Open your dusty mind and let narrow selfishness fade away; let your free heart fly and let open-mindedness and tolerance return.
Then a suddenly enlightened world opened up layer by layer before our eyes: blue, white clouds, bridges, flowing water, tree-lined roads, with fresh joy everywhere...
I walked along happily and freely, the fragrance of flowers lingered in my nose, and some petals blown by the wind danced gracefully around me.
More than ten years later, Wang Yang still clearly remembers that scene, in September in early autumn, the sunshine was fresh and beautiful, full of images of hope...
Later, the tall Principal Li laughed heartily.
Amid that laughter, he saw Teacher Wang, who was unwilling to let him enter the kindergarten class, looking at the tall Principal Li, and then back at him.
Wang Yang blinked, looked at Teacher Wang, and turned his head away.
He doesn't like this kind of teacher very much.
Because, at the beginning, the teacher didn't seem to like him very much.
If possible, he hoped that he would never let this teacher teach him in the future.
He liked it. Wang Yang raised his head slightly and looked at Principal Li, his eyes full of joy.
He likes this teacher.
It would be great if I could teach him in the future.
Only later did he learn that the tall Principal Li had only taught mathematics for five years.
And he was just a child who entered the kindergarten class at a late stage. He was really childish.
"This kid is not easy to worry about. He will trouble Principal Li and all the teachers in the future." Mother smiled and reached out to pat him on the back.
Wang Yang touched his back, grinned, and smiled, like a flower, blinking and smiling cheerfully at the teachers in front of him one by one.
His mother once told him that as long as he did something wrong, she would hit him on the back.
All he had to do was smile and apologize.
"Not bad, not bad, you have wisdom." Principal Li raised his hand and touched Wang Yang's head again, "Study hard and learn more knowledge in the future."
"Yes." Wang Yang responded obediently.
Later that day, he returned home with his mother. The next morning, following his brother, he also carried the schoolbag that his mother had sewn for him with her own hands and ran towards Liuzhou humming the song of his son going to school. .
In this run, I ran from the age of six to the age of twenty-two.
The young head teacher turned to look at Principal Li. Now he has grown up.
Principal Li, however, seems not to have aged much. He is still tall and straight, his smile is still bright and arrogant, and his voice is still loud and sweet.
It seems like nothing has happened, but, it seems, everything is slowly changing again.
Back then, he looked up to Principal Li in the audience, but now, he and Principal Li are standing side by side here.
However, no matter in the past, present or future, in his heart, Principal Li has always been the person he looked up to.
There were light clouds passing by outside the window, and a warm wind blew by.
Outside of that breeze, the sun is still bright, no light and shadow can be seen, but you can still see the traces of the sun passing through the edges of the light clouds.
In such a dreamlike color, he knew that he could use it inexhaustibly to find lost memories, obtain gentle sustenance, start to think intensively, and let the wings of imagination fly everywhere.
When he was young, he used to look at this newly arrived campus with the lively and affectionate eyes of looking at flowers and sunshine.
And now, he is standing on this familiar campus again.
Looking at it with my current eyes and my original mood, I suddenly discovered that in the primitive days of the earth, outside the vast universe, in a far corner called the earth, in that green village, there was a warm and beautiful road. The light always shone in the bottom of his heart.
A light and fluffy cloud passed by the window and disappeared.
But Wang Yang knew that some stories were not finished yet.
Those feelings have become difficult to distinguish between true and false over the years.
Now in the occasionally passing wind, in the occasionally passing clouds, in the golden halo of warmth, all the stories were written into a beautiful line of poetry in his heart:
Watch the world of mortals flying in peace, and appreciate the ups and downs of the world in solitude.
The young head teacher blinked. In the past years, Principal Li had made the right decision for many children who were less like him.
In their young hearts, there will always be one or two people who suddenly appear and become heroes in their hearts. Then, they will remain there until they are covered with dust and slowly fade away into memories that cannot be picked up. mark.
And at a certain point, if you suddenly pick it up, it will pass through the memory and illuminate the future path.
The young head teacher raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyes, and inadvertently caught sight of Sun Yueyue picking up the fallen pencils on the ground.
Let her be.
She is not the main character today either. He couldn't say anything, it was just unintentional.
However, my deskmate is also a little squeamish. What will happen if this pencil case is lightly smashed? His eyes suddenly turned red.
If it's red, then it's red. Look at Sun Yueyue. Why are you settling accounts with her? Why are you staring at him?
At this time, Principal Li is presiding over the overall situation. How can he, a foil, take over?
Obviously not!
Otherwise, Principal Li will give him a big look and teach him a lesson.
He has received a lot of eye rolls now!
The young head teacher looked at Principal Li, and then glanced at Sun Yueyue and her delicate deskmate Tian Yiyi from the corner of his eye.
Ahem, Sun Yueyue had already apologized to Tian Yiyi and was shaking Tian Yiyi's hand.
It's okay, it's not in vain that he usually looks at her differently.
Hey, what are the students behind you looking at?
The young head teacher was startled for a moment and looked over. Ahem, he was led astray by Sun Yueyue.
Yes, Principal Li is going to ask Yan Xiaoyu to take over what?
The young head teacher looked at Principal Li again and again, and when he saw it for the third time, an idea suddenly came to his mind.
Look at your pig brain.
then? Of course it's to catch the table tennis racket?
Is it possible that you still want Yan Xiaoyu to answer the call?
I'm so stupid.
I actually thought that Principal Li wanted Yan Xiaoyu to come to the platform. Oh no, she came to the same stage to stand and watch.
The young head teacher pursed his lips, glanced sideways at Principal Li, and then looked at Yan Xiaoyu.
Huh? What's Yan Xiaoyu's expression?
then? Pick up what? Yan Xiaoyu looked at Principal Li again and again, and couldn't help but blink again, with waves of suspicion slipping through her eyes.
Are you planning to let her answer the call?
What was Principal Li doing just now? She was only paying attention to her foot pain and didn't pay attention to what she heard.
Ahem, what's this kid's expression like?
Principal Li raised the table tennis racket in his hand and handed it to Yan Xiaoyu...
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