The courtyard is a little deep, with willows piled in smoke and countless curtains.
The young head teacher was stunned, watching Principal Li's back disappear from his eyes, and suddenly remembered that familiar phrase, and couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.
Principal Li's eyes are always worth pondering and pondering, just like the dusk behind the closed door and the spring that cannot be held back by any means.
He was still talking to Huahua with tears in his eyes, but Principal Li glanced back with deep confusion. There was no Bai Meisheng, no Qingren City, no Qingren Guo, but Principal Li was already in the red sky flying by. The broken shadow disappeared with the swing.
Leave him alone in the classroom, savoring it slowly and savoring it carefully.
Ahem, aftertaste?
It seems that Teacher Zhao can make it as an aftertaste.
The young head teacher couldn't help but raise his hand to smooth the hair that had just reached his ears. Many of them didn't go to Principal Li for dinner.
Otherwise, it would be better to choose a different day and find a reason to go to Principal Li’s house for dinner this noon?
reason?
Thinking of this, the young head teacher couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly. Why do you need to find an excuse?
Principal Li secretly tore off the newspaper header from his excerpt book. Isn't this reason enough?
A slight breeze blew from in front of the door. It was warm but not cold, and ruffled the hair on the young head teacher's forehead.
Haha, the young head teacher came to his senses and raised his left hand to tuck the hair from his forehead behind his ears. It turned out that it was not that there was no wind, but that it was blocked by the big Buddha of Principal Li.
Shelter from wind and rain?
Looking at the rows of green hollies outside the classroom door that looked like a lake, the young head teacher raised his eyebrows slightly and decided to go to Principal Li's house for lunch this afternoon.
"What is the head teacher looking at?" Li Wenwen muttered and gently touched Fang Xiaoxiao's arm.
Fang Xiaoxiao glanced at Li Wenwen, said nothing, looked up at the class teacher and lowered his head.
What is the head teacher looking at? What else to watch?
Of course she was looking at the scenery outside the classroom door. Was Li Wenwen still asking her such an obvious question?
Li Wenwen can ask, but she cannot answer.
Her grades are not good, and if she does something under the eyes of the class teacher, maybe she will be discovered, although the class teacher doesn't like to criticize them.
However, she has always been very self-aware, ahem, she has always had self-respect.
The class teacher likes to roll her eyes at people. This habit is the same as Li Wenwen's.
Fang Xiaoxiao glanced at Li Wenwen on the left, and sure enough, Li Wenwen rolled his eyes at her again.
These good grades all have the same virtue. Fang Xiaoxiao twitched the corners of her lips slightly and raised her eyebrows disapprovingly. Remembering the roll of her eyes that Yan Xiaoyu had just passed by her, she turned her head and looked behind her.
Ahem, Yan Xiaoyu is also looking back?
Fang Xiaoxiao turned her head and found that she couldn't turn her neck. She turned back and glanced at the head teacher who was still looking out the front door. She quickly turned around and looked in the direction of Yan Xiaoyu.
Huh?
Zhao Jing? Which direction is Yan Xiaoyu looking at, Zhao Jing?
This is a bit strange.
Fang Xiaoxiao blinked and looked left and right at Yan Xiaoyu and Zhao Jing.
I accidentally discovered that Tongtong was also looking back. What is the target direction?
She gestured, ahem, it was also Zhao Jing?
Are these two people looking at Zhao Jing? They all looked smiling.
Zhao Jing also looked at the two of them with a smile.
Fang Xiaoxiao blinked thoughtfully, turned around, and sat down. After a moment, he raised his eyes and glanced at the class teacher on the podium.
Fortunately, the head teacher is still looking at the scenery (in a daze).
"I don't know." Fang Xiaoxiao leaned towards Li Wenwen and replied. Seeing Li Wenwen's gaze towards her, she smiled, "Look back, there is scenery behind."
"What are you looking at?" Li Wenwen was startled for a moment, glanced back, and then looked back, "Who are you looking at? What scenery is there?"
Just a bunch of stinky boys!
"Haha." Fang Xiaoxiao chuckled, "Zhao Jing, Tongtong, and Yan Xiaoyu, the three landscapes are looking at each other."
"Oh?" When Li Wenwen heard this, he immediately turned around.
Why do these three people look at each other?
Turning around quickly, I accidentally bumped into the desk of Liu Feifei, a classmate in the back row. A book on the corner of the desk fell to Lin with a "snap".
"You knocked my book away." Liu Feifei looked at Li Wenwen in front of him steadily.
That's enough! She knocked her book down, but she still looked back like a normal person.
What are you looking at? What catches your eyes?
