Learn to accept every process: accept parting ways, accept sudden accidents, accept powerless retention, accept all the impermanence of the world.

The alarm clock in the early morning was ticking, and Han Bin pressed his phone with confused eyes, because he had just arrived in this town, he had insomnia on the first day, and he fell asleep when it was almost dawn, but he was woken up by the alarm clock in a blink of an eye.

Today he was going to report to the school in the village, and it would take a two-hour walk and climb several mountains to get from the town to the village.

He had no time to think about it, and he had no time to be lazy, but he had to get up and take his luggage on his back, a large backpack with clothes in it, and the whole travel bag bulging.

By the time he set out, the people of the town had not yet woken up, the whole town was quiet, the sky was drizzling, and there was no one on the streets as far as the eye could see, only the lonely street lamps.

He ate the milk and bread he had prepared last night, and as he walked, the steamed bun shop on the corner of the street had already opened, and he bought two more steamed buns as dry food for the road, because it was the first time he went, and he didn't know when he would be able to arrive.

As he walked out of the street, he was about to walk down the road to the country, and the dead grass beside the road was covered with dew, and before he had walked a short distance, his pants were already half soaked with dew.

He walked forward step by step, according to the route described to him by the headmaster, and the path after the rain was full of mud, and the edges of his shoes were covered with mud.

Looking up, he saw mountains one after another, not a single high-rise building in sight, and several houses along the road were also hidden by the forest.

After walking for more than an hour, I felt that I was already in the middle of the mountain, and I didn't meet a single figure along the way, only himself.

Looking at the towering trees around me, I suddenly felt like I didn't know the true face of this mountain, and I felt like I was born in this mountain at this time. ”

Maybe it was because he was walking too fast, he was already sweating profusely, and the sweat hung on his forehead one by one.

Because he didn't know if he was on the right path, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to call the principal to ask, only to find that the mobile phone at this time was an electronic product in his hand, and there was no signal at all, so he couldn't make calls at all.

He put away his phone, took a sip of the mineral water he had prepared, and prepared to move on, at this point, he felt that he could only rely on his own beliefs.

When he encounters a junction, he can only choose a path to go on by his own feelings, thinking to himself, now that he is an adult, he can no longer rely on the game of coin toss to choose the road to take.

Climbing over a small hill, a larger mountain appeared in front of him, and if he was not mistaken, he had climbed over the mountain and was close to the destination he was looking for.

Faintly he heard the sound of someone talking, and suddenly felt that he saw hope, as happy as if he had suddenly found a source of water in the desert.

He quickened his pace, in front of him were a few peasants working in the mountains, and after some inquiry, it turned out that he had gone to the wrong village, but the villagers told him that the distance between the two villages was not far, and that he could reach the place he was going from this road, and it was not that he had taken the wrong road, but that this road was about twenty minutes away from the other.

Hearing that he was a teacher from afar, the villagers were very enthusiastic about him and offered to show him the way.

He followed the steps of the village uncle, and soon climbed to the top of the mountain he had just seen, and sure enough, he responded to the old saying: "Stand high, see far." ”

It turns out that standing on the top of this mountain, everything on the whole area is in full view, and the town, which is originally only one street, is even more insignificant when you see it here.

It would be nice to walk for two hours to reach the distance that you can see at a glance, so it would be nice if there was a way to get closer.

In order not to trouble this villager uncle, he was embarrassed to let him send it again, because when he reached the top of this mountain, it was only half an hour away from the school, and it was also a distance that could be seen at a glance here.

There are dozens of families at the bottom of the mountain, and it is almost time for lunch at this time, and every house is curling with smoke, perhaps all of them are cooking and waiting for the people to come back.

The villagers and uncles continued to work in the mountains, and the timber in the mountains was trapped with ropes and carried home, and put at home to be used for fire.

According to the road pointed out to him by his uncle, Han Chen started to drive again, because what he had just walked was a climb over the mountains and mountains, but at this moment, he was going to go down the mountain and walk downhill, maybe he hadn't exercised for too long, his feet didn't feel like he was his own, and he was trembling when he walked on the road.

He suddenly found that he was really not that young man, just such a little distance, he couldn't bear it, even he couldn't believe it, the last time he walked such a mountain road was when he left his hometown after the college entrance examination, time passed too fast, and a few years had passed in a blink of an eye, and he had graduated from college.

I still remember that Han Bin always said at that time: "Youth is used to squander, and if you don't squander your youth, you can't call it youth." "Now that youth has passed, the rest of the heart is gone, which is never old.

At this moment, he seemed to suddenly understand that youth is not for squandering, but for cherishing.

For this reason, he secretly swore that at this age when youth was not available, he wanted to do something for the lost youth, do something useful, and do something worth remembering.

Only in this way will he feel that his youth is not squandered, and the passing years are not wasted.

And what he needs to do now is to pass in this village, teach these children who are struggling to study, this is what he wants to fight for at the end of his youth.

Look at the mountain road behind him, it is like a person's life, but he must be the one, a brave man after experiencing the bumpy mountain road, not a coward.

He has always believed that there is a saying that "bitterness is sweet", and he believes that after many years, when he stands on the top of this mountain, he will definitely feel that everything is worth it, and the sweat is sweet.

Maybe years later, standing in front of him will be a perfect answer.

After stumbling and stumbling, he finally arrived at the school, there were dozens of students here, they were in class, there was only one teacher, he couldn't bear to disturb when he stood outside the window, just watched silently, occasionally a student found him, they all secretly glanced at him a few times, and then whispered to the classmates next to him to discuss him.

It's strange to see strangers in school like this, and they want to see more like monsters.

When he saw the smiles of those children, he suddenly felt a sweet feeling after sweating in his heart, maybe this is the so-called "bitter first and then sweet".

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