The power of youth is irrepressible, and even hell can become heaven. - Yu Qiuyu

The "last busy" summer vacation that everyone is talking about is over quickly, and the legendary and dark senior year of high school that everyone is talking about is soon coming.

When I was sitting in the classroom of my third year of high school, I suddenly remembered that I was a freshman in high school.

At that time, I had just entered this school, I looked out the window, the first, second and third high school teaching buildings were lined up in sequence, the first year of high school was on the side near the school gate, and the 10th class was on the third floor, looking out to see the school gate, at that moment, I suddenly felt that I was unconsciously sitting in a cage.

However, at this moment, I find that I have reached the end of high school, only the last year left, and then I will leave this "cage", maybe into a new cage, or maybe to gain freedom, I don't know, a little looking forward to it, but not so much looking forward to it.

Yes, it's strange that in this school where I want to leave every day, in this school that is piled up with homework, I actually have a sense of belonging and dependence.

Maybe it's because there's someone I like, maybe it's just because I'm used to it, or maybe it's ...... I'm leaving. When you leave a person or a place, no matter how insensible you were before, you still feel sad when you leave, and I'm such a strange person.

Feng Bin introduced the new teachers one by one, basically did not change, the Chinese teacher was replaced by Zhou Qing, the mathematics teacher was replaced by Ouyang Ping, the English teacher remained the same, and the physics and biology teacher was the same.

But with such a change, there was only one man left in our class, Feng Bin, who was fighting alone.

I'm especially looking forward to the new teachers.

After Feng Bin introduced the new teacher, he began his routine opening speech was nothing more than the topic of the college entrance examination, he and we were heart-to-heart, and even talked about what happened when he was in college, but unfortunately his expression and tone were still very serious, when talking about interesting things, we didn't think it was funny, but he himself laughed first, laughed very happily, and we laughed on the spot.

Then, he passed a piece of paper down from the first group and said, "It's the third year of high school, you should have a college entrance examination goal, fill it all in, the target score, and, the target school." ”

I hesitated a little, remembering what I saw when I was wandering around the third floor of high school before, with everyone's college entrance examination goals posted in front of each classroom, a total score, a grade of elective courses, and then a target school.

The students in front of me also filled in very slowly, probably thinking and struggling, just like me, just looking at the scenery outside the window in vain, but inside, empty.

"Gu Nanxing, have you thought about it?" I asked.

And Gu Nanxing looked at me suspiciously, and said, "This is just a goal, not the last, just write it." ”

I nodded a little annoyed, where do I want to go? From birth to now, I don't seem to have any plans or goals, I have always gone with the flow, and there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. But the irony is that I have written several essays about the importance of having a goal, and each time I talk about it as if I am a person who is good at setting goals, but in reality, what the goal is, I have never tried.

And now, it seems that it has reached the point where I have to try.

"Seriously, don't you have any schools you want to go to?"

Gu Nanxing finally put down the pen, examined the question, and said, "Maybe, but it's not a specific school, but just want to go to that place." ”

The place Gu Nanxing wants to go to is the capital city of our province, I have never been there, but I have heard of its prosperity.

"Maybe it's like the old fortune teller said, doctor, or teacher." Gu Nanxing said.

I sighed, still confused.

Where do you want to go?

There is not a single specific place.

What do you want to do?

There is also no specific occupation.

Muddy and aimless.

The memories are raging and wanton, and I remember my elementary school days, short, skinny, and low self-esteem. Once, a boy in the class lost a book, the teacher seemed to be suspicious of me, because I was the boy's tablemate, that afternoon, the sun was very good, I sat there to write homework, and after finishing the homework and found out the small notebook - after a while to check the eye exercises in each class, the teacher kept staring at me, it was the kind of very suspicious and inexplicable eyes, she had already decided in her heart that I did it, and her eyes seemed to be looking at a thief. It's cruel. Later, after I graduated, I went back to school with flowers to visit her, and she smiled happily and looked at me like she was looking at a beloved apprentice, as if the eyes of that afternoon had never appeared. But it all happened, and that look will forever be etched in my memory.

After many years, I have forgotten many, many things, but this incident, I still remember it vividly.

When I was in junior high school, I was already taller, but I was already introverted and timid. A boy in the class asked me to borrow my homework and I lent it to him, which is a common operation in school. Even though every teacher prohibits copying homework, how many have never copied homework? The boy, as I remember, was a skinny boy who copied my homework, and for the simple reason that I went there early that day, and so did he.

But I miscalculated one question.

He copied it as it was.

At noon, he was called over and came back to call me, and before I could get to the office, the math teacher came in in a rage, she was a well-dressed woman, she was indeed beautifully dressed, and her personality was as fiery as the way she dressed.

She was holding my homework book.

Told me to go up, and then threw it hard, and began to scold me, scolding me for making such a low-level mistake, scolding me for daring to copy it from others, her tone was very mean, the whole class looked at her and got angry, I stood in front of her, helpless.

When she was tired of scolding, she asked me to pick up the notebook and go back to my seat, I didn't cry, she kept staring at me with disdain.

It's like that afternoon, another teacher cast a suspicious look at me.

The moment the memories ended, the answer suddenly came to my mind.

Perhaps, the future I want is to be a teacher, but it is not a teacher who makes students remember these things forever, but a teacher who is gentle, kind and persuasive, and leads students through school like an angel.