The next day, I habitually climbed upstairs and walked to my classroom, as usual.

I gently pushed the door open, as if opening a beautiful prose, but when the cold, empty classroom broke into my eyes, and suddenly, a kind of soreness quickly overflowed to me, my class had already been divided and eaten, and I was still stupidly standing on the podium again!

I staggered back to my office, and as soon as I sat down, I found a stack of letters lying on the desk, seemingly quietly waiting for my comfort. I carefully opened the envelope and unfolded the letterhead.

Teacher, this is the first time in my life that I have written a letter to someone. When I write this letter, I am very saddened that on this day, we are separated from you, who have only been together for thirteen days! I thought, is this the end of our class? I went to the toilet after the evening study class, and when I looked up and saw that the lights in our class were out, I couldn't help but cry.

……

Teacher, I have a bold idea, I hope the two of us can become a pair of bosom friends. Teacher, this is not too much to ask, is it? Even though I was at the bottom of the class, I think you would agree to a small request from a student who was once yours.

——— Wang Mingwen

Teacher, I'm going to see you on Sunday afternoon, and I'm going to talk to you about classing. I asked you how you felt, and you laughed. You smile so heartily and so kindly. Actually, I know how much sadness and pain this laughter contains in you - you are using laughter to cover yourself, and you are also using laughter to comfort students. Teacher, it is not easy for a person to bury the pain in his heart, and it is even more difficult to comfort others with a smile. And you did, teacher!

Stop lying to us, teacher! In the class meeting, you said that you firmly believe that working with us will definitely make our class the best in the school, but God did not give you this opportunity. Teacher, we hope that you will recover as soon as possible and teach our original Class 4 students, even if it is only one lesson. We are willing to wait, whether it is a month, two months......

——— Yuan Wenjing

At noon on the second day after the class, Fang Yu went to the original class with several other boys, and saw that the ground was full of chalk heads, and the tables and stools were covered with footprints...... They cleaned the floor, lined up the tables and stools, polished the blackboard, and then left. Men don't flick when they have tears, teachers, but they cry so sadly. When will we be able to listen to one of your classes again?

——— Hong Yanjiao

……

I didn't dare to look any further, the students were crying and blood precipitating in the words!

These words are like spring rain, moistening me. I was happy and sad staring at these inconspicuous but very vivid little beings, and I desperately tried to hold back the tears that had already filled my eyes, not letting them flow down my cheeks, but letting them splash down the walls of my heart drop by drop.

Holding dozens of unpostmarked letters like my own heart, I began to hate myself.

Why take this shift? Why not rest at home? Otherwise, how can children set off an emotional storm that greatly affects their later learning? I made a beautiful mistake in this life that I shouldn't have made!

I'm going to teach the kids one last lesson!

I had a plan that this Sunday, September 22, when school was closed, I could use the morning time to gather the children for a lesson.

During the few days I waited to teach my children, I received three award certificates and three magazines.

The first certificate is in fine arts, sent by the Chinese Artists Association, in the painting competition held last year, my gouache painting "The Wilderness of the Countryside" won the first prize, you know, there are only two winners in our province. This somewhat drove away the sorrow, insecurity, confusion, and pain that had accumulated in my heart for many days.

As for the other two certificates, they also seemed to tear a hole in the cloudy sky, and the bright sunlight drilled out from behind the thick clouds, bringing me a surprise and excitement.

My essay "I Am a Captain" won the first prize in this year's national essay competition initiated by "Teacher's Literature and Art", and it was the only first prize! Another essay, "Choice", won the first prize in the '96 National Essay Contest sponsored by another magazine, The Writer, and was also the only first prize.

Although he has published novels, poems, and essays since he was a student, and has won many awards, he has never won the only first prize in the country. The faint joy seemed to permeate some unstoppable heartbeat, and I couldn't help but flip through the magazine.

After reading my own works in "Fine Arts" and "Writers", I opened "Teacher's Literature and Art" again and read the article "I Am a Captain" published above.

Should I go to Suzhou to receive the award? This is an invitation letter sent by the Sulu Yu Carp Language Teaching and Research Center of the National Chinese Language Association.

Go, what about the sixty-odd children, who are facing the ninety-six high school entrance examination; If you don't go, you will get the first prize academic paper certificate in second place, and the important thing is that you can't see the demonstration classes of well-known teachers and can't hear the academic reports of experts and scholars.

These thoughts were tossed and turned in my mind hundreds of times, and finally the principal made a decision for me: "In 92, all the teachers went to Suzhou for a spring outing, and you insisted on giving make-up lessons to the poor students and did not go; Last autumn, you didn't go to Shanghai Shibei Middle School to study, saying that you were not worried about the teaching work of the third and sixth classes of junior high school; This time, you have to go to Suzhou, first, to receive the award certificate, second, to listen to lectures and academic reports, and third, let's go to visit the paradise on earth. ”

Looking at the principal's sincere expression and warm gaze, I nodded slightly.

