The first chapter, parting sad lyric prose "outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue." The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is over the mountain ... "A song" Farewell Song "written by artist Li Shutong has been sung for decades.
Farewells are always full of people. Parents send their children away from home to finish their studies in a foreign land. All the way was full of exhortations, fearing that the children could not adapt to the strange environment and take care of themselves. The farewell of lovers is even more affectionate. He will be sent to work abroad. When his girlfriend sent him away, he was silent all the way, but full of disappointment. In fact, his heart has long been silently staged to retain his inner drama ... He will be sent to a foreign land for a year, long or short, and what changes will it bring to them in a foreign land?
A series of micro-movies are being staged at stations and airports every day, with laughter and tears. We all like to go to stations and airports to meet people who have been waiting for a long time. He will come back, and he will bring a lot of gains and joy to share with you. The sadness of parting disappeared at the moment I saw him. As we all know, this time we were together after the last separation! This time, I can get together with my beloved him again. How nice! It's almost time to get together. At this moment, full of joy and excitement has been rippling in my heart. Perhaps, you have forgotten the scene of sending him that day, and vaguely remember that you were in tears and hugged him affectionately at the airport that day. Maybe, if you hold him tight, he won't leave. Although he doesn't want to leave, this time, he can't give up so easily because of the company's distribution! So, he can't bear to part with you ... Think of the writer Zhang Xiaoxian's saying that "parting is for reunion". Is it really for reunion? People in the past paid a lot for a relationship, such as giving up ideals and giving up opportunities. People nowadays can give up a relationship for these. Parting is just to pursue something better. Yes! Parting is for reunion, and this parting is for the next reunion. So, all parting is meaningful, right? Is it the mission of focusing on gathering? Only when you leave can you meet again! Aren't you going to pick him up this time? I was so excited that I didn't sleep well last night. I don't wear much makeup today, almost plain. I changed into a pink dress in a hurry, because it is his favorite, and he likes to see you wearing this pink dress. Remember, he said you were the purest in a pink skirt. Imagine him, and immediately go straight to the airport, imagining his appearance and everything in the car ... "Sometimes, sometimes, I will believe that everything has an end, and sometimes, when we meet and leave, nothing is eternal ..." Faye Wong's Red Bean reached my ears. This song in the taxi is just like your mood now, and it is very appropriate.
Who likes parting! We are not good at saying goodbye. Perhaps, parting again and again makes you understand that gathering and parting are just a normal state of life. Where there is gathering, there is parting; Only when we leave will we get together. Get together and leave, sometimes. When you leave, with the expectation of gathering in your heart, it will not be too sad to leave; When we are together, we cherish the feelings in our hearts, and being together is even more memorable!
It turns out that parting can only be completed when we get together! This parting is for the next reunion. We should cherish every gathering and every parting!
I don't know how many streets I have walked, in a strange city, to find that familiar figure.
And "Every time I think of you, I secretly cry, so don't think of you in my heart …" What's wrong with us? Then what happened to us? I have been thinking about this problem from time to time. Some people say that time is a top, turning and turning, and I don't know when it will stop or when it will turn so slowly.
I still listen to your songs every day, but the feeling is not the original feeling. I want to give you my heart as a souvenir. This love will be fresh whenever it opens. Goodbye rainy day, goodbye damn youth. I want to dance, just like the whirl of time, graceful steps and slow steps. I long for time to slowly appreciate the roadside scenery, even if it is just a wild flower.
Our youth has always been an accident, the first encounter is an accident, acquaintance is an accident, walking together is an accident, separation is an accident, some people say that coincidence does not make a book, and our youth is indeed five accidents, which does not achieve youth. Others say that youth is absurd. Do you always think about it? Absurd, where did we come from without youth?
Many people are talking about the absurdity of youth, but everyone is enjoying the absurd youth. Think about it, did you miss her (him) suddenly one night, and then the stars in the sky merged into her smile? Think about it, is there such a rainy day that you still look for her with an umbrella? Is it her (him) or you in the crowd? Think about it, will you cherish even a note she gave you, even if you haven't opened it for the second time for several years?
Sometimes, I'm afraid to see you. I feel that sugar and salt are mixed together, and I can't tell whether it is salty or sweet. Perhaps, I have forgotten your appearance and your shirt, but I only remember that feeling. It is a word that will make you find a sense of light in a dark world. Some people call it happiness. It turns out that happiness is simple, just one word.
