Many times in the class teacher's class, I looked out the window and was stunned. I didn't know what I was looking at, but my mind wasn't in the classroom.

Obviously, the math teacher and homeroom teacher had noticed me, but I didn't respond very positively, so I ended up talking after class.

What's outside the window?

Outside the window is freedom!

It was a challenging time for me when I first started high school, because the wind was not in my ears and my home was far away.

In junior high school, it was easy to accept the teaching curriculum, but in high school, it was difficult to accept the complex teaching content, so many times I was stunned, and it happened to be next to the window, so it provided me with a good opportunity, even if it was a little indulgence, to look out the window.

At that time, I should have been the kind of young man full of literary and artistic sadness, childish, youthful confusion and happiness intertwined, and I was already sad and sad, plus a new environment, naturally more sensitive.

There is a place called the classroom, and there is a place called the window.

Sitting in the classroom, I longed to look out the window, because there was a shadow of me outside the window.

It's probably the wind, recording the running figure, probably the sun, steaming with the sweat of the past, probably the land, rubbing the footprints of the past.

I would always think crankily in class, miss what the teacher said, and go to class after class in a daze, and then scratch my ears and cheeks when doing after-class exercises, this is who I was back then.

As for the window, it is the yearning for beautiful freedom, and the classmates in the class should be like me, but some people are not as lucky as me, because they don't sit by the window, but for the wise students, they will naturally open a window for themselves and lead to freedom.

And the teacher has a way of closing the window, maybe knocking on the blackboard a few times and shouting, "Pay attention to the lecture", maybe using that precise ejection to let the chalk head fall on top of your head, maybe asking you to answer a question, maybe stopping to create an eerie quiet atmosphere that makes you regret yourself......

But the responsibility of teachers is that they do not stifle anyone's yearning for freedom, they just teach us how to better understand the meaning of freedom and how to get real freedom while yearning for freedom.

I should thank the teachers who disciplined me, probably they have forgotten that I am one of the thousands of peaches and plums, although the taste is a little bitter, but I live freely, or spiritually free.