Ms. Liu has always been strict with her students. Mr. Liu didn't call me because of my son's problem this month, and I was very upset. My son has made progress this semester, but compared with other students, there is still a big gap, especially the Chinese homework, the error rate is high, and the teacher judges the homework to be wrong, and he is so angry that he "judges" the homework book several times. To this end, I went to the primary school to find out about my son's situation and wanted to get support for him. When she came to Teacher Liu's office, she said angrily that she was worried when she saw Wang Xile's homework, and that her classmates had made great progress this semester, but he retreated again, and the writing was too messy. She often called him to the office to criticize, and punished him harshly many times, which had no effect on him at all; she said that Wang Xile's ability to ask and answer questions this semester has increased significantly, and the biggest problem is that he still plays too much, but Wang Xile's exam results this month are very good. Why Wang Xile has poor homework and good test scores, no one and I can tell clearly......

In the golden autumn of October, within a few days, the world turned around. The town is surrounded by red sand dates. Although the sand dates do not smell fruity, the appearance is not good, and the name is not famous, but the taste of Nagande is very pleasant. From time to time, the mother would make some fine dates for her precious grandson on the trees on both sides of the road, and the son ate them with relish. As soon as the "11th Golden Week" passed, the delicious dates in the residential area were all beaten, but my son still wanted to eat, so he came back from school every day and pulled me outside to find those sporadic dates, and it took a lot of effort to beat a little bit. I said, "Joy, let's go to the forest farm on Saturday." ”

"Are there many dates there?" asked the son.

"Many. I can make a big bag in a while. ”

"Good. Let's go on Saturday. ”

I thought Saturday was my son's game day and he would bargain, but he didn't.

Although the sun was red in mid-October, it was noticeably cold in the morning. On Saturday, my son didn't sleep lazy and got up early, and I had breakfast with him slowly when I saw that it was cold. He asked, "Dad, can you eat it with sand dates?"

"No, I don't. I said, "Spread the sheets under the tree, and as soon as they dozen, the dates will fall on the sheets, and they will go home at noon." Just bring some water. ”

At about 8 o'clock, when the temperature was a little milder, we got on our bikes and headed for Team 5 of the Forest Farm, five kilometers northwest of Gillantai. Along the way, although the rising sun tried its best to exert heat, it could not resist the natural coolness. When I got to the fifth team, I looked east of the road, and from here I passed a stretch of sand with short reeds and entered the woods. In the past, this one-kilometer radius was the place with the most good sand dates in the forest farm.

After getting off the highway and passing the scattered meadows, there was desolation in front of me. "There used to be no alkali here, and there were short reeds everywhere," I said confusedly. I looked closely at the sand belt, which was pressing towards the woodyard with overwhelming force, trying to devour it as quickly as possible.

We didn't stop and walked forward. "In the past, there was grass everywhere in this place, but now the roads and houses are better, but the surrounding area of the town is a sandy beach with no grass!" I couldn't help but say.

The alkaline sand is empty, like a sponge, but not like a sponge. It's soft to step on. When I looked back after a while, there was a series of footprints, as if I had led to hell.

We climbed to a high sand beam. On the other side of Shaliang should be an excellent forest belt of sand date trees. Turning over the sand beam, I stood there, and the sand date forest in my memory was gone. In front of me, there were only large and small drought-dead sand date trees, one after another, connected to the far side. The son said angrily, "Dad, didn't you say that there are a lot of sand dates here?"

"It turned out to be a lot. I didn't expect the trees to be dead now. ”

"What then?"

"Walk north, there's still some green trees over there. ”

We headed north.

"It's too dry," we whispered, our feet rising and falling in the sand, not only exhausting our physical strength, but also racking our brains. It was almost eleven o'clock before we found a forest where we could shoot sand dates. Due to the lack of water, there are not many sand dates, and it takes half a schoolbag to hit several trees, while in the past, a good tree could make a schoolbag of sand dates. Thinking about this, I felt a panic in my heart. If it goes on like this, it is not easy to fill a school bag, and when we cut out the door, we also brought a large generation of sand dates ready to be filled.

At noon, we were lying on our backs under the date palm tree staring at the sky, and there seemed to be a faint gray in the blue sky. I propped up my elbows and turned to the side and said, "Joy, it's Daddy's fault that I didn't bring food today." Dad made the mistake of using past experience to avoid reality. Are you hungry, go home?!"

"It's only half a schoolbag, when you come, you say you don't make a few schoolbags, and you won't go home for less than half a lifetime?"

"Dad thought about it for ten years, and now everything has changed. I said, "You see, how severe the drought is in my hometown, it depends on whether there are new scientific inventions in the future that can bring the sand date tree back to life." ”

Packing up my things, getting out of the woods, and climbing to the heights, I had a clearer idea of the whole tree farm. Autumn is the harvest season, but there are patches of dead trees in front of you, a small patch of green trees in the middle, and green trees on the edges, which can be regarded as an embellishment of the forest farm. The sky is still the same sky, the sun is still the same sun, but the hometown is no longer the original hometown. I pointed to the woods and said:

"Joy, twenty years ago, when my father was young, there was a sea of green!"

Walking up the soft ground under the high sand dunes, hunger became more pronounced, but my son remained silent, and I was glad to feel that he had the ability to endure it. This feeling infuses my limbs with strength. I pulled him and strode towards the bike. After drinking all the water and riding the bike, the hunger was so intense. The son suddenly asked, "Dad, can't you survive by applying the elixir of immortality to those sand date trees?"

"Joy, humanity doesn't have this medicine. ”

"But how can it be on TV so often?"

I can't answer my child's questions. Because a large number of people with unhappy married lives occupy our entertainment position, they use abnormal psychology to turn life into fantasy, and are leading a large number of teenagers to the state of entertainment idiocy. However, today's sand dates are extremely disappointing, and the son not only did not complain but raised questions, which is a fundamental change compared with going out before. At this moment, a voice echoed in the sky: nature contains all the secrets of growth, and the task of education is to explore and abide by the secrets, and once the way of nature is unveiled, it will inject the power of eternal progress into people.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, we returned to my mother's house. My mother said, "Xixi, where have you gone to get sand dates?"

"Grandma, do you have any food? I'm starving. The son said weakly.

"What's the point of leading a child around for a day? My mother said unhappily, "In the past, there was not enough food to eat. What are you doing now? Look at the doll tired, what are you doing with this crime? ”

The son didn't care about anything, and served meals with his grandmother. The old man sat on the side and watched distressedly, as if every time her grandson ate an extra bite, the old man had more happiness in his heart. "Look how hungry the doll is!" Mom said unwillingly.

"Grandma, it's okay, it's just that the sand dates are too difficult to beat. The son said casually.

"It's hard to fight! where have you fought?" asked my mother, puzzled.

"We went to the fifth team of the forest farm. I said.

"There are a lot of sand dates there!"

"Grandma, the date trees are all dead. We walked around and hit this point in the morning. The son took the schoolbag and showed it to his grandmother. Grandma's face showed a hint of desolation, she gestured with her hand, and talked about the past to hit such a big sand date as a nail cover.

Grandma's words made the flesh on his son's face twitch, he left the dining table and looked at the courtyard through the window, pointed to the grapes and said, "Grandma, are the sand dates in the past like that?"

My mother and I looked up at the sky at the same time, as if we were thinking about something, but we couldn't answer our son's question, and we only had endless melancholy in our hearts......