On April 1, a highly recognizable day, I got up early.
? Just climbed N steps, and when the small platform was about to enter the office, the cry of "Teacher Zhang" came from behind. I looked back and saw that Prince Zhou had jumped over. He pursed his lips, and there was mystery in his tall little eyes: "Teacher Zhang, is today your birthday?"
"Who said that?" I was shocked. This is quite private, especially for teachers. "Zilin said." He grinned happily. "Who told Zilin?" I don't know. "He skipped away, leaving only one sentence," I made a bookmark and will give it to you later ... "I stood there and waited for a while, a little annoyed. Can children concentrate in class now?
However, this little trouble soon turned over. Put down my schoolbag, I'm in a hurry to go to class and watch morning reading. I just walked through the corner of the corridor and looked up habitually, but I didn't see Han Zheng's small figure habitually lying on the railing on the fifth floor, which made me very unaccustomed. This kid watches "school movies" and acts as a "scout" in the corridor every day under the guise of helping to collect temperature strips. He has never been absent. Where did he go today? Is it related to my birthday?
Rushing upstairs, I saw him and Peng Yun, a member of their "running group", standing in the corridor, motionless against the window, like a statue. This is so abnormal. Hankyung is itchy all over, but Brother Feng is not much better. When my eyes fell on a wooden chessboard through Han Zheng's small shoulders, I was immediately on fire. Playing chess, they came to school early to play chess! Just want to scold, and suddenly stopped. What if they are national players in the future and this hobby is destroyed? I glanced at them and said, "Go in!"
Purple Rui in the window quietly handed a bookmark made of green cardboard, which reminded me of my birthday again and nodded my head to express my gratitude. Fortunately, I only received his greeting card and didn't hear anyone's blessing. It seems that this birthday is just a small news, and everything is as usual, which is the best!
As a result, this day was reduced to thousands of ordinary days. Class, class, class, class, students silently passed the exam ... During this period, handsome Wang Ziyi asked me if I would come to school this afternoon and said that I had drawn a picture for me. Later, I put a hand-drawn picture of a talented woman on my desk, and I didn't take it to heart. I am a person whose logo is April 1 How should I be careful?
However, meeting Wang Ziyi in the lobby in front of the office in the fourth class made me alert. Why is this naughty egg, a Jia Baoyu-style boy who is very concerned by girls, hanging around here? Are you fat to cut class?
Wang Ziyi!' I yelled at him. He was obviously frightened and his face flushed. "Oh, oh ..." At this moment, I didn't notice that Zhang was with him. This girl is a model student. She not only studies well, but also cares about my class teacher's heart. She often helps me support my class. I saw her holding a love sticker in time, and kept mumbling in panic. What's going on here? How did they get together?
"Wang Ziyi is doing good!" I'm still in the fog, and Wu, a handsome sports guy, is happy to speak for me. "Really, I promise, most of what he usually does is bad, but this time it's really a good thing." "Passing the diamond painting Chen, also nasty echo.
"We, me, us," Ziyi was still a little nervous. "Help the teacher with things." Oh, with the guarantee of two handsome teachers and excellent students, what can you do? Wave and bury yourself in the homework pile.
"Chun Yan, your classmates are going to give you a birthday." Teacher Huang told me happily. "impossible." I don't believe it without warning. "They asked me to write you a card." "Can't say, can't say." Teacher Chen, my deputy class, quickly stopped it.
Don't these children just want to send me a card? Just write it yourself. Must I ask the teacher to help me write in English? Of course, this should still be a trivial matter. I smiled and buried myself in my homework again.
? However, if I hadn't been born in that beautiful April 1 day, if I had been more careful, I could still see some Ni Duan. Several students in my class actually stood in front of teachers in other classes, and they panicked when I asked them to take their exercise books. But I didn't think about it at all, only blaming myself for scaring children like this.
After a busy morning, it is afternoon again. Hardly had he stepped into the office when Han Zheng's children arrived. "Teacher Zhang," he stared at the other side of the floor, looking very shy, "there is something in the class that I want you to deal with." As soon as the voice fell, people disappeared.
The acting skills are really poor and plain. In my opinion, it's too fake. In case of emergency, this boy must be like pouring beans. But what is this? Suddenly, I remembered Miss Huang's words. Maybe they want to give me a birthday surprise?
What will they do? Yes, maybe they will greet me in unison, and maybe there will be a blackboard illustration with a birthday theme. After all, this technique is often used in the "flea market" in my class. I think when I walk.
The corridor of the classroom is quiet, the doors and windows are closed, and even the curtains are closed. The moment I pushed the door, I suddenly felt a little nervous.
? "Happy birthday, Teacher Zhang!" The neat and loud greetings filled the whole space, and the students stood there smiling and looking straight at me, like twinkling stars in mottled light and shadow. Shi Ting next to the podium clicked "Birthday Song", and a wonderful picture appeared on the electronic screen next to the blackboard. Sincere and cheerful songs came to me and floated into my heart. Warm, moving, spreading, spreading again ~
I took a deep breath and looked at the blackboard. Sure enough, they also drew a blackboard newspaper: "Happy Birthday to Teacher Zhang" occupied the main page, rising balloons circled around, and there was a line of English greetings below, with a red love beating between Chinese and English. There is also a unique and bright rose in full bloom at the lower right of the blackboard newspaper. The color of the whole page is mainly red, yellow and blue, which is very warm and bright as spring.
