As soon as I returned to Luhuadang Middle School, my mobile phone kept screaming.

When I heard it, it was a female voice, and the voice was very unfamiliar, who was it?

Listening to this, my voice became higher and my mood became excited: "Oh, it turned out to be Teacher Gong. Of course I want to go to Hongqi Middle School, Hongqi Township is my hometown. Hehe, politely, this time you were also rated as a teaching expert in Binjiang City, congratulations. Okay, goodbye. ”

This call was really a timely rain, and it brought good news to my job transfer.

In a trance, I felt that the dawn of dawn was swishing through the sky, and the heart window was suddenly full of surprises.

Teacher Gong Qinbao met by chance at the beginning of this year in the teaching expert competition organized by the Binjiang Education Bureau.

Even though she only said a few words, she left a vivid impression on me.

I still remember that night, the sky was full of stars outside the window.

More than 30 Chinese, mathematics and Yingyu teachers who participated in the finals in our city were all gathered in the guest house of Binjiang Electronic Technical School to prepare for classes, and everyone was carefully preparing for the next day's competition.

At that time, I happened to be sitting to her right, as if I heard her talking to another teacher about Hongqi Township Middle School.

I casually asked, "Are you in Hongqi Middle School?" Name? ”

She turned her head to look at me and replied with a smile: "It's not expensive, it's not expensive, my surname is Gong, and it's in Hongqi Middle School." What about you? Honorific surname? ”

"Compared with your famous urban middle school, the school I stayed in is obscure and remote. Exempt from respect and respect, Xiaosheng's surname is Chu. There was a hint of humor in my light tone.

"Where, your school is famous," she said, looking at me, speaking quickly, and her crisp voice permeated with softness, "You are here." The mountain is not high, there is a fairy is famous, the school is not big, and there is a dragon like you. Not long ago, some teachers in your school held open classes in the city, and Secretary Luo of our school was full of praise for your class, and he has been thinking about it, planning to dig you up no matter what. ”

"That's Secretary Luo's wrong love. Oh, by the way, aren't there a lot of teachers who want to squeeze into your school? It is said that your school teachers are oversaturated, and you still want me? What a joke? "I naturally asked.

She immediately sent out a sincere invitation: "Jokes? What I said was 100% true. In fact, the weakest thing in our school is Chinese, and there is a lack of excellent Chinese teachers. Would you really like to come to our school? ”

"Actually, I'm originally from Hongqi Township, so of course I want to go home." There was some ridicule in my plain words, and it seemed to be mixed with some dissatisfaction, "It's a pity that in eight or nine years, it abandoned my own son to Luhuadang, and he was miserable." ”

She quickly fought back, mercilessly: "I'm afraid you abandoned it, right?" Otherwise, why don't you stay in your hometown? ”

I didn't say anything more.

It's true that I didn't want to stay at Hongqi Middle School when I was first assigned a job, just because I studied there when I was in junior high school.

At that time, I thought that I would not be able to work freely at my alma mater, after all, there were many teachers who had taught me.

Thinking about it now, I was naïve.

Unexpectedly, more than two months had passed, and when I was almost about to forget this small talk, Mr. Gong actually called me and said that Hongqi Middle School was going to set me, as long as I was willing to go.

I climbed up to the third floor of the school building, sat at my desk, and thought with my hands behind my head.

After a while, I took out my pen and paper and carefully wrote a job transfer application report.

As soon as I had written the two or three hundred word application report, I breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if I had run around the playground several times, and my chest was so restless that it seemed that I was about to suffocate.

Suddenly, a lot of images came to my mind.

I thought of the oath I had told several classes of students, "I will always belong to Luhuadang, and Luhuadang needs me more";

I thought of what I said to Principal Jiang Guotao, "As long as you stay in Luhuadang for a day, I, Chu Mingxi, will never leave";

I thought of the lovely students scattered like stars in the land of Luhuadang;

I thought of the spring breeze and autumn rain, the affectionate veins of the river and reeds in the morning and dusk mist;

I thought of the dirt and gravel roads, large and small, of all shapes, crisscrossed by the corners of the reeds, and seemed to be engraved in the depths of my soul......

How can I say that I will leave this place where I have lived for eight years, and let go when I say I will let go?

The sweat of my youth, the ideals of my youth, my joys, sorrows, and sorrows have long been indispensable to her.

It was only at this moment, when I was holding the job transfer application report, that I really appreciated the connotation of Ai Qing's poem: Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land so much......

I cast my eyes out the window on the tall, lush cedar and landed on the dark green weeping locust.

Weeping Huai lowered his arms and leaned over, like an old man with an old dragon bell and a wind candle.

I thought of the old father, and his gray hair, his stumbling figure, his stumbling steps.

I want to go back, I must go back, I can't hesitate anymore, I can't hesitate anymore. Otherwise, when the interruption continues, it will be disturbed. My father is in decline, do I still have to be imprisoned by fame and fortune and ignore filial piety, love and conscience? Besides, my brother Mingyu cares very little about his old father and almost ignores it, how can I be indifferent and collud with him?

Also, in Luhuadang, I was almost ruined, and my family and career were full of turmoil, as if I had become the bull's-eye of the people with ulterior motives and cynicism, what is the point and what is the value of staying any longer? Maybe a change in the environment will change the situation?

I withdrew my stagnant gaze, packed my heavy thoughts, picked up the transfer application report, and walked towards the principal's office.

Sitting opposite President Jiang, I pushed the job transfer application report in front of him, without a smile on my face, and my voice was calm: "President Jiang, discuss one thing with you." Today, my father, who is nearly 80 years old, is frail and in urgent need of care, and as a son, he has the obligation and responsibility to take care of his father, so I want to change jobs. I've been working in Luhuadang for eight years, and it's time to transfer back to my hometown. I believe that the principal and the leaders will understand my difficulties, understand my request, and agree to my application. ”

Principal Jiang silently looked at the application report, his eyes shot out of the window through the top of my head, as if he heard his very objective voice: "Of course, I understand what you do. I really don't want to let you go, but in view of your difficulties, I have to agree to your application. ”

After saying that, he immediately took out the official seal of the school from the drawer and pressed a bright red seal on my application report.

President Jiang's lukewarm approach, the bright red seal at the bottom right of the application report, set off a storm of emotions in my heart.

He actually agreed to my transfer so kindly, and he didn't even mean to keep it?

Do you think that I have no background and that it is fanciful to successfully transfer jobs? Or is there not much of me in Luhuadang Middle School? Or is it a way to vent your frustration and even anger at me?

Actually, how I wish he had said those emotional words.

With just a few words, maybe all my determinations and all my dissatisfaction will crumble and disappear in an instant.

However, the cold seal shattered the remaining desires in my heart.

At this moment, a poem popped into my mind:

Tomorrow across the mountains, the world is vast.

Don't you wait until tomorrow, and the world will be in vain today?

I picked up the application report, dropped the cold two words "thank you", turned around and quickly left the principal's office.