Through the glass door, I could see the figures in the hall of the Binjiang Workers' Cultural Palace.

As I walked forward casually, I saw the words "Binjiang City West Mug 'Reform, Youth, Dedication' TV Speech Contest" written above the stage curtain with red velvet as the background, and these words radiated a golden dreamlike color under the dazzling stage lights.

Dressed in a rusty red shirt and white trousers, I walked onto the stage with a complacent look and began my speech.

Dear judges and dear young friends,

Today, the title of my speech is "Dedication to Youth".

We all know that the success of our city's reform and opening up and the take-off of economic construction depend on the efforts of each and every one of us, especially our young people. Some young friends may say that carrying out reform, opening up, and economic construction is the business of leaders or great men.

Oh, no, friends, in order to achieve the goal of the construction of two civilizations in our city, we also need young people who are struggling in ordinary posts to shine and dedicate our youth.

Let's talk about myself.

He graduated from Beijing Normal University in eight or nine years and was assigned to Luhuadang Middle School. To be honest, I stepped into this inconspicuous rural middle school on the edge of the Yangtze River with a little melancholy and a little confusion.

Soon, however, my melancholy and confusion melted away from the students' enthusiasm and understanding.

In class, there were no students making trouble, they all sat upright, looking so focused and serious.

This is not easy for me, who has just graduated from a normal university.

I am glad that I met a group of obedient and good students.

I secretly made up my mind that I would have a good Chinese class and never let my students down. So, I carefully prepared and lectured; I take my time to tutor and help students. We don't just talk about learning, we talk about society, we talk about life, we talk about everything they want to talk about.

I will never forget one thing that has left an indelible mark on my mind.

It was one afternoon in the winter of '89, and it suddenly snowed heavily. After school, I went to the class to take a look and found that the class leader Zhang Binyu did not bring rain gear and was sitting alone in the classroom. I didn't think about anything, I didn't say anything, I brought my own raincoat.

He took the raincoat and asked me, "Teacher, will you still use it tomorrow when you go to the city to participate in the entertainment performance?" I smiled and replied, "It's okay, I'll figure it out." Zhang Binyu hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Teacher, you should use it!" ”

I tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to use it, but it didn't work after saying it several times.

I was a little angry: "Zhang Binyu, you have to listen to the teacher this time, or don't call me teacher in the future!" Zhang Binyu looked at me obediently and silently put on his raincoat.

It was already dark, and the wind outside blew the door open a few times.

I was sitting in my dorm room reading a book when I suddenly heard a knock on the door. Who, I got up and opened the door. "Teacher, your raincoat." Ah, it's him!

Suddenly I understood, and a warm current surged through my body.

Friends, you must also understand that he is worried that I will not have a raincoat to wear the next day!

At that time, I didn't take the raincoat, and a resentment suddenly rose in my heart: "Who asked you to send it?" Who called you? Such a big snow, such a big wind! I can do without a raincoat, without a raincoat! Do you understand? Got it! He just stood silently in the doorway, his body seemed to be shaking from the cold, and my heart was trembling!

I raised my voice and patted him on the shoulders with my hands: "If I knew this, I might as well not borrow it, and let you get drenched in snow, snow!" You, you! ”……

It's been a long time since this happened, and every time I think about it, my heart rushes with heat.

Friend, don't you think my students are so cute and sensible? They cared for me, understood me, and gave me much, while I paid them too little and too little.

Since then, I have fallen deeply in love with my students and in love with Luhuadang Middle School.

So, I went to work day and night, and I tirelessly went to lectures. When Chu Xiaohua's essay won the second prize in the country, and when Cai Miaoxue's essay won the first prize in Binjiang City, I suddenly felt that every midnight of hardship and every loneliness of my soul was worth it, and the progress and success of students were more meaningful and valuable than all wealth and glory.

Towards the end of the first semester of '90, the students in the class got word out of nowhere that I would not be teaching in Luhuadang next semester. For this reason, many students came to my dormitory one afternoon and asked me to stay and continue teaching, with anticipation and trust written in their eyes.

Zhang Binyu, the class leader, said, "Teacher, stay." Some students say that if you don't teach them, they won't want to go to school. ”

Cao Junfei glanced at me with a smile and said lightly: "Maybe I'm one of them, teacher." Xue *** Du Zhong squeezed his eyes mischievously at me: "If you go, teacher, each of our students will go to your house to invite you." ”

……

Looking at their affectionate faces, listening to their simple words, friends, you say, can I not be shaken? Although I want to get out of Luhuadang and find a more suitable sky for me to soar, how can I leave the children I spend with day and night!

