After dinner, Lin Ping moved a small bench to the courtyard to enjoy the coolness, tonight's moon is exceptionally bright, like a street lamp hanging in the sky, the bright moonlight is spread on the ground, like a bend of clear pond water.

The chirping of cicadas, the drumming of autumn frogs, and the dreams of birds that have not been heard in the city for a long time are all here, and they are full of natural melodies accompanied by the breeze of autumn nights.

This situation reminded Lin Ping of that catchy ancient poem-

"The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze is chirping cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. ”

"Teacher Lin, what are you doing?" Ma Zhongguo walked out of the room.

"Oh, it's nothing, look at the night sky, the moon here is bright and bright, and the night sky is clear and clean. Lin Ping said with a smile.

"It's not like there are such quiet and bright nights in the city. Ma Zhongguo sat next to Lin Ping, then lit a dry cigarette and smoked.

"Yes, the night in the city ......," Lin Ping thought for a moment and said, "...... It's colorful. ”

Yes, the night in the city is colorful, and Lin Ping feels that the adjective Liu Qingmei uses is really appropriate. During the day, the city is still white, but at night, the red light and green wine, golden and colorful, more wonderful than the day.

Ma Zhongguo smashed two cigarette guns fiercely, and the smoke he spit out was scattered in the air, and the pale white smoke and the silver-white moonlight complemented each other, making this autumn night more peaceful.

Both of them looked up at the moon and didn't say a word, and fell silent at the same time.

For a long time, Ma Zhongguo opened his mouth and chanted a poem-

"The moon is silent, the moon is silent, the moon is bright, and people are affectionate. ”

Then he turned his head and asked Lin Ping, "What are you thinking?"

Lin Ping was stunned for a moment, and stayed for a long time before slowly replying, "No ......"

"I know that when I first come to this remote mountain village, I don't fit in, and I will inevitably feel homesick, which is normal......" Ma Zhongguo had already finished smoking a tube of dry tobacco, and knocked the cigarette gun twice on the ground, knocking out the ashes of the tobacco.

"No, I'm thinking that the previous me and the current me are looking at the same moon?" Lin Ping said to himself.

"What did you say?" asked Ma Zhongguo with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing," Lin Ping shook his head with a smile and then asked rhetorically, "What about you? What about your family? Do you miss them?"

Ma Zhongguo looked up at the moon, the posture of holding the cigarette gun in his hand changed, and after a long time, he smiled bitterly and said: "I don't have any family, the children are my family." ”

Lin Ping turned his head to look at Ma Zhongguo in surprise, and at this time he suddenly felt that he was the same person as Ma Zhongguo.

"Hey, don't mention these old things, Chen sesame rotten grain. Ma Zhongguo put on the reading glasses hanging on his chest, and then picked up a notebook: "Come, Mr. Lin, I still don't understand some of the English knowledge you talked about today, take advantage of this time to open a small stove for me to make up for the class." ”

Lin Ping happily agreed: "Okay, what else do you not understand?"

"It's just that you say vowels and consonants, and you speak a little fast, and people are old and have a bad brain, and they are confused. There are also some phonetic transcriptions that I don't think I can pronounce accurately, so you can teach me again. Ma Zhongguo opened his notebook, then took out a pen and prepared to start taking notes.

"Oh, this, the difference between vowels and consonants, it's like this......"

Under the moonlight, Ma Zhongguo, who was full of flowers, humbly asked Lin Ping for advice, and Lin Ping also patiently explained that if someone could take a picture of this moment, what a harmonious photo it would be. And the name of this photo should be "Cultural Feeding".

"Cultural feeding" refers to the phenomenon of cultural learning and cultural absorption from the younger generation that occurs in the era of information explosion. For example, teaching parents to use mobile phones and computers, letting them learn to surf the Internet, type, and learn about pop culture are all cultural feedback.

Unknowingly, Lin Ping's days in this rural primary school in the Kushan Mountains have come to the fifth day, today is also Friday, and tomorrow will be the first weekend in this school.

In the past few days, the students' learning ability has not improved much, but their learning attitude has been corrected a lot, most of the students are already A-level learning efforts, and even Liu Xiangqian, who does not like to study the most, has become B-level in learning efforts.

Lin Ping got up very early today, he first ran dozens of laps around the small courtyard of the school, and then started to do morning exercises.

At this time, there were suddenly a few singing voices at the door of the school, which had no tone and was seriously out of tune.

"When the sun shines in the sky, the flowers smile at me, and the bird says, "Early, why are you carrying a bag of explosives?" I said I'm going to blow up ......"

"What are you going to blow up?" Lin Ping looked at Liu Xiangqian, who was singing with great interest, with a weird smile.

"Uh...... Hehe, don't blow up anything, don't blow up anything......" Liu Xiangqian scratched his head pretending to be stupid.

Lin Ping patted Liu Xiangqian's head: "If you don't sing the lyrics of the Eight Classics, what are you singing blindly?"

Liu Xiangqian touched his head and smiled wryly, not daring to speak.

Lin Ping tidied up Liu Xiangqian's collar and said, "Don't sing blindly in the future, sing well if you want to." Go back to the classroom, put down your school bag, and then come here to stand and wait for the national flag to be raised. ”

"Yes! Teacher!" Liu saluted and then ran into the classroom, put down his schoolbag and quickly ran out.

"Teacher, teacher, I'll do something else about the song I just sang. Liu Xiangqian said with a show off on his face.

Lin Ping was speechless but didn't want to dampen Liu Xiangqian's enthusiasm, so he said helplessly: "What else will you do?"

Liu Xiangqian pulled his throat and began to sing:

"When the sun comes out, I climb the hillside,

Climb up the hill and I grope around,

When I touched the high-voltage electricity,

I'm trembling with electricity,

A telegram arrived in the palace of Hades,

When I saw Hades, I lit a cigarette,

Hades let me go back to the world,

Year after year,

I'm going to climb the hill again......"

"No, you're really idle......, aren't you? Who did you learn it from?" Lin Ping's scalp tingled when he heard this.

"Hey, I forgot. Liu Xiangqian said unashamedly, "Everyone will, forget who passed it on first." We can also write ancient poems, you listen to Mr. Ha. The sunshine incense burner produced purple smoke, Li Bai came to the bathroom, and Xiao Li flew the knife in an instant, and immediately changed his career to become a eunuch......"

"Stop!" Lin Ping pressed Liu Xiangqian's head and spun him around a few times, "Your smart brain doesn't use it to study hard, it's all used to pretend to be such a mess, right?"

"No, teacher, I've been studying hard since you came. Liu Xiangqian was almost stunned by Lin Ping, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

Although Lin Ping jokingly criticized Liu Xiangqian, these spoof nursery rhymes and spoof ancient poems sung by Liu Xiangqian reminded him of when he was about the same age as these children. These things are very strange, as if they have no teacher, and almost every child will chant a few spoof ancient poems and sing a few spoof nursery rhymes. And in that era when there was a lack of means of communication and network information was not yet popular, it was really amazing that these things could spread all over the country and become the common language of children.

Although these things are popular and widely spread by students, in fact, this is a dregs culture, and Lin Ping, as a teacher, has to discipline them to let them have a sense of awe for culture from an early age.