Northland condenses China, while Saibei is rotten; Northland is full of cold nights, while Saibei is bright. Northern writers will wave a pen and tap the keyboard, and the new elegant collection is Tu Xiadan; Also borrow the east wind to cut the scenery and turn it into a chapter.
—— Editor in charge: Wu Yunfeng
It was an ordinary afternoon, and the annoying autumn wind blew all day. After school, the wind is still strong. I didn't ride a bike and got into a taxi.
There are no other passengers. The driver carefully asked me where I was going and if it was urgent. I know what he means. Tell him I'm not in a hurry. He smiled with gratitude.
"Then wait a minute!"
"hmm."
At the end of the day, I'm really exhausted from preparing lessons, giving lectures and correcting. I closed my eyes and had to start planning the content of dinner.
"I'm calling you, right?"
The driver's question interrupted my train of thought. I followed his hand and looked out the window:
"Chinese teacher! Chinese teacher! "
At the school gate, several boys shouted, smiled and greeted me like children. I have to admire their eyesight and enthusiasm. Through the thick glass windows, the crowd passing through the school is bustling. They can see me and greet the teacher excitedly after school!
I smiled and waved goodbye to them. Looking at the smiling faces of children like flowers, I seem to have walked into a small garden full of flowers, felt the warmth like spring, smelled the faint fragrance and heard the sound of flowers blooming. As a result, fatigue is no longer, troubles are no longer, and even the days of depression are gone. Only touched, a kind of wordless, invisible and unparalleled touched. ...
I also think of the days when they just walked into the middle school gate. Every day, three or five boys and girls give me a team salute. Say hello or ask a question. The standard Young Pioneers ceremony really makes you laugh, but the sincerity and respect from the heart can't be refused anyway.
Every time after class, I can always meet them on the stairs, and I can't help but be moved by the voice of "good teacher". The boy's pious expression and the girl's slightly shy eyes are like a spring breeze, which blows my heart, which is a little numb because of being too busy, with a little warm and spring message. Once upon a time, I also said hello to teachers with this piety and shyness. At that time, I would never have thought that one day many years later, I became the protagonist in the story and assumed this sacred and respectable role.
The "March 8" festival is coming, and the education system organizes cultural performances. On that day, several colleagues and I put on a little makeup and put on bright and eye-catching clothes. As soon as I got out of the teaching building, I saw those children who were going to physical education class on the playground. I quietly hid behind others and didn't dare to look up. I was afraid that they would see me wearing red and green makeup, but my eagle-eyed classmates found out:
"Chinese teacher!"
"Chinese teacher!"
The children shouted and laughed, as if a group of fans had met a star they admired very much. The shouts came from the heart and the laughter was so sincere that even the football fans stopped fighting and greeted each other. I had to slow down and respond to their greetings. At that moment, I really felt flattered.
The winter vacation is coming. When I was sorting out books, I saw the greeting cards lying quietly in the drawer. It's not so much a greeting card as a small picture with three moon cakes painted with oil pastels and written in English: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Happy Teachers' Day! Colorful and spring-like, this is a class masterpiece carefully drawn by me on behalf of the children, and I was deeply moved.
There is also a note in the composition book, "Teacher Jia …" and "A governess …", which are the customary names of two villains in the "Four Great Talents". It's time to tell the truth again. We talk about everything. From loving mother in strict father to education system; From ka kui to Jay; From besieged city to the edge of love and pain. There is no generation gap, no tyranny, only mutual understanding and tolerance.
On my desk, piles of homework are neatly placed there, waiting for my review. I know it's the class representative of class six in primary school again. Her cleverness and meticulous work can't help but make me sit up and take notice of her.
On New Year's Eve, the first person who called to greet me was the big boy who didn't even understand the words, was tongue-tied, freckled and had countless "why" in his mind. Although he only said a few words, it was a sincere blessing from a pure heart after all!
In a blink of an eye, 1000 days passed in a hurry. Looking back on the past three years, there is only warmth and affection in my heart. It's hard to forget the brilliant one who cried like a pear after making a mistake, and the constant "I'm so embarrassed ..." in his mouth; It's hard to forget the "rabbit" who was lying on the table laughing and crying because he read a wrong word; It is hard to forget the best combination of wisdom and beauty, the "princess" with long eyelashes and bright eyes; Exaggerated and funny, clever and dexterous "six hearts" and his super wonderful dribbling are unforgettable ... too many unforgettable and reluctant feelings quietly bloom in the spring buds. I don't know why I am so lucky, let me enter this spring world, I can't bathe in spring! Their sincerity, their infinite trust, their quick thinking, their optimism, everything, all make me ecstatic and miss it! After three years of winter and summer, I can't face my departure calmly, but I can't escape, because birds belong to the blue sky.
Therefore, when I face Qvanxian Zhang's face under the podium and listen to the sound of 133 seedlings sprouting, my heart is no longer just sad for parting. Outside the window, it is warm sunshine. I know that spring is back-