After lunch, the sky began to get cloudy, and Teacher Hou instructed the homeroom teachers of the four classes to hurry up and beckon the students to get on the bus and rush to Yuhuatai. I'm afraid that if it's a moment late, some plots can't help but repeat the mistakes of the past.

After many years, Tang Yao's impression of Yuhuatai has been very light, but the only thing that impresses her is only two, one is the scene of the whole class holding the class flag in the pouring rain and taking a group photo in Yuhuatai, and the other is the bloodstone that Yuhuatai bought back and is still red and gorgeous.

"We hurried and got it right the first time. Everyone pay attention to show their heads. ”

"The female classmates in the first row squatted a little lower. The boys in the back row, the little ones, don't be embarrassed, and the heels are a little bit. ”

"Okay, both male and female students should stop brushing their hair. It's still wet when you rub it. Let's hurry."

"Come, one, two, three, eggplant. Hold on a little longer, and I'll see the effect. How is there no class teacher. Where is the homeroom teacher? ”

The cameraman is a geography teacher at Tang Yao's school, although he teaches a minor subject, but he is an out-and-out and versatile young man. He is not only proficient in three minor languages, but also loves photography, and this time he volunteered to take pictures of each class. The rainy shooting scene was considered a big challenge for the photographer, so the geography teacher was unusually energetic, his palms kept gesturing, and his voice was louder than a voice.

Tang Yao was very curious about what the effect of the group photo of all his teammates with wet bangs and no image at all, anyway, Tang Yao had never seen that photo, and of course he couldn't see the reluctant facial expression of Mr. Hou, whose hairline was not very obvious at that time, when he was shouted out by the geography teacher and threw away the umbrella to join the shooting team.

As soon as the group photo ended, the bus sent Tang Yao and a group of them to the hotel where they stayed, just like the last military training trip, after the heavy rain, they either went home or found a place to live to change into wet clothes, there were really no other fresh options.

But it's also a wonderful day, as soon as Tang Yao and his entourage of four buses drove into the hotel where they stayed, the rain was like being turned off, and it stopped when it stopped, clean and neat, without the slightest bit of mud and water. The dim sky, which had been obscured by clouds, cleared, and the sun in the west showed half of its head, shining on the wet leaves on the side and bowing its head shyly.

As the sun sets, thousands of birds return to their nests. Perhaps there are many woods around here, and the birds returning to the nest are chirping non-stop, making people feel like early morning and twilight, and some can't tell where they are.

The head teacher led the boys in the class, and the remaining girls were led up the stairs on the third floor by the class leader. All the girls in the whole grade lived in Building 2, while the boys were placed in Building 5, which turned the corner.

In the past, in junior high school, the seat queue was matched by men and women, and Tang Yao was a little unaccustomed to such an obvious practice of separating men and women as soon as she entered high school.

If it is so easy to get close to the water and get the moon first, then where have there been so many poignant and unsatisfactory from ancient times to the present?

If lovesickness is useful for a long time, then where do those verses come from, "I am afraid of lovesickness, I am lovesick, and it is my turn to be lovesick and have nowhere to say"?

If you can meet thousands of miles away in this life, if you just blindly stop and blindly strangle it, how can the true fire of samadhi be blocked by ordinary people who pinch the wick?

Love is the most beautiful in youth, if anyone in the youth has loved themselves, it should be such a thing worth talking about.