There is a question, I don't know how old it has been: if I love you and you love, choose one, which one will you choose? Use your head full of bees or ants' thoughts, and then you seem to find a thread from the messy thread, that's all. I love you, but when you sit in that position, you will find that your choice is always your love. This is an instinct, you don't have to try to quibble, because when you think, you have already determined your choice.
I'm not sure where I got so much art in my life. The people around you are separated, and so are the people around you. I often think that this may be life, and there is life.
When it rains, you don't know which umbrella will be your former goddess (male god), but one thing is certain, that is, the goddess (male god) is definitely not with you, because at that moment, you are also confused in the rain and don't know where to go next, whether to go for a walk, get caught in the rain or lie in bed listening to the rain.
We have been wandering for too much youth, moving from one hotel to another, just like the irony now. Without a house, you will only wander. If you are lucky, you will accept the warm hospitality of the shopkeeper and have a good sleep. You think you are in love, and then you will eventually leave, because the owner will leave, too.
Then, you hit the road again and go to the next hotel. Even if the shopkeeper there is not enthusiastic, your desire for the next shopkeeper will be the same as that of people in the desert, knowing that it is a cactus and dreaming of squeezing out some water. Start a new wandering with hope. ...
Tired, but I don't know who I can show my dancing eyes to, or everyone passing by the hotel has such a pair of tearful eyes, red ... lost dreams. How can we find them and continue our tired steps, whether with nostalgia for the past or longing for tomorrow, or even instinctively looking at others? Anyway, we are on the road, we are all on the road. ...
I often wonder when youth will start and end. We just thought and thought, but we couldn't get the answer. We are all in it, and perhaps we can only see our beauty from the dry eyes of the old man. However, we don't care about such eyes, we are still thinking about youth.
Many years later, maybe you will find that the students who studied well in those years are now mixed with society, the former goddess is now in a nightclub, and the former slacker is now a teacher ... Do you care about the initial feeling or the initial her (him)?
I have such a dream that maybe one day, I can wear blue shoes and lie under the cherry tree. When I turned around, I suddenly found that she said, "Hey, you didn't go far ..."
My homesickness is somewhat like "stamps", some like "annual rings", but more like my heart. She was born in my heart and grew up in my brow.
I remember when I first left my hometown, people were already as tired as frosted eggplant.
On the day of parting, my wife followed me silently and sent me out of the village. She didn't say a dynamic word, didn't say goodbye warmly, and just followed me reluctantly. Also, when she left, she met the greetings and blessings of the villagers all the way, and silently answered the tears that flowed secretly in her heart.
Yes, my wife's tears are the source of my homesickness, and the solemn farewell of the villagers is the reason for my homesickness. Every day and night in a foreign city, I miss my hometown and my relatives very much. Many unaccustomed lives have added a lot of homesickness to me for no reason.
I'm not used to staying alone in my room and enduring loneliness and cold. Always lying in bed bored, as if something was missing. Oh, it's the warmth of my wife, the laughter of my children, the nagging of my mother in front of the whole class, and the greetings from the villagers across the street. I can only lie alone in the room, staring at the ceiling, thinking about my wife's good, dreaming of the children's laughter, talking and laughing with the villagers at myself, quietly shedding lonely tears. ...
Not used to, not used to the estrangement between human feelings in different places.
When a person is outside, he always feels that there is a faint heart around him. Not to mention living in the same community, living in the same building, or working in the same office, how much kindness do you have behind the smiling faces of people from all corners of the country? What's more, the coolness of people walking in tea is the most chilling. When I am homesick, everything is shallow sadness. Such a sad life aroused my nostalgia for my hometown. Therefore, the smiling faces of the villagers are always revisited over and over again, and the friendly voices of the villagers always echo in my ears. Heart, a little warm, a little relieved, a little expectation and even excitement.
"How bright the moonlight at home is! People are relatives of their hometown. " Local accent is a kind of kindness, and nostalgia is a kind of warmth.
I still remember that during the busy farming season, when someone in the village had something unfinished, some villagers took the initiative to ask, and then consciously went to help "double grab" (grab early rice and late rice in July). Don't forget that a disaster happened in the village where the villagers lived, and the villagers spontaneously sent money to pay attention to send warm.
Homesickness is a longing, and homesickness is a heartache.
