At this point, I decided to wrap it up. I don't think there's any need to write it longer, and if there is a reality, I don't have the ability to write it longer, because life is full of reincarnation, and if you continue to write it, repetition may be inevitable in the end.

I remember that day, during the summer vacation, Fang Xinning suddenly called, saying that Wang Liwei invited him to listen to a lecture on Chinese culture called "Mount Tai on the Dao", passing through my county, and I really wanted to see me again. I was suddenly a little panicked: at the beginning, I was like a great writer who went to collect style, went to eat and live at people's places, and caused a lot of trouble, and now I am embarrassed to read what I have written.

But maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and I wanted to meet him. Because our school was easy to find, we agreed to meet at the school gate.

This time, he was accompanied by Wang Liwei's family of three. The lecture was recommended by Teacher Huang Feng, but I didn't expect Wang Liwei to be more interested than anyone else, so he had to ask Fang Xinning to accompany his whole family. They picked up Fang Xinning from Yanhuiling Village Primary School.

Wang Liwei's daughter Kexin also came. She was white and tender, and she was eccentric. Xiao Yemeng asked her to call me "uncle", and she shouted crisply. I complimented her on her pretty, and she hid in the car a little shyly.

I think I should review my writing with Fang Xinning, but there are some words that come to my lips but I really can't say them.

He didn't seem to care about what I was thinking, but asked us about education here. I talked about the great development of our education here in the past two years, especially that I myself have worked very hard, and I have done much more than before, and this motivation is all from him. He smiled and talked about some recent events in Xin County. He said that County Magistrate Liu of Xin County recently made a speech on television and said that it is necessary to vigorously develop education and lay a good business card for education in Xin County.

I think there's a particular melancholy on his face. I guess there may be something wrong with his volunteer teaching life. He also seemed to see what was on my mind, and took the initiative to say, "Alas, teaching makes me in a dilemma. ”

"For what?" I asked.

"There was a substitute teacher at the school who was fired. Although I have never met him, it is easy to think of Mr. Cao Jicheng from Yuanshan Village Primary School. People have been doing it for years, but because of my arrival, ......."

"Didn't he turn positive?" I don't know much about substitute teachers.

"It's the private teacher of 84 years ago, and the substitute teacher after 84 years is not so lucky."

"I know," I suddenly remembered one thing, "and we seem to have insured substitute teachers here by the age limit." In fact, even if he let someone else come, he will be fired. ”

"I know that."

We're talking. Wang Kexin got out of the car, took a Tianzi grid, wrote a bright "big" character on it with a colored pen, and asked me: "Uncle, uncle, what do you pronounce this word?" ”

Wang Liwei hugged Xiao Yemeng and looked at his daughter happily.

I said, "Oh yes." ”

She said, "Very well, then do you know how to write?" ”

I said, "Yes." ”

"Good," she said. But don't write 'too', they're not the same. She added a heavy dot under the word "big".

I said, "Good teacher, I made a note of it." ”

She said, "Well, you're a good student. ”

A proud smile appeared on Wang Liwei's face.

Xiao Yemeng said: "Kexin." Don't mess with Uncle, it's time for us to hurry. ”

Although I kept it again and again, he was resolute, and Wang Kexin was also clamoring to climb Mount Tai at this time.

Wang Liwei said: "There is time. I suggest you can also listen to it, the explanation of the people has the atmosphere of the times, which is the word we just said in the car. What is it called...... 'keeping up with the times' is different from what you read yourself. There's something good in the old stuff, too. ”

Xiao Yemeng poked him with his hand, and he didn't say anything.

With that, they got into the car and headed for the entrance of the highway.

It was my turn to look wistfully in the direction they had disappeared. I'm guessing that the reason why Fang Xinning went to my place may be because he was concerned about me, a person who always had some negative emotions about work at that time?

I think that education, an old and long story, is always told and never ended. To understand a teacher, a class, or a school is to understand a small society and a large world—after all, a school wall cannot completely isolate them.

On the other hand, the campus is a relatively calm harbor, and the wind of the world is blowing into the campus, after all, there is the best layer of the school wall to cover it. Standing inside the school wall, you can watch the wind and clouds outside, everything is in your heart, but you can maintain a kind of independence that is different from the world. The working environment of teachers is not a fanatical stage, they need to stay away from the noise, refuse to be impetuous, endure loneliness, sink down, collide with students, and lead students forward with their own knowledge and affection. The process may be a bit monotonous and boring, but the pace and vision of pursuit are always fresh and infinite. If a person has been in the WTO for too long, and his habits have become deeper, it will be difficult for him to calm down when he enters the campus again.

Marie Curie once said, "Life is not easy for anyone. "I believe that Fang Xinning will have a deeper understanding of this, because he has always cherished a beautiful dream, struggled, and is not afraid of the ups and downs on the road of pursuit. He is an ordinary "teacher", ordinary like a summer leaf that can be seen everywhere. He is down-to-earth and conscientious, peaceful, kind, generous, and responsible. He is looking for happiness in worry, happiness is also sorrowful, happiness is light, sadness is also light, and he tastes the true meaning of life in the ordinary. Life taught him lightness and tranquility, and he used his actions to interpret the profound connotation of the word "Ning" in his name. With such a temperament, he set his sights on the bloom of every "flower" on campus, and he himself only hoped to make a fig.

In his diary, I once saw these words: "Tolerance is the greatest virtue, weakness is the most disgusting evil, I can only use time to cool my brain, use condensed reason to judge and choose, maybe others still laugh at me for being weak, but what I pursue is tolerance." "A lot of people laugh at me and the mud, and no one understands that I'm used to thinking from someone else's point of view, so every time I respond to someone, I always try to convince myself first."

He has a very beautiful dream, in this dream, he doesn't want anything specific, he just blindly wants to do a good job of himself, his job well, and his role well. For the time being, I can only use "good" to sum up his dreams.

It is precisely because the education system has thousands of such ordinary teachers who are as ordinary as summer leaves and have the dream of "figs" that the great garden of the motherland has been born and the whole country has vitality.

The teacher is like this, and the country is fortunate!

And in this story, there are me, you, him, and many people who have something or that connection with education. In the new school year, another new story has begun, a lot of fresh content is happening, intercepting each of them, we can see different wonderful, but one thing is the same, progress, perseverance, dedication is always the main theme of the story, is the rhythm of social progress.

I thought of the fig again: really, it was not without flowers, but it had all the flowers buried in the fruit.

I thought that when I returned home, I should first find an opportunity to solemnly say to my wife and children: "My emotional intelligence is always the same as the students I teach, because only in this way can the road to the students' hearts have no steps, and I can be closer to the students." As long as the students are as open as flowers, that's the result I want most. ”

Oh, teacher!

That's the teacher!

Everyone who tastes life deeply can be called a philosopher, and the story begins with no guessing of the ending. Therefore, after saying goodbye to Fang Xinning this time, I made up my mind not to write one more word, except for one sentence. However, it is precisely this sentence that dooms the story I tell to have a very cheesy ending: That night, I dreamed of figs...... (To be continued......)