This semester, a group of senior interns came to the school. Their vitality, their sunshine, and even their immature and shyness reminded me of my green years...

At that time, the school was divided into a front yard and a back yard. The front yard was a typical small courtyard. The east gate led to the road, and the west side opposite the gate was an aisle leading to the teaching area. There are two floors on the southeast, northwest and four sides, which are offices and dormitories where teachers live. Each room is more than ten square meters. There are also inner and outer rooms or second-year rooms that were originally used for leaders or some old teachers with their families in the unit.

When I first started working, an old teacher happened to retire. This old teacher lived in the inner and outer rooms, but a child of his relative lived in his outer room and had not yet graduated. When I started working, I lived in the old teacher's back room.

In the small room of more than ten square meters, there was a table placed by the back window. The table had faded over the years and was tilted unevenly. The two drawers could never be pulled out or closed. Place an old, sturdy chair in front of the table. There was a wooden bed against the back wall. The bedding I brought was still the same set of quilts I had at school, with a pink quilt cover and a white pillow under the red flower pillowcase. Behind the door is a small red wooden box of mine, and under the front window sill is an embroidered iron stove. In winter, lighting a fire has become my daily routine. The most luxurious thing is that there is an abandoned brown-red pedal organ from the school placed against the back wall. The black and white keyboard is slightly yellowish. The sound of the pedals moving up and down and the intermittent babbling sound of the piano have become the most enjoyable part of my green years. A touching tone!

It was in this hut that I persisted in the habit of practicing three-stroke calligraphy every day that I developed in school; it was in this hut that I continued my hobby of playing the piano, flute and erhu; In the hut, I started my arduous but promising teaching journey. The first lesson plan, the first homework book, the first open class, and the first teaching honor were all completed here; it was in this hut, I received a music box given to me by students who put it outside the window and sang birthday greetings; it was in this hut that I hung the wind chimes of my first love in front of the window and tinkled in the sound of the wind; it was in this hut that I I played crazy, cried, laughed, and grew up together with more than a dozen of my classmates who came to school one after another...

At that time, the window slits in the hut were very wide, so when winter came, we would start to paper the windows. , when the cold wind is biting, the window paper beats inside and outside and makes a whirring sound, and the slightest bit of coldness sneaks into the hut stubbornly, making the light inside the house clearer. At that time, the roof had a top layer made of paper. We would find newspapers and paste them with paste every year. The most frightening thing at first was the mice running back and forth on the roof. Later, the most thrilling thing was getting up with my companions in the middle of the night to catch the mice that fell from the paper and just fell into the bucket. Once I went out to teach half a year by correspondence. A few months later, when I came back and opened the drawer, I saw a slender gray rat tail that was swinging... Since the top floors are connected, if I sing "Go home often" here at night, I will definitely pick up the line next door. "Go home and have a look", and then we joked and laughed before going to sleep. A group of young people lived in three houses, just like in one house. There were only mice, and the joy was shared by all!

We live in the south building, which is the busiest place. Prepare lessons and judge assignments, and be unambiguous in your work. There is no need to sit in class after class, and we can gather together to play double-liter games. We have two decks of cards, a big bed, and a dozen or so people around us. We are all enjoying the game with red faces and red faces. We play the tank game and pass one level after another. , the game controllers were changed one after another... There was also an embarrassing experience of being caught playing mahjong by the boss and then taking the initiative to write a check to ask for mahjong. Because you are young, you can work hard and show off; because you are young, it is cute to make mistakes occasionally. Oh, those green years!

Upon entering the backyard teaching area, there are three rows of bungalow classrooms for three grades, with weeping poplar trees planted in front of the classroom doors. In front of the first row of classrooms was a low-lying playground at first, and later a two-story building was built as a laboratory.

Behind the classroom is a wide playground. Next to the playground is an approach road. Turning right on the approach road is another gate of the school. On the right side of the approach road is a small playground. Both playgrounds are covered with a layer of dust, but our morning exercises were run smoothly. In this way, our sports meeting is made full of excitement at one track and field venue. On this playground, I used to sign the kite with my first class students and let it fly into the sky freely, flying far away; I once took the students in the composition class to secretly walk from the playground to the wild fields outside the school. I went out to enjoy the scenery and wrote essays and reviews after I came back; I hosted a campus party on a temporary outdoor stage for the first time. At that time, the school had no nets or iron bars, but there was plenty of freedom and happiness!

Our classrooms are all bungalows, and swallows and sparrows can come and go freely on the open roof. In my memory, when I was a student, once, when the math teacher with a big forehead was beaming on the podium, a plum blossom point suddenly appeared on his forehead. When I was wondering about the teacher's unique appearance and his interrupted explanation, the teacher asked the front row to After the students tore off the papers from their homework books and gave them to him, he wiped them angrily. The students' eyes flying towards an innocent sparrow on the beam made me realize that it was the sparrow that was causing the trouble. The little sparrow is not afraid of the teacher's majesty and dares to poop on the teacher's head. This interesting conversation became an eternal topic among our classmates and always echoed in that empty classroom.

When I was the first class teacher, I climbed up the bamboo stairs to tinker with the voltage regulator on the electric baton. I once stood on the desk and leaned in front of the blackboard to write the blackboard newspaper. I once Self-composed, directed, arranged, and practiced various cultural and artistic programs in schools and classes... I, we have never been lucky enough to be young, burn our own passion and ignite our youthful dreams! Looking back at the desolate place, when I return, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine! It’s true, I’m singing along the way!

Later, we got married one after another. Half of the dozen or so young people have been transferred out of the workplace due to various reasons, and the remaining few are also being dragged forward by life and work. Suddenly, we are all middle-aged and running away. Tired of fame and fortune, family responsibilities and a life of various tastes have covered up all the green years of the past...

We were also young, but we will all grow old. Those green years with bright spots will eventually be frozen into frames in the dust of the world, floating in the long river of memory, and dissipated forever!

Then at this moment, let me relive my beautiful green years because of the youth of others! As time goes by, I will be there.