The wind was still blowing, and it was raining lightly outside the window, and the spring rain was always so lingering and sparse. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Purple Shirt was still lying on the bed, she seemed to have insomnia last night, but she wasn't sure if she really had insomnia, as if she was dreaming, but she couldn't remember what she dreamed of. It seems to be a person. By the way, it was a child with a book in his hand, waving to her, but she couldn't move, and then the child walked farther and farther. She really couldn't remember who it was, a bit like Zhang Liang, was it Yuzhu? Is it a pillar? She didn't dare to think about it anymore, so she slowly got out of bed, looked at her watch, it was almost seven o'clock, and she didn't have time to eat breakfast.

The rainy road is simply rotten, there are small ponds everywhere, and there is no place to put your feet at all. The purple shirt jumped step by step where the grass grew, smelling the fragrance of the seedlings and enjoying the silkiness of the spring rain. Although the road is a little rotten, Purple Shirt feels that there is nothing more enjoyable than this. Swallows shuttle back and forth in the drizzle, looking for food and feeding chicks.

When I was about to go to school, one side of the purple shirt was already soaked, and although it was a light rain, the wind was blowing, and the rain seemed to have wings.

When the purple shirt was still touching his shoulders and regretting that he didn't bring an extra piece of clothing, he suddenly found that the children were gathered in the corridor of the classroom, extending all the way to the classroom. Purple Shirt realizes that something must have happened, it can't be that the children are hurting when they are fighting, right? She quickly quickened her pace, and didn't choose any place to put her feet, and hurried to the classroom.

When the children saw Teacher Xiaoshan coming, they cried and hugged the purple shirts. Zi Yi touched the children's heads and said eagerly: "What's the matter, why are you crying?" The children sobbed and said in unison: "Teacher Xiao Huang is leaving, we don't want him to go!" Woooooo ”

Only then did Purple Shirt find that Teacher Huang was standing in the classroom with a bag on his back, and the children surrounded him. Teacher Huang was also crying, with the children. Zi Yi immediately walked into the classroom and asked Teacher Huang eagerly, "What's wrong?" Is something going on at home? Why are you leaving without saying a word beforehand? ”

Teacher Huang saw the purple shirt, wiped his tears with his hands, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, I'm leaving!" I'm sorry kids! The purple shirt stood at the door and said, "Is there any reason?" ”

Teacher Huang stood, wiping away tears. The children next to him were in tears and sobbed: "Teacher Xiaoshan, Teacher Xiaohuang doesn't want us anymore, woo woo!" He's leaving. ”

Purple Shirt was furious, which reminded her of the previous teacher's goodbye. She threw the book in her hand on the podium and said loudly: "You came here without farting two months ago, and now you are leaving without saying goodbye, so there must be a reason!" Yes! The reason? ”

Teacher Huang hung his head and said, "I regret it, I can't stand it here at all." The purple shirt gritted his teeth and scolded angrily: "You can't stand it, those children can stand it!" Now that you're gone, have you ever thought about these children, they get to stay here for the rest of their lives, have you thought about them? ”

The children cried even more fiercely, and the younger children shook the corners of Mr. Huang's clothes, crying, and said, "Mr. Huang, don't go, we don't want you to go." Why don't you go? Woooooo You don't go! "The third-grade children were standing outside the classroom, they were crying, they were looking at everything with tears, they didn't even have a chance to pull the corners of Mr. Huang's clothes when he left, they just stood there, crying, praying silently.

Teacher Huang didn't dare to look directly into the aggrieved eyes of the children, raised his head, and shouted at the purple shirt: "I also have my own dreams, but I don't want to be bound here, I also want to pursue my dreams!" Do you think I'm willing to be a volunteer teacher for the rest of my life? He wept and cried bitterly.

The purple shirt also roared angrily: "Then do you think I want to stay in the mountains for the rest of my life? Don't I have a dream of my own? But what about the kids? Should they not have dreams? They should be herding cattle for the rest of their lives! You're too selfish. ”

Teacher Huang pulled the children's hands away and rushed out of the classroom with their purple shirts. The children just watched like that, so helpless, how they wished that Mr. Huang would give them another music lesson, his voice was so beautiful. They promised that they would never pretend with their mouths open when singing again, they promised that they would never make fun of Mr. Huang for lip-singing with a female voice again, and they promised that they would never use chalk to smash Mr. Huang's head when he copied the lyrics・・・・・・ but they didn't even have a chance to prove it, so they could only stand there crying and watch Mr. Huang's back get farther and farther away.

Purple Shirt stood at the door, silently shedding tears, just watching him slowly walk away. When he was about to walk out of the flag-raising floor, Mr. Huang suddenly turned around and braved the rain to face the classroom.

He knelt on his knees, carrying his bag, drenched in the rain, and howled loudly: "I just want to say goodbye, I'm sorry for the children!" "He kowtowed, and maybe his heart bleed. Yes, he is sorry for the children, and there is nothing wrong with him pursuing his dreams, but who can help the children fulfill their dreams? Even if it's gently, just push it. He is selfish.

But this selfish man is gone, drenched in the rain, to pursue his great dream, and there is no turning back. All that was left was the black umbrella he had brought with him when he came, propped up under the eaves, and even the umbrella was blown away by a gust of wind. Nothing was left.

The children just stood like that, looking at the selfish but so loving teacher, and they had no choice but to look at it, shedding tears that they didn't know when they would run out.

Purple Shirt just stood like that, she didn't know how many more people would be as selfish as him, and she didn't know if she would become so selfish like him one day, looking at the children, she didn't even know if she would have the courage to persevere. But she had to persevere, because the children were innocent, they were born equal, they had dreams, astronauts, scientists・・・・・・ so she had to persevere, because she knew in her heart what it would be like if the school didn't have her - a little girl lying outside the classroom window, listening quietly, lonely but happy. She didn't want to see such a scene again, even if it was so beautiful, but she didn't have the courage to face it again.

She was bleeding on the outside, but she was smiling inside, and in the pain she seemed to see the smile of the children's dreams come true, still so innocent.

The rain has been falling, sparsely. (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )