"Time only relieves people to get old, they don't believe in affection, they hate to leave the pavilion for a long time, and the teardrops are easy to wake up.

Wutong last night the west wind was urgent, the light moon was hazy, the good dreams were frightening, where was the high-rise geese? ”

Principal Li dusted the newspaper block in his hand, glanced at Wang Yang on the side out of the corner of his eye, and somehow suddenly remembered Yan Shu's two words.

Isn't it great to teach languages?

Although he is a person who has taught mathematics for more than 20 years and nearly 30 years, his Chinese skills and appreciation of poetry are not lost to Lao Zhang.

What's more, it's this stinky kid who has just been out of school for less than three years.

The beard hasn't grown strong yet, so I think I'm an old master!

Hehe, hehe, the corners of Principal Li's mouth twitched slightly, and he glanced at the young head teacher Wang Yang on the side.

This kid doesn't know each other!

Such a good learning opportunity, and staring at him with a little resentment in a daze!

It's really a dog biting Lu Dongbin who doesn't know the hearts of good people!

I just read it, but I didn't hear it!

Principal Li looked around the classroom and looked at the students who were looking up at him.

I can't help but wonder.

This is the correct opening posture for students.

Glancing at the young head teacher beside him out of the corner of his eye, Principal Li sighed slightly in his heart, he, who is God, doesn't care about this stinky man for the time being.

Gently flicked the newspaper head in his hand, squinted slightly, opened his mouth, hey, there is only one last sentence left.

That's a fast read!

Is he despised again?

The young head teacher was slightly stunned and looked at Principal Li's smiling face!

Could it be that it's your own delusion again?

The young head teacher raised his hand and touched the hair that had just overflowed his ears, there were not many handsome people, and Principal Li despised him again.

He had better quietly look at the scenery outside the window for a while.

He had already gone backwards in that article, and he didn't care about listening to it two more times to review it.

The young head teacher glanced at the smiling Principal Li and silently pinned his head out the window.

Forget it, he still doesn't listen, it's better to watch the scenery quietly.

Transparent clouds, drifting through the window.

Looking at the fluttering clouds, the young head teacher suddenly became poetic, and remembered the poems about blue and white clouds.

The Book of Poetry is elegant and cloudy: Yingying Baiyun, Lu Pi Kanmao.

Ahem, the sentence is good, but don't take advantage of the scene, where is the grass now?

The young head teacher raised his eyebrows slightly, watched a light cloud slide in front of him, and remembered again: The white clouds rose far away, swaying into the clear sky.

Well, this one is good, clear white clouds.

The young head teacher couldn't help but raise his hand to comb the hair that had spread across his ears, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

In the next second, I couldn't help blinking my eyes again, the clear sky was there, but where were the distant mountains? Their Liujia Village is a plain, where is there a mountain?

It seems that there is, and suddenly I remembered that the mountain with an altitude of 100 meters next to the middle of the west of the town came.

It was said to have been a place for heroes to live in, but now it has been developed by the villagers to grow all kinds of seasonal fruits and vegetables.

He still remembers that when he was in junior high school, he and his classmates ran to pick fruits in the afternoon of the week, but as a result, they were found by a big black dog guarding the garden, and they ran after the mountain, almost fell and fell down the mountain, fortunately.

The young head teacher glanced at Principal Li, who was over half a hundred years old, with slightly squinted eyes out of the corner of his eye.

Fortunately, I met Principal Li halfway.

Principal Li let out a loud snort, bent down and lowered his head, picked up a piece of dirt and smashed it at the big black dog.

"Woohoo." The big black dog barked two or three times, looked at Principal Li, then at him, then at Principal Li, turned around and ran away quickly.

After that, he never went to the mountain again.

The corners of the young homeroom teacher's mouth twitched, and after that, he also left a psychological shadow, afraid of dogs!

Ahem, it's far away.

The young homeroom teacher turned his head slightly, and continued to look out the window.

That was a long time ago.

I don't know if Principal Li still remembers.

I guess I forgot about it. Bai Juyi: Old and forgetful.

The young head teacher couldn't help but chuckle, raised his head slightly, and looked at the light clouds outside the window.

White clouds fly blue.

This is good, take advantage of the scene!

When the second white cloud drifted by, the young head teacher nodded slightly, and finally thought of the best verse.

Suddenly, I thought about the sentence in Kong Shangren's "Sending the Master of the Pastoral Hall to Swim to Wutai", the cliff cui took over the blue, and the breeze was too clear.

This is actually good, but, hehe, there is no mountain, he doesn't like that mountain anymore.

This is also the reason why he wants to go back to Liujiacun to study.

There is a mountain near Zhenxi Middle School, and there is a big black dog in the mountain, and the dog once chased him so much that he almost fell down the mountain, although it was more than 100 meters above sea level, cough cough.

In fact, there is no altitude, it is just a gentle mound, and if you look at it from a distance, you really can't see the altitude.

When they were in junior high school, they used to go for a morning jog on the road around the mountain.

Ahem, morning jogging, if it weren't for the morning jog, the sharp-eyed people at the table told him that there seemed to be fruit trees on the mountain, and he wouldn't have been chased by the big black dog.

Ahem, tablemate!

Later, he broke off his friendship with the tablemate and resolutely separated from him.

Even the schedule of going back to the dormitory together was canceled.

Later, the same table apologized repeatedly, and in the future, I didn't look for him in the mountains.

He ignored and did not forgive.

Later, the second year of junior high school ended, and the third class of junior high school ended.

The same table became the boy next door, and he didn't want to pay attention to it when they met and said hello occasionally.

Later, I thought about it and smiled slightly, after all, I have been at the same table for two years, after all, after graduation, I went to my own thing, after all, the same table is not from Liujia Village, and there are several villages away from Liujia Village.

After all, I was not good at sports at the beginning, I failed the 100-meter run, and the 800-meter run was always untenable.

The same table is just hitting zero.

And then there was no after. After graduating from junior high school, he went to Jingyun to study in a secondary school teacher's college, and the same table went to the next city to study at a technical secondary school.

Later, he returned to Liujiaxue, the homeland of the village where no one kept a dog.

And the same tablemate, the blacker and taller stinker than him, stayed in the next city, and it was said that he worked as a technician.

Last year, I wrote him a letter and sent him a photo.

When he saw that photo, he finally felt at ease.

It's darker!

In the letter, he is going to stay in the seaside city next door, and he wants to contribute to that city.

All right.

The corners of the young homeroom teacher's mouth twitched, yes, the same table is studying architecture and design, this must make sense.

And he, but no, he just wants to find a place without a big black dog, read quietly, write poems, and bring out a group of lovely poets by the way!!

As soon as the cranes line the clouds in the clear sky, it will lead poetry to the blue night.

The young head teacher blinked slightly, pulling back his thoughts, and there were white clouds floating outside the window.

The future is promising!

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