I held back the tears that were about to flood my eyes, and promised them emotionally: "I won't go, how can I go?" No. ”

But they were not at ease after all, and they drove more than 30 miles during the summer vacation to my house in Chujiazhuang, Hongqi Township.

I will always remember that it was July 20th and it was very hot. Once again, I was strongly shaken, staring at the expectant smiling faces of the students in the room. Friends, do you think I can refuse them? I told them word by word as if I was telling myself, "I'm not going to go, I'm not going to go." There was no applause, no cheers, and I could read the excitement and satisfaction written in their eyes.

Yet they don't know about the sacrifice I made.

In order to make up for the summer vacation classes for the poor students, I gave up a small gathering of reporters in the "Southern Xinjiang Poetry Journal"; In order to stay in Luhuadang, my brother and sister and I wore out our tongues, and even gave up my cousin's efforts to make a successful job transfer for me.

But, my friends, I love my career, I love my students, students need me, I need students even more. For the sake of my students, I can give up everything, honor, fame, and wealth; For the sake of students, I can dedicate everything, youth, life, and even blood.

Speaking of which, friends, you may want to say, "This is quite common! "Yes, I don't have any earth-shattering feats, I don't have any vows to swallow mountains and rivers, I'm ordinary. However, I want to dedicate my youth to the cause of education and do my best for the take-off of our city.

For I understand, because all of us here know that a thousand-foot platform rises from the earth, trickles down and merges into the sea.

Young friends, whether you are a cleaner, a plumber, a mason, or a driver, don't despise your work, raise your head, hold your chest, let us hold each other's hands tightly ** declared: "The take-off of our city's economic construction and the success of reform and opening up are inseparable from the support of ordinary posts and the dedication of every ordinary young person!" ”

Friends, let us join hands and use sweat, blood and youth to compose a triumphant song for the revitalization of Binjiang. I firmly believe that in the near future, we will use our youth to hold up Binjiang, smile proudly across the country, and go to the world; Our great motherland will also be like a phoenix, spreading its wings and flying in the vast blue sky, sweeping the vast demeanor of a great country!

Thank you, thank you.

A passion rushes in the veins, and a heroic spirit burns in the heart.

In a trance, my clear gaze fell on the face of the female judge, and I noticed that she was wiping her eyes with her left hand.

I shook my head, and somehow, I saw the first prize certificate in my hand, and the female judge said something to me, as if to say that the director of the city radio station especially appreciated my speech, and asked me to wait for a while to record it, ready to broadcast it on the upcoming Teacher's Day.

Listening and listening, I seemed to hear the principal say that he heard my speech on the radio last night, and it was quite moving. What a pity, I said to myself, I forgot to listen to my own voice last night because I went home to visit my father, who is over 70 years old.

While I was ecstatic, shy, and proud, time and space seemed to pass through a tunnel, and suddenly everything was dispersed, everything was pitch black, and even I couldn't realize that I still existed.

I seemed to see so many people, even high school classmates, elementary school teachers, college counselors, and so many faces lined up in an endless procession, which made me dizzy. They are strung together in a double helix structure like DNA, suspended in the dark. There seemed to be a lot of light in the distance, and I walked towards it......

Red, yellow, blue, green, many beams of light dangled like searchlights, and they were all filled with threaded stairs, like mysterious passages.

I hesitated, as if I was afraid of missing something, and I didn't know where to go.

At this moment, it was as if I was back at school, and everything around me was back to normal.

All illusions disappeared, I saw the golden sunlight from the window vividly penetrating into the classroom, the azaleas on the podium opened their smiling faces enthusiastically, walking in the classroom was like walking in poetry and prose, I smelled the most familiar smell of youth.

It was at this time that I saw a snow-white pillar of light hanging down from the sky, with a staircase like a thread, and at the end of the tunnel there seemed to be a call from the students: "Come! Dear teacher, we are waiting for you here! Although we love you and hope that you can go to the sky to wave your talents, we want to say that we want you to stay, we are so happy to come......"

It was the voice of the children, definitely familiar to the children.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and finally opened my arms and shouted: "I'm coming......"

I believe that it is heaven that belongs to me and my students, and should belong only to me and my students.

I finally understood that I could only belong to my students forever, and that I could not be complete at all without each other.

Today, perhaps, is the opportunity for us to find our other half and finally merge permanently.

All my desires and impulses were rekindled, and I excitedly spread my colorful wings that I had not known when, like a butterfly that had just feathered into a colorful neon after breaking the chrysalis, and with curiosity and longing for the future world, I and my students flew above the colorful clouds......

