Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's the day of the preparatory class on August 30.

Sure enough, as Lan Junliang expected, Yan Jiewen was transferred to Sanjiang Primary School, and I continued to stay in the third year of junior high school, taking over Lao Yan's class, teaching Chinese and being the class teacher.

In the days that followed, as usual, I pushed open the classroom door every day, as if opening a beautiful piece of prose, and let the morning rush into the classroom like a child; Push open the glass windows and let the sunlight stretch out. There are birds hovering outside the window, which makes people want to fly.

Sitting in the classroom after a long absence, I was once again struck by a great sense of tranquility.

After many hustle and bustle invading the mind, returning to this incomparable tranquility, and knowing that there are students like green trees all around, my heart seems to be filled with a pool of clear water, light, like a water lily blooming in a half-acre square pond.

There are also voices, which are the whispers of pen and paper; There is also the noise of cicadas through the window, and the crystal silence is played beautifully. It is more about the sound of even breathing, which makes people feel a kind of joy of life and throbbing of the heart.

Like dew drops in the forest, like green trees growing vigorously......

As long as I walk through this young forest, the dirt in my heart will be swept away without a trace, and the comfort and pleasure will suddenly climb up the wall of my heart, filled with the cool green of life.

At night, often, sitting in the back of the classroom to write lesson plans, I feel in a hazy way that the words I write are just life.

Often, I spread out the homework book and reviewed the children's movements in the most intimate way, eager for an excellent life. As soon as the students walked into the classroom, they immediately put away their words and deeds, stopped laughing, and sat down lightly.

After the sound of turning stationery, the classroom fell silent.

The girl's hair hung down from her ears, and the clouds like ink jade covered the half of the moon.

The boys' little brows are slightly furrowed, and some of them have curled up their lips that drill out fine fluff, looking serious.

The innocent, naïve, and simple look is very pleasing to the eye.

Sometimes, some students occasionally look up and look forward, and the teachers and students meet each other's eyes and smile.

Some students would tilt their heads, pick up the eraser, wipe the notebook with exaggerated movements, and when they were done, they would look up at me and glance at me seemingly casually.

In the evening in the classroom, you only need to raise your hand to hold a lot of purity, a lot of warmth, and a lot of happiness.

Sometimes, I walk around the classroom.

Some students don't sit up straight, just pat him on the back. Some students write fast but not neatly, as long as they walk to him and stop, his writing speed will suddenly slow down, and the words will be written in a regular manner. As soon as I left, there was a soft tearing sound behind me. No need to ask, he must have rewritten.

Sometimes, the student would shout softly, "Hey-", thinking that he had some problem, and when he walked up to him, he pulled at the placket of my shirt, and it turned out that there was a little chalk dust on the back. "The body has no colorful wind and two wings, and the heart has a little bit of a soul", Li Yishan's poems jumped into my mind, and the feeling of chilling through my heart was like ice cream quickly sliding down my throat and then lightning to all my limbs.

On a moonlit night, the bright moon outside the window is clear and transparent, like the eyes of students and their pure hearts.

"Ding, ding, ding", the bell between classes beckons to the students.

As the students poured out of the classroom, billions of silver rays of moonlight suddenly broke through the sky and shone brightly on them.

These students who were dyed by the moonlight were all silver and lively. It was as if they were no longer students, but silver-winged birds leaping out of their nests, and the notes of the piano keys one by one.

It was as if they were jumping and cheering and singing towards me, no, towards the whole world.

At this time, I also became a bird, a musical note, shouting and laughing loudly with them, and wantonly swaying the joy in my heart. In such an atmosphere, students are most open-minded, and it seems that there is no longer a distance between teachers and students. They told me what was buried in their hearts, and told me about family matters that were not suitable for publication.

The relationship between teachers and students, such closeness, such harmony, is as attractive as a dream.

On a drizzly night, stepping on the rain feet on the concrete floor, like the footsteps of a student, light and fast, makes people feel excited, and they want to take a walk in the rain and see with their own eyes how life sprouts and grows under the gentle care.

The wind crept in from afar, walked through the flower garden, quietly sneaked in through the open window, and brought the fragrance of the veins, which blended with the taste of the students, brewing the smell of wine and honey. At this moment, I often let the wind pull the corners of my clothes while glancing at the students in the classroom, so Zou Difan's poems light up the sky of memory:

A young smile / A hidden love / A jar of wine unsealed / An unfinished ideal / A heart waiting to burn......

After school, the students came to me with their school bags: "Teacher, let's go together!" ”

I smiled and replied, "You guys go first, I'll read the book for a while." Sitting in the classroom, I can listen to the bells of your bicycles. ”

So, the students flew out of the classroom.

They pressed Che Ling hard, and the clear voices came and went, responding to each other, and they spread far and wide.

I think they must have been laughing and singing and ringing their bells. Listening to the bell, I can tell exactly which direction the students are diverging...... The ringing faded away and finally disappeared completely.

The night is quiet again, like stirring waters, and then calming again.

Gently bring the door to the door, and the bright moonlight overhead silently illuminates the campus.

I was parked in the clear waves of the moonlight, and my heart was as light as a green lotus fluttering in the wind.

However, joy is always too short, and sorrow is always too long.

Like a fairy tale stacked on the beach, such a beautiful day lasted less than half a month, and was shattered by a storm.

On Friday afternoon, September 13, when I decided to go home, Feixia ran to the school duty room, where I was resting, and pushed the door and made a loud noise: "Why don't you go back, you only know that you are enjoying it?" You don't ask your wife, you have to ask your son. Come back with me! ”

She pushed and shoved, grabbing the collar of my dress.

Looking at the other teachers who were woken up and rushed over, I whispered, "You let go, I'll definitely go back after the composition class in the afternoon!" ”

"You're a liar! Do you only know that raising those illegitimate children outside the home, eating restaurants, do you care about the life and death of our mother and son? "She was holding the collar of my dress, and the more she talked, the more outrageous she became.

What kind of illegitimate child, isn't it just to spend some time tutoring the poor male student in the class?

It's okay to insult me, to throw sewage on irrelevant students!