The warm September sun sprinkled the warmth of the ground outside the window.

White clouds, high or low, float in front of you. The golden cinnamon trees in the corner of the campus are quietly filled with unreleased golden buds, exuding a distant fragrance, filling every crevice of the air far and near.

The young head teacher glanced up at the blue sky slightly, and then at the golden cinnamon among the green leaves, and suddenly felt a state of mind that was sunny and enlightened.

At that moment, my heart was calm, and the emotions that had been turbulent suddenly calmed down, and there was no ripple.

Wind seeped in through the half-open window.

Feeling the temperature of the warm sun outside the window, I suddenly remembered the sentence I saw somewhere in the early years: True forgetfulness does not require effort. Forgetting is not to stop remembering, but when you think about it occasionally, there is no longer a wave in your heart.

Memories disappear in time, like water disappears into water.

No one paid attention, but suddenly there was one, when I looked back, I was surprised to find that the only scenery in my eyes had faded into a blurred background after many years, and the beautiful butterfly behind the warm sun had flown away.

The forehead that has passed the season, and the wordless years have walked together, and they can't walk on yesterday's platform.

Finally, when he looked back, he couldn't remember the past, the background was blurred, his face was gone, only the calligraphy and painting hanging on the classroom wall, telling him that five or six years ago, even ten years ago, there was someone who really existed in his memory.

It's like the empty outside the window, it rained last night, and when I woke up in the morning, the sun was already shining, and I couldn't find any traces of the rain.

Like, spare memories.

In his memory, it hadn't rained for a long time.

The young homeroom teacher withdrew his gaze and looked into the classroom.

I don't know when it started, but his originally uncheerful self suddenly became cheerful, looking at the eyes that were eager to learn, and a burst of emotion flashed in his heart.

I don't know if the hearts of the teachers when he sat under the podium and looked up at the radiant teachers on the podium felt the same way he does now.

I just want to teach them everything I know.

However, the young homeroom teacher looked around the classroom, and he was not the kind of person who was cramming for seedlings.

After five years of learning the professional knowledge of middle school teachers, he has made him more aware of this, leading by example, teaching by example, and influencing every student with his words and deeds.

He is their teacher, but also their friend, or a person who carries a lamp to guide them on the road of life, he can only accompany them for a short journey, but if this journey is steady, it will lay a solid foundation for the future.

He is not a man of faith, but in the past two years, he has also come to understand more and more that there are no bad students, no stupid students, only teachers who can't teach, and no right teaching methods.

Every child has their own strengths and strengths, and in the future, they will also enjoy the good life brought by their own strengths and strengths in a certain aspect.

Like Tong Tong and Yan Xiaoyu, the young head teacher looked at the window on the left side of the classroom, these two children are "three good students" in the eyes of all teachers.

Good looks, good grades, good temper!

Now what is this doing?

Both children were looking in the same direction, and the young homeroom teacher squinted his eyes slightly and followed the two of them.

Zhao Jing?

He was smiling and looking at the window of the classroom.

Ahem, I see.

The young homeroom teacher smiled with a slight curl of his lips.

Sure enough, he is very powerful, this method of teaching by word and deed is good, Tong Tong and Yan Xiaoyu have begun to approach Zhao Jing's "double high school students".

Tall and high-spirited.

Such students are not bad, at least they will not feel inferior to others wherever they go.

Zhao Jing's favorite colloquial phrase is: What if it doesn't? I can learn.

He was relieved to hear this.

In the past, now, and even in the future, he believes that a good learner will prevail over the academic qualifications they hold.

The young head teacher smiled slightly, retracted his gaze, glanced at Liu Feifei in front of him, and was squinting at Li Wenwen in the front row.

This Liu Feifei! He had reminded her several times.

There is no need for two people who are on par with each other, rather than this, it is better to pull her down a big section and let her bow down.

Of course, he also told Li Wenwen.

Liu Feifei in the back row is not her target, her goal should be a "three-good student" like Tong Tong and Yan Xiaoyu.

As for the "three good students" like Tong Tong and Yan Xiaoyu, he told them that good grades are important, but they are not the only criterion to measure, and they must develop physically, laborually, and beautifully.

After listening to this, the two children began to enjoy physical education lessons.

Ahem, gym class!

The young head teacher couldn't help but open his eyes slightly, thinking that back then, not only back then, but also that he didn't like physical education class now.

If Principal Li hadn't fooled him, he would have been the most handsome in this school, and he wouldn't have been forced to be the so-called most handsome and youngest physical education teacher.

However, Principal Li is right, now he and the boys in the class, no, the boys in the whole school (except for the kindergarten class), like to talk to him when there is nothing to do.

This feeling, actually, is very good!

Just like the song he sang at Jingyun Normal College that year, the song - "May the song crab!

The head teacher told him that he hoped that in his future life, he would be like the song sang:

Love with a heart and treat with heart. Everyone is a make, and every student deserves love. Guardian him to grow until your future and meet the best love......

It was a song he had written out of a whim.

However, his homeroom teacher strongly recommended that he should sing on the school radio station on Teacher's Day on September 10.

As a result, as soon as he reached the peak, he seemed to have become a great talent in the eyes of all the younger sisters.

Ahem, genius!

He hasn't been a genius for years!

When the young head teacher glanced at the calligraphy and painting on the right wall out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth twice.

No matter how talented he is, he is overshadowed in front of this picture of words more than ten years ago.

The young head teacher couldn't help but raise his eyebrows lightly, and inadvertently swept to Li Wenwen and Fang Xiaoxiao in front of him.

Alas, the warm sun outside the window!

made him trance-free for a while, and forgot that he is now the protagonist.

"Ahem," the young homeroom teacher coughed lightly twice, cleared his throat, ignored the expressions of the two girls in front of him, and looked at the students at the back of the classroom, "Come, give you a historical story." ”

"Oh." "Oh." "Huh?" "It's good to tell a story."

In an instant, the classroom was boiling again.

Tale? Hearing this, Yan Xiaoyu glanced at the head teacher on the podium, and then looked out of the classroom window.

Outside the window, there is a white cloud floating by, a fluttering one, remembering the song that the head teacher hummed yesterday:

There is no alienation from your first acquaintance, walk with you, and stay all the way to sing. The story along the way, slowly ......

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