This design is perfect, but this balloon seems a little different from usual. After careful study, I found that the balloon was designed like a fish. Wish me more than a year? The children are too absorbed. How much time did they spend? How do you make time? ...
? I noticed that my throat began to tighten, my nose began to ache, and the fog in my eyes slowly rose. No, no. I took a quick look at the ceiling. You must not shed tears. It's embarrassing for a 50-year-old to cry like this.
The song stopped and there was a pause. I turned around and said, "Thank you. Don't make me cry, how embarrassing. " Teasing can get you out of your mood.
? "It's okay, it's okay ~ ~" Cai Yuxin at the first table quickly comforted me, pointing to the brand-new small packaging paper towels on his desk. Lin Zihan, a rhinitis patient sitting on the table behind him, also smiled and patted a big bag of paper on the table. These bad guys!
"Teacher Zhang, please push the blackboard away." Shi Ting aside to remind me. At this time, I found a small line written in white chalk in the lower right corner of the blackboard: "If you push it away, there will be surprises".
? What's inside? The classroom became unusually quiet, and the air was filled with children's breathless expectations. I was suddenly a little timid, and I really couldn't think of what it would be. But my strong curiosity finally made me turn around and pushed the blackboard away-
A blackboard full of signatures fell into my eyes like this. There are 4 pieces of A3 colored cardboard, like happy little windows. Many written words are posted in time, patched together on cardboard, like beautiful pictures.
I froze there. I never thought that they would use their own names, entrust their infinite hearts, and rush at me so bluntly. My eyes are beginning to blur again. No, the 52 pairs of eyes behind me are watching me, waiting for me to turn around!
I slowly took out my mobile phone from my pocket and patted it from right to left on the blackboard. I know I need to divert my attention and calm my mind so that I can hold back my tears.
The classroom was still quiet, but suddenly, I seemed to be in a trance. On the cardboard in the middle of the blackboard was written "teacher's blessing", all written by my colleagues. Where did the children get the courage to run from one office to another, from one teacher to another, and from Zhang Jishi to another office? No, I can't think about it anymore. I can't stop crying. I quickly looked away and walked away. At this time, I saw a small place in the lower left corner of the blackboard. There was a tree covered with red, and it said "Taotian" below. It should be "peaches and plums are all over the world, and things are moistened silently"? Did you miss the word "education"? This brain, distracted, tears really suppress back.
"Thank you, I'm so touched!" I turned around with a smile and looked at my classmates. "I accept all your blessings. Polite, "I cleared my throat.
"I wish those students who will be assigned to Datong Middle School in two months." This blurted out sentence surprised me. Maybe I have been worried that the quota allocation will make some students lose.
"It's good to datong middle school. Although its hardware is not as good as one middle school and double ten, its advantages are very obvious. " The students opened their eyes wide.
? "First of all, it has relatively little homework." "Oh, great." The students began to smile.
? "Secondly, the poetry club of Datong Middle School is very famous. If you don't love the whole little article, the protagonist will have a place to use. " Several schoolmasters are secretly covering their mouths and laughing.
? "Besides, the campus of Datong Middle School is small, and the playground is in front of the teaching building, so it is convenient to play ball …" A wave of active students are stealing music again.
? "And most importantly, the double scores of Datong and No.1 Middle School are all ten. Not a prestigious school will make students have a sense of urgency early, and they should work hard in the high school with No.1 Middle School and No.10 Middle School ... "The students' eyes are discerning.
Forget it, put something down, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then I wish the students who will be assigned to No.1 Middle School have double tens respectively.
"When you enter middle school, don't always think about going back to primary school to see the teacher." The topic naturally turned to this, "Middle school homework is tight. Besides, not coming back doesn't mean you don't have a teacher in your heart ... "
Then, through self-introduction, I talked about my gratitude and yearning for the Chinese teacher in junior high school.
"Now, I haven't visited my most respected teacher, but one day, I will definitely visit and let the teacher know that I have not failed him. I hope you are the same. "
? I am ashamed of what I said. Isn't it just going around in circles to let the children come back and see themselves? I will graduate soon, and I really can't bear to part with it. I turned to the affectionate blackboard again. But before my eyes could focus, my mouth twitched without warning, tears welled up instantly, and my shoulders could not help shaking. ...
In this way, I shed tears in the quiet classroom. One by one, smoking the crumpled paper on Zi Han's desk. Finally, I tried my best to squeeze out two words-"read!"
I finally understand the problem of tears, but I feel more gratified. Fortunately, I was in tears, otherwise I would be ashamed to face the deep affection of the children.
But after all, there are still some regrets. Why can't we escape the curse of tears every time our children graduate? Alas!
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? Ps: Last week, twenty children wrote my birthday in prose. I finally figured out the reason by patchwork: Last year, when I was taking an online class, Sister Ady rummaged through my article in Q space, knew my birthday, and released the information on March 3rd this year.
? On the afternoon of 3 1, Ziyi and Shi Ting organized students to vote on the way to celebrate. I heard it's a choice between drawing a blackboard newspaper and writing a greeting card. In the end, everyone felt thin and went on.
On April 1 day, everyone broke up in secret. ...