Once again, I stood in front of the podium.

I began to send down the results of the high school entrance examination one by one.

"Okay, students, we've been together for 3 years, and when the bell rings at the end of class, it's time to say 'goodbye'."

When he first entered junior high school, Wang Haifeng, who was the last in his class, was admitted to the district's key high school, exceeding the score line by 4 points. When she saw her score, she must have thought that she was wrong, right? Wang Haifeng specially used snow-white hairpins to hold his long waterfall-like hair today, with a rust-red shirt on his upper body and snow-white trousers on his lower body, looking both energetic and pure.

Cheng Linquan was also admitted to the district key high school - the little man who likes to wear a blue T-shirt.

A year ago, he didn't have any confidence in going on to higher education, and he always dozed off in class. Fortunately, he talked to him many times, talked about the sun, talked about the moon, and finally prostrate in the palace of education.

As for the squad leader Du Chengming, who was a little bit 3 years ago, now has thick hairs on his legs, and is very good at sports, running like a little leopard, and has been running into the first place in the Binjiang City Middle School Sports Championship. However, his academic performance was still not in the top 10 of his grade in the comprehensive test a month before the high school entrance examination - but I still firmly believe that he will definitely be admitted to the key points of the market.

In my eyes, my students are always the brightest and the best.

Really, the squad leader Du Chengming's high school entrance examination results are very good, 10 points beyond the city key.

"Students, since 92, through three years of hard work, everyone has been admitted to high school, and the promotion rate of the whole class ranks first in the school." I looked at my watch, and there was an inexplicable commotion in my heart, "The bell will ring in five minutes, and you will be leaving." Maybe we'll never see each other again...... But I will bless you in my heart at all times. ”

After a pause, I continued: "The teachers in high school are much stricter, and the subject is more difficult than in junior high school, you must continue to study hard and be a good student, I will definitely not forget you!" I'm telling the truth! ”

I quickly turned around, wiped my eyes with my right hand imperceptibly, and walked into the office to get my things out and back to the classroom.

"Chaiya, this is your chess piece that I confiscated, please come up and get it; Wu Xiao, your martial arts novels, please come up and get them too; Huang Chuan, this is your football - you haven't shot a few times in the third year of junior high school, it's all because of me, I'm sorry......"

Chai Ya, Wu Xiao, Huang Chuan and other students walked towards me, and other students involuntarily followed behind and surrounded me.

Huang Chuan's eyes were filled with tears, and he made a transfigured guttural voice: "Teacher, it's nothing." I know that *** door is not going to shoot me into the city focus. ”

He leaned close to me, bowed his head and whispered, "Thank you!" ”

"Me too." Wu Xiao said, also close to me, I could hear his familiar breathing, "I will never read martial arts novels in the future, don't worry!" ”

I patted him on the shoulder and smiled.

They all crowded around the podium, some giving me greeting cards, others handing me a guest book asking me to write something.

"Teacher," Chai Ya sobbed, "I took the tea leaves on your desk!" ”

"I'm the one who keeps singing in self-study class!" Hong Liang drooped his head, and the young man of 1.80 meters became a child at this moment.

"How about singing it again?" Looking at the little man in front of me who was half a head taller than me, I asked.

So, Hong Liang opened his teardrop-drenched mouth and emitted a deep baritone.

How many things have passed, as if it was just yesterday; How many friends have I had, as if I am still around; Maybe the heart is heavy, and the encounter is bitter or sweet; Now raise a glass and wish a good man a safe life......

Before I knew it, the students were all singing (I once taught this song, and I usually took it as a music lesson in the third year of junior high school to regulate the students' nervous learning emotions). They were close to me like my little brothers and sisters, singing and singing affectionately, as if to say goodbye to me.

Before the song was finished, the bell seemed to sound from the distant sky.

Through the June sun, through the long corridors, into every classroom.

My legs trembled, and in an instant, my mind was dizzy like an electric shock, and the sensation quickly condensed into a wave mark in front of my eyes. I hurriedly supported the podium with both hands, and the most cordial and touching smile bloomed on my face.

"It's time for us, students, it's time for us to see you again!"

One by one, the students walked out of the classroom, down the stairs, and one by one they got on their bikes and flew out of the school gates.

At the empty classroom door, I was the only one standing, lonely; The chess and martial arts novels on the podium lay there, quiet; The snow-white football is hiding alone in the corner, deserted.

I bent down and gently picked up the soccer ball.

The silent gaze rubbed over and over again the dull sphere.