What a great result? Her grades are not bad either, she is among the top ten in the class!
"I know, wait a minute." Li Wen tilted his head slightly to the right and looked at Zhao Jing at the back right of the classroom.
Hey, you are indeed smiling.
No, Zhao Jing, who usually doesn't look good, now looks a little bit better looking from a distance.
No wonder, the head teacher raised his hand and stopped hitting the smiling person. Ahem, wrong, Li Wenwen blinked, class teacher, a smile will make people look better.
It seems that it is right.
Li Wenwen turned his head to the left and looked towards Yan Xiaoyu and Tongtong. The next second, the corner of his mouth twitched and he looked away.
There is no harm without comparison.
Zhao Jing looks good from a distance when she smiles, but compared with Yan Xiaoyu and Tongtong, she pales in comparison.
Tongtong and Yan Xiaoyu are so white, one whiteness covers three ugliness.
Forget it, this scenery is really good. If I don’t want to read it, I’d better pick up the book for Liu Feifei.
Look at Liu Feifei's gloomy expression, what a big deal it is.
Li Wenwen smiled at Liu Feifei and was about to lower his head to pick up the book, but saw that Fang Xiaoxiao had already picked up the book: "Thank you Xiaoxiao."
Fang Xiaoxiao chuckled, put the book in front of Liu Feifei, and looked at Li Wenwen: "You're welcome, why are you so polite? It's a simple effort."
"Huh!" Liu Feifei snorted, took the book he just picked up, flicked it twice, rolled his eyes at Li Wenwen, glanced at Fang Xiaoxiao, and whispered, "Thank you Xiaoxiao."
"You're welcome." Fang Xiaoxiao chuckled lightly, glanced over Liu Feifei's head towards where Zhao Jing was, then glanced at the classroom window, opened her mouth, and before she could say anything, she heard the head teacher The voice came over and he turned around quickly.
"Momo Qinghan goes upstairs, the dawn is like a poor autumn. The light smoke and flowing water paint the screen.
The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. The treasure curtain is hung with silver hooks. "
Um? Fang Xiaoxiao raised her eyes and looked at the class teacher on the podium. What's the point?
She didn't understand!
Li Wenwen should understand, right? Fang Xiaoxiao turned her head slightly and looked at her deskmate Li Wenwen, only to find that Li Wenwen had a blank look on his face.
"Ting Chun is old. Green is built with red day lilies. Long memories linger together leisurely. Hand in hand with the green bushes and smiles.
Don't hear from me at all. It’s easy to guess what happened in the old days. The sun is setting behind the door and people are quiet, and the fallen flowers are worried about the moss. "
The young head teacher sighed softly and turned his head faintly, Ouyang Xiu hurts spring, he hurts autumn, oh no, sad!
Forget it, these two poems were a pain that he couldn't touch in his heart! That year, when he met Teacher Wang...
Before he could glance out the window again and wander for a moment, he inadvertently saw Fang Xiaoxiao and Li Wenwen sitting in the first row staring at him with confused expressions.
Huh? Was his voice loud just now? Obviously I just thought of the song "Qing Ping Le" silently in my heart.
In fact, what he likes more is Xin Qiji's "Qing Ping Le":
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is very charming, but who is the old lady with gray hair?
The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. The most joyful thing is that my son died, lying at the head of the stream peeling off the lotus pods.
Principal Li also likes this poem.
There is a short thatched house, and there is a clear and clear stream next to the house. The stream is covered with green grass. With two light strokes, the fresh and beautiful environment composed of thatched huts, streams and green grass is outlined.
The young head teacher couldn't help but glance outside the classroom door again.
Outside the door, Principal Li was no longer around.
Ahem, Principal Li, a math teacher, actually became arty.
He still remembered what Principal Li said at that time, that is, thatched eaves, streams, and green grass are common things, but the author combined them in one picture, making them look particularly fresh and beautiful.
Principal Li also said that in the poem, the old lady drinks and chats, the eldest son is weeding, the middle son is weaving a chicken coop, and the younger one is lying down peeling lotus pods. The vibrant, peaceful, simple and comfortable rural life outlined is what he longs for.
Yearn for? Right.
The young head teacher couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Principal Li and Teacher Zhao seem to be the real Qing Ping Le.
There is only each other, no eldest child is tired, no middle child is working, and no child is naughty and rogue.
In all these years, he has not seen a third person.
Ahem, I didn’t see Principal Li’s children.
Well, today is the ninth day of September, and the young head teacher made a serious decision in his heart. It would be better to go to Principal Li's house for lunch at noon. It is such a peaceful time, but it also lacks some fun...
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