing that the well in the backyard is a time tunnel. If the era you travel to is not satisfactory to you, you can jump directly into the well and change dynasties. Just like changing channels while watching TV, as soon as the Moonlight Box is opened, the people in front of you change into the fashion of another dynasty. Going abroad as an alternative to traveling through time is quite safe. You know this is a temporary state, you know the way back, and everything is still within control. Just be a good friend with loneliness.
It is said that liberal arts students like to travel back in time to ancient times, because ancient times have their favorite poetic and picturesque atmosphere, and modern people who go back to ancient times have a strong knowledge advantage. If they can predict the occurrence of historical events, they can be regarded as semi-immortals. . This kind of time travel is really taking advantage of the ancients.
Science students yearn to travel to the future. They long to drive spaceships and wield laser swords to fight in the universe. A dynasty is nothing, the entire universe is worthy of their dreams. A postdoctoral friend who observes mice in the laboratory every day told me his dream: to reconstruct proteins so that humans can have various special functions. Of course, his first step is to let the mice grow into mice with special functions. He has been conducting experiments for three years and has not seen any concrete progress. He can only soar around the world in his imagination of time travel—according to his theory, human cells can become lighter and carry people flying like balloons, so that the world no longer has to fight for oil, and mankind can usher in true peace. . With the world in mind, he can only record the condition of the mice every three hours.
Time travel is an ideal shortcut, allowing us to fly over the ordinary and daily life in our imagination, flying over all necessary steps, and directly enter and enjoy the dramatic plot. But in reality, time travel cannot avoid any step, whether it is studying the books of sages or waiting for the results of an experiment.