Homesickness is a silent yearning and companionship, and homesickness is a feeling that cannot be explained or given up.
Sometimes, standing under tall buildings or gathering under neon lights, the smile on your face still can't hide your homesickness. I will always love the green mountains and green waters in my hometown, and I can't bear to leave my wife, children and girls at home and get cold. I am ashamed to take them with me and can't share them. Then, the feeling of homesickness came to my mind again, and I frowned heavily with homesickness.
Nostalgia is an old wine. The longer it grows, the more emotional it becomes.
A person who has been wandering in a foreign land for many years always loves his family and thinks about his country. Eating the faint Cantonese food in my mouth, I feel the taste is wrong. Oh, it was my wife's cooking, with a strong hometown flavor; Looking at topless women in the street, although they also feel beautiful, they are always unhappy. Oh, it turns out that they are not as dignified, docile and considerate as their wives at home, nor as simple as their hometown women. At this time, deep homesickness is dignified in my heart, and infinite thoughts stick to my brow.
Oh, I finally understand the different ideas of strangers in a foreign land. It turns out that this is homesickness, that is, I miss the folks who have been remembered since childhood, and I miss the homesickness that has been warm in my heart since childhood.
Nostalgia is like smoke, haunting my heart, haunting the mountains, waters and people in my hometown. ...
When I left my hometown where I was born and raised, I lost this warm affection. I really want to go home often to kiss my wife and hug my children. I really want to go home often to see my childhood friends and listen to the caring voice from my hometown.
Relatives are hearts, homesickness is warmth. The wanderer's heart always misses his loved ones. The wanderer's heart should be warm with homesickness, and the wanderer's feelings should be expressed in local accent. The crooked autumn moon knows the local accent best, and the autumn wind knows the homesickness best.
Parting sentimental prose in applause, the literary performance ended perfectly. Accompanied by it, it is a suffocating sense of parting in the air.
Looking back suddenly, when we thought there was still a long time, 12 days of social practice activities in the three rural areas quietly came to an end. It is precisely because of this that we are still immersed in it, and we feel particularly sad and particularly reluctant. However, apart from melancholy, I think more about what I have gained from this trip to the countryside. I think this may be a question that each of us should think about. And I also believe that my trip has gained something, gained some insights and gained some insights.
What I got was to meet a group of classmates who are as lovely and interesting as me. They, like my children, will make people angry, but at the same time they will make me happy, so that I can't be really angry, just like a mother loves her children, she will never be really angry, as long as she is more worried and caring. What I got was to meet all the teammates on the team. They are so friendly and considerate. Although they are colleagues, they are more like friends and family. The scene is so harmonious, so happy, so happy. What I gained was that I met the amiable secretary Zhan. He was so enthusiastic and always gave us advice and solved problems, just like our parents, which made us want to be close and dependent. I am lucky to get it!
What I feel is the seemingly ordinary but so warm-hearted sentence from the students, which is the action of consciously accompanying the teacher to sweep the floor, and it is the scene where the students applaud the teacher's wonderful classroom. What I feel is the meticulous care of my teammates, their humility and love for me, their spirit of mutual help and love, and their courage to walk out of a long, true and effective scientific research road despite difficulties. I'm flattered that they care so much about me. What I feel is that the little girl who is still in kindergarten, whenever the classroom bell rings, she always listens quietly outside the classroom, and even carefully copies notes after class, reaching the state of forgetting to eat and sleep, which makes people cry and admire.
What I have learned is that students are good or bad, but we don't know them well enough and observe their words and deeds carefully enough. Only by observing, discovering and caring with heart, they are all our good students. What I have learned is that there are all parents in the world. However, it is not easy to get along well with parents. After all, parents always care about their children's education and growth, which is understandable. However, too much care and discipline aggravate the contradiction between children and parents, which is not conducive to the establishment and maintenance of good parent-child relationship. Perhaps, in another way, like friends, it is the truth to communicate with children at the same level. What I have learned is that the role of experience should not be underestimated. Many times, it was completely unexpected. It is because of my experience that I manage my class in order, unite and love my family. It is also because of my experience that I can handle some unexpected events better without making any mistakes. It is because of my experience that I want to share, discuss and make progress with my friends.