At noon the day before leaving, I called out the class leader from the classroom and patted him on the shoulder with my right hand: "I'll go to Suzhou tomorrow, about six days, but I have to manage the class well, ah?" The class leader smiled on his face: "Teacher, don't worry." ”

On the morning of leaving, I climbed up to the third floor, habitually walked to the easternmost classroom, and pushed open the door, as if opening a book of poems bound with simple and timeless artistic conceptions. Walking into the poetry collection, staring at the familiar and beautiful faces, I kept praying in my heart: When I am not at home, you have to abide by the "national law and family rules", and you must "hang the beam and stab the stocks", don't make a mess!

Cars swapped with trains to get me to Suzhou.

After reporting for duty, I was arranged at the Suzhou Railway Hotel. Maybe because of my poor adaptability, I couldn't sleep at night, so I got up and went downstairs in my clothes and wandered around the square of Suzhou Railway Station.

Even though it was nine o'clock in the evening, there were still many people in the square. Men, women, the elderly, children, chattering, playing poker, reading newspapers, playing games, and a group of hurried passengers with bags on their shoulders and exhausted poured into the waiting hall.

Lights everywhere.

Here, there, the corridor with lights flowing under the heavy night is like ripples at Suzhou Station.

I was in the middle of it, under the watchful eye of the night, and I didn't linger in the brightly lit gallery. The wind of the spring night was slightly chilly, gently blowing my body, and I couldn't help but shiver a few times.

Look at the watch, it's almost half past nine, and the children in the school are going to study at night, right? I wonder if the English teacher has been in class 3 (4)? By the way, Xiao Nian shouldn't be naughty with the English teacher, right? He had run away from her once. Also, students on duty after self-study at night will definitely remember to close the windows, right? It's very windy tonight, maybe it's raining at night.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, stretching my clothes, and my steps piled up like dust in the light.

Sudden flashes and gloomy vanishes, filtered through my lonely pupils, ugly or glamorous, headless, repetitive...... At some point, I paced back to the hotel. Lying in bed, listening to the intermittent chirping of passing trains in its ears and the lonely beating of the night sky, it seems to be thinking about something, right?

In the middle of the night, I felt a different kind of loneliness.

I felt like I was not lying in a hotel in this beautiful city, but standing on the edge of the world, and the wind of the spring night whistled by, taking away my vivid emotions. I was helplessly drowning in nightmarish darkness and lethargy......

When the morning dawned, I washed my face, rinsed my mouth and ate, and then walked to the Suzhou 526 Factory Club (the venue of the Chinese language club).

It really rained at night, the road was wet, and the trees beside the road were baptized by the rain and looked green.

I took a deep breath. As I passed the Pingmen Bridge, a series of familiar and friendly bicycle bells sounded behind me, and then five or six male and female students in school uniforms passed me.

I can't help but move, they must be attached to the Iron Master, right? Look, that girl with a small stature and long hair flowing in the wind, judging from the back, looks like the representative of the music department of our class! Gazing at the students who disappeared at the end of the Pingmen Bridge, I suddenly felt a pain that I had never experienced before.

Is the children's early reading class "the sound of the waves still ringing"? In the fourth class in the morning, shouldn't the "big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate"? I'm not at work at noon, so I'm probably going to "smell birds everywhere"? The first class in the afternoon may be staged again "nap without waking up"? By the way, don't forget to take your classmates to the playground for a "chic walk".

I entered the 526 Factory Club and listened to a demonstration class by a nationally renowned teacher.

They were on the brightly lit stage, and I was in the dimly lit hall. Time roared and rushed by, and disappeared like the wind, leaving only momentary impulses and vague impressions, like a long dream. Before the demonstration class was over, I couldn't help but get up anymore, grab my briefcase and walk out of the club.

I bought a train ticket to go home in the evening.

As I walked through the ticket gate towards the train with my luggage, I couldn't help but glance back at the dimly lit waiting room: Goodbye, Suzhou, although you have the reputation of the Venice of the East, although I lost a chance to listen to the academic reports of experts and scholars, and even did not have time to receive the award certificate, I still have to go back, back to our classroom, that ship

- because I'm the captain!

The train finally started, and the light from the front of the train pierced through the night, and the huge vibration radiated warm enthusiasm. When I opened the window, I was greeted by the breath of spring that I had not seen for a long time, and I squinted my eyes and sucked greedily.

Suzhou, goodbye!

Every word of this article reawakened my heavy emotions, and for a moment I felt like I was about to be crushed, and there was only one thought in my heart: hurry up and teach the students one last lesson!

Saturday has arrived. In the morning, the students gathered in their hometown, and I took them into Kong Yiji's world.

At the end of the class, I stared at the students sitting in the dazzling eyes, and a smile bloomed on my face: "Students, it doesn't matter which class you are in, the important thing is to have confidence. The road is under your feet, and your fate is in your own hands. I'm sure you'll get good grades, because in my eyes, you're all the smartest and the best! ”

One by one, the students flew out of their hometown, and the backs that remained in my sight gradually blurred and blurred, and tears filled my eyes, but I clenched my teeth and did not let it roll off......