I sat in the archives room on the third floor. Outside the window is a small forest. Next to the forest is an outdoor playground with a 400-meter track and dozens of old camphor trees. In spring, the leaves fall all over the ground. When it is not cleaned, it is quiet and mysterious.
I found this office by myself. There is no better place than this, apart from being quiet and close to my own class, it is extremely convenient to manage students.
Occasionally, I sit on the small table in front of the window, correcting homework and preparing lessons. The fragrance of camphor trees drifted over, and the music of aerobics on the playground echoed repeatedly.
Side by side with the window is the top of a camphor tree. It is very close to my window, so close that I can hear the murmur from the bird's nest from time to time. It takes little effort to clearly witness life in the treetops - a paradise for birds. The new leaves are also disappearing every day, and they look more green, like those young people who are growing like crazy. I came to this school right after graduation and lived in the staff dormitory opposite. All the camphor trees here bear witness to my youth and growth.
Every night after self-study, the noise receded like a tide and returned to silence. Even the moonlight was deserted, illuminating the shadows of the trees. Walking around campus with my roommates, the moonlight traced our shadows onto the wall, forming a beautiful silhouette with a row of camphor trees.
Make friends with students, and occasionally they will quietly put a flower in the vase on the table; take the children on spring outings and climb mountains like a big sister; hide in the dormitory at night to review homework and take self-examination; upstairs Colleagues, those who took the postgraduate entrance examination, those who failed the postgraduate entrance examination and took the postgraduate entrance examination again... are all studying hard.
Here, there are many dreams, but they never sink, they just run blindly.
On weekends, he would go to nearby fields, pick handfuls of wild flowers, show them around the market, and then decorate the simple houses. From time to time, a colleague will tell you to introduce a boyfriend to you, and your face will turn red.
Students don’t hand in homework, chase and fight, fail exams, don’t listen to lectures... there are all kinds of things that hurt the liver and spleen.
Master pointed out my class and said that everything else was good, except that I spoke too fast, so I should control my speech speed, control it - it was the voice of a fledgling, untrained person who was eager to express to the world.
A gust of wind blows, and there is a faint fragrance.
Someone came in and said that my room was filled with fragrance. Is it the fragrance of cognac? I corrected them back, as if they never knew that camphor trees can bloom. I easily witnessed the enthusiasm of every flower as big as a grain of rice blooming on the treetops. It was these tiny grains of rice that intoxicated every cell in the respiratory tract.
More often than not, the window is not closed 24 hours a day. Because when you open the door, the fragrance is like a lover's soft words blowing on your face, sweet and intoxicating.
I appreciate the tranquility and the scenery. I feel that there will be no future in this life, so I cherish them very much. The historical sounds emanating from several cabinets of files all indicate that the efforts made in every ordinary day are remembered by someone, stored somewhere, and traced by the passing of the geese.
When there is too much green outside the window, I will buy or pick some flowers to insert. I have inserted plum blossoms and carnations before, and most recently, chrysanthemum flowers in the vegetable field, which look like chrysanthemums and the sun. Because this kind of behavior is extremely undesirable, we try our best to treat him kindly. The happiest thing is when the buds slowly stretch out in the vase, releasing the first petals with a tentative hesitation, and then wait until the world is well and then come back to life one morning, showing all the smiling faces. The life of a flower is completed in a solitary room.
Life goes round and round, sometimes you have to move forward all the way, and sometimes you have to learn to turn around and come back.
Just like every moment I sit in this room, I really want to go back to the starting point, teach quietly, work hard without being surprised, and leave the power of smiles and thoughts in the lives of children. Power, and the force that pulls them upward, makes people realize their value and complete their own definition of their own life, nothing else.
The students are about to graduate, and what awaits them is the first major exam in their lives. All teachers are racing against time and seizing every minute. Therefore, from the dawn of the morning to the sunset of the evening, we eat student meals, do not take a break at noon, and do not relax between classes, just go forward and retreat with them. The greatest significance of this is to allow children to pay attention to every test in life and experience the taste of struggle.
The house became lively again. After each class, the underachievers would be asked by me to come to the office to do a few questions. I interview them and hope their results will improve.
The process of studying in school is also a process of tempering. When you forget it after telling it over and over again, there will be times when you want to go crazy, but you still accept it with the greatest tolerance.
Whether you are a student or a teacher, you need to have difficulties to teach you to grow. The key is to run towards the sunshine.
The cool breeze and bright moon are my state of mind. In fact, I have never been idle, even for many years. There seems to be a lot of work nowadays, but I always believe that all the results in the future will have a cause today.