Throughout 12 days of practical activities, there are happiness, sadness, pride and frustration. However, no matter which one, I can always learn a lot from it and feel a lot. I think this is also a quite substantial and happy practical activity in the countryside. Perhaps, I think, it is because I have such a full and happy life that I am even more moved at the moment when I am sad to leave. However, I firmly believe that "all things must come to an end", and I will come back to see the scenery, trees and people again. Even if the scenery is gone, even if people are empty, even if things are different, my heart is still worried about that party, that person and that thing.
Part V: Parting Sad Lyric Prose Su Dongpo said: People have joys and sorrows, the moon has ups and downs, and it is difficult for the past to be complete. It can be seen that parting is always an inevitable thing in life. But when it comes to parting, there is nothing but a trace of sadness in my brow. Liu Yong pointed out that since ancient times, customs have hurt parting, and it is even more worthy of snubbing the Qing Autumn Festival. The more affectionate people are, the more inseparable they are when they leave, and the more sad they are. The ancients had clouds, which were constantly cut and confused. It is a kind of sadness, especially a taste in my heart.
I have been in Quancheng Jinan for nearly four years. During my study in Jinan University, I became familiar with all the flowers and plants, pavilions and pavilions on campus. Although I come from southern Hunan, which is different from the local customs here, I am used to colorful spring and snowy winter. Used to munching on steamed bread or pie; Accustomed to the generosity of drinking with friends. The passion on the basketball court and the joy at the party seem to be just yesterday's clouds, which are still fresh in my memory today. Everything here is integrated into my life.
However, what I am most afraid of now is sitting still, recalling the life of the past four years and the lovely people in my life. One of the people who are afraid of memory but can't help it is the old man. They lack passion for the future and indulge in the past. Second, people who want to leave, because leaving friends with roots and threads is a very painful thing, and memories are painkillers. Not that it can be cured, but that it can be alleviated.
I used to think that the most painful parting in the world is the parting of lovers. When lovers leave, it is best to leave quietly. Don't wait for "holding hands and looking at each other with tears, speechless and choking". Now it seems that even students who don't talk much on weekdays will not be as sad as lovers when they leave.
Li Bai has a poem saying: only make the master drunk and think that a foreign country is his hometown. What can fascinate customers is wine, and what can fascinate customers is affection. Jinan is not my hometown, but I have the same heart sound as Li Bai. There are bold children in Shandong, like-minded friends, willows that depend on people, intoxicating red flowers, and a thousand-year culture of Confucius and Mencius.
When I walk on a familiar path, I am surrounded by familiar flowers and trees. I used to sit, run and somersault on the grass; Ten thousand drooping green silk tapestries have touched willows, just like touching a girl's hair. Now, every time I look up, I will leave this familiar land and familiar people in a few days, and I can't help feeling a little sad. That's like saying goodbye to "advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go to the west for no reason." Sometimes, I can't help but imagine what will happen after I leave. Will the children from Shandong come to see me off? When they drank their glasses one by one, I said to him at parting, "Oh, go and ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends!" ?
Parting means another beginning. However, who can resist the tears in their eyes?
Today is the ninth day, and there is still one day before we go back to school. In the blink of an eye, I really felt these four words for the first time. Think back ten days ago, as if every other day, as if I had just come to these children and just met them. In the blink of an eye, we will leave. In just ten days, we have established a deep friendship with these children and are very reluctant to leave Bishan Primary School.
These ten days of life, there are sweets in bitterness, but the bitter thing is the living conditions. We can only sleep on the floor, eat the same pot, take a shower and queue up. However, it is these difficult days that give all of us a chance to get closer to each other. In the process of going to the countryside, we learned how to cook, how to teach children to read and write, and more importantly, how to unite. In these short ten days, we met many emergencies and solved many emergencies. Going to the countryside not only exercises our will, but also unites us, which is very rare in our life experience. At first, I knew I had gone to the countryside, but I refused in my heart. I didn't want to teach children in poor areas during the summer vacation, but I couldn't follow the big army here.
I changed my mind about going to the countryside in just ten days. This is really an educational activity. I will tell my brothers and sisters that going to the countryside is really a wonderful thing, so let them cherish it.
Tomorrow will be the last day. How can I make good use of this last day to get along with my children? These innocent, lively and lovely children have unconsciously brought us their happiness.
I'm going back now, and I hope the children can grow up healthily and happily. Although I'm sad to leave now, I'll get better in the end.