Running along the concrete slope to the middle of the mountain, the maple trees on both sides began to drop golden leaves, and the frost leaves were as red as February red, which was very beautiful.

The flowers and trees on the roadside are shining with crystal dew, full of greenery and full of vitality, and every leaf and flower is telling the story of life.

"The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew stains my clothes. It is not a pity to stain the clothes, but the wish is not violated. When Yang Zijian followed his teacher and classmates around the narrow bend, the grass leaves and dew stained the corners of his trousers, and he couldn't help but chant Tao Yuanming's poem, which was later quoted by Lin Yutang's "Jinghua Smoke and Clouds", this Taoist life mentality, Yang Zijian still remembers it deeply.

Running higher and higher along the detour up the mountain, you can overlook the junior high school teaching building, the large playground, the highway and the wide Minjiang River, as well as the magnificent city on the other side of the river, which is magnificent and vast, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

Halfway up the mountain, the sun rises in the east.

A red fireball, warm but not hot, shines on the city with her passion for life, hugging the mountain of a middle school, and the city and the school seem to be bathed in brilliant kumquat.

"Let's take a break here and enjoy the scenery!" Lin Kechun looked at Yang Zijian panting and his legs and feet were weak, shook his head, and then ordered Wang Yun, Lin Rong, and Lan Xue to rest and stand on the side of the road to watch the sunrise.

When the first ray of sunlight fell on his body, Yang Zijian was indescribably excited, although he wrote "Huchuan Sunrise" and published it in the provincial newspaper, but in fact, he never stayed in Huchuan early in the morning to watch the sunrise, and some works can be written without being on the spot, such as Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower". And the sunrise at school, a lot of it was watched from the playground, and at that time he only thought about going to eat.

Now it's different, after running most of the school, after the "long journey", watching the sun break through the darkness of dawn, rule the entire universe, and start a new day, his body and mind are instantly warm and comfortable, refreshed, his brain is clear, his thoughts are accessible, and he feels like he is breaking through the realm of martial arts.

Yang Zijian suddenly thought of something, and said teasingly: "According to medical research, after the human brain is bathed in the morning sun, the brain will secrete serum amine, which is also called 'happiness hormone', which has the effect of making people calm and comfortable, clear mind, and invigorated." ”

Wang Yun rolled his eyes and said: "You are still a writer, such a beautiful scenery should be praised with poetry, not analyzed by medicine." ”

Lan Xue retorted: "Mr. Lu Xun is a doctor who learns medicine, and only when he learns to heal people can he have the responsibility to heal his heart." ”

Wang Yun frowned, she found that this Lan Xue always targeted her intentionally or unintentionally, but thinking that she was only thirteen years old, her height was less than her chin, now in comparison, this little girl has no breasts or buttocks, there is really no need to care too much.

Teacher Lin said: "Zijian, you now understand the meaning of morning running, running in the morning in the sunrise, you will feel the beauty of life, every day is full of hope." ”

Yang Zijian nodded, and suddenly thought of a girl writer Guo Juan who died of a terminal illness, and then whispered: "I suddenly found that the beauty of this world is dazzling." The pedestrians who came and went in a hurry, embedding their backs in this black city, turned out to be a landscape painting that had never been seen before. Pregnant woman walking through the seasonal wind with the pride of her mother written on her face...... Life must be like this, we are just invited guests. Maybe you've been invited, or maybe you've been invited. No one can be masters forever, no one can have a permanent city. Love! Even if you are only a guest, you should decorate the city beautifully. When you leave, you're more than just a passerby. ”

Teacher Lin shook his head and sighed: "Yang Zijian, there is always a lingering depression in your heart!" ”

Yang Zijian hurriedly said: "No, I have always been positive. This is the essay "No Longer a Passerby" written by a young girl writer Guo Juan, I liked it very much, so I memorized it. ”

Lan Xue glanced at him and asked, "Where is this Guo Juan from?" ”

Yang Zijian said with some emotion: "A sophomore student of Hubei Chuyang Middle School, he was born malnourished, followed by appendicitis suppuration and perforation, lymph node tuberculosis, and died of tuberculosis poisoning in May 1991, when he was the secretary of the second (7) class of high school. He has been battling illness all his life, but he has written a diary of more than 600,000 words, and in September, "Essays" published this "No Longer a Passerby". Changjiang Literature and Art Publishing House selected 100,000 words from her nearly 600,000-word posthumous work to be published under the title "Girl in the Moonlight". Bing Xin inscribed the book 'She has lived a beautiful life'. Guo Juan's life, her works, teaches the living people to face life more positively and love the world more sincerely, because life is fragile and only once. ”

Everyone was silent for a while.

Teacher Lin patted Yang Zijian on the shoulder and said with rare praise: "You have done a good job, better than most students." It's me who asks too much of you, don't think too much, stay confident, enjoy your high school study life happily, and let the flowers of youth bloom! Now that we're resting, let's keep running! ”

With that, he took the lead and ran towards the south.

Lan Xue and Lin Rong followed, followed by Yang Zijian and Wang Yun, and the five of them ran towards the top of another mountain, the student dormitory area, passing through a mountain path, and finally arriving at the gravel playground in the dormitory area.

Teacher Lin looked at Yang Zijian and Wang Yun kindly and said, "Zijian, you have to keep running in the future, your physique is too poor, and you were hospitalized twice last month." Wang Yun, you are the president, to supervise Yang Zijian's running, this is a political task of the first (2) class of high school, you must always make unremitting efforts to urge him to run every day, this is also your responsibility! ”

Wang Yun secretly rejoiced, and saluted loudly: "Yes, Teacher Lin, I promise to complete the task." ”

When Lan Xue heard this, she was a little anxious, and shouted, "Teacher Lin, Lin Rong and I can also do this." Wang Yun and Yang Zijian run together in the morning every day, which has a bad impact, right? ”

Wang Yun squinted and glared at Lan Xue: I want you to care!

"The heart is selfless and the world is wide, Wang Yun is a student cadre with ideals and righteousness!" Teacher Lin praised, "Besides, Wang Yun has insisted on running in the morning for eight years, do you two girls have the perseverance to run in the morning?" I don't believe you can persevere, Lan Xue, you ask Xiao Rong, last year I said that I was going to run in the morning, but today, the number of morning runs added up is no more than ten fingers. ”

Wang Yun listened to Teacher Lin's praise, his face was slightly hot, but he still faced it calmly. Although she is not "selfless from the bottom of her heart", she can be regarded as both public and private, and she has exercised Yang Zijian's body well, also for the Oak Literature Club and Nanjian No. 1 Middle School.

Lin Rong embarrassedly pulled Lan Xue and ran down the east ramp, while persuading: "Xiaoxue, let's go eat, I'm starving to death, my mother made a lot of delicious breakfast." ”

Teacher Lin waved his hand and chased Lin Rong and Lan Xue home.

(PS: I really want to commemorate Guo Juan, a singing and crying, almost forgotten middle school girl writer, in fact, she died in May 92...... ）