The warm September sun spreads warmth all over the place outside the window.
White clouds float high or low in front of you. The few golden osmanthus plants in the corner of the campus are quietly filled with unopened golden buds, exuding a distant fragrance that fills every crevice in the air far and near.
The young head teacher raised his head slightly and glanced at the blue sky, and then at the golden osmanthus among the green leaves, and suddenly felt a state of mind in which clarity and understanding coexisted.
At that moment, unexpectedly, my heart felt calm, and the once turbulent emotions suddenly subsided without any ripples.
Wind seeped in through the half-open window.
Feeling the warmth of the sun outside the window, I suddenly remembered a sentence I had read somewhere a few years ago: True forgetting does not require effort. Forgetting does not mean that you no longer think of it, but that when you think of it occasionally, there is no more waves in your heart.
Memories disappear in time, like water disappearing in water.
No one noticed, but suddenly, when I looked back, I was surprised to find that the only scenery in my eyes had faded into a blurry background many years later, and the beautiful butterfly behind the warm sun had gone away gracefully.
The forehead that has been covered with seasons, walking with the silent years, can no longer reach the platform of yesterday.
Finally, when he looked back, he could no longer remember the past. The background was blurred and the face was no longer there. Only the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall of the classroom told him that five or six years ago, or even ten years ago, someone had been there. It really exists in his memory.
Just like the sky outside the window, it rained heavily last night. When I woke up in the morning, the sun was shining brightly, and there was no trace of the rain.
Like, spare the memory.
In his memory, it had not rained for a long time.
The young head teacher withdrew his gaze and looked into the classroom.
I don't know when, but he, who was originally unhappy, suddenly became cheerful. Looking at the eyes eager for knowledge, waves of emotion flashed through his heart.
I don’t know if I, when I was sitting under the podium and looking up at the high-spirited teachers on the podium, felt the same way as he does now.
I just want to teach them everything I know.
However, the young head teacher looked around the classroom and found that he was not the kind of person who would fill in the gaps and encourage others.
Five years of studying the professional knowledge of a secondary school teacher made him understand this point better. He leads by example, teaches by example, and uses his words and deeds to influence every student.
He is their teacher, but also their friend, or a person holding a lamp to guide them on the road of life. He can only accompany them for a short journey, but if this journey is carried out steadily, then This laid a solid foundation for the future.
He is not a person who sticks to his creed, but in the past two years, he has become more and more aware that there are no bad students or stupid students, only teachers who can't teach and don't use the right teaching methods.
Every child has his or her own strengths and advantages. In the future, they will also enjoy the wonderful life brought about by their own strengths and advantages in some aspects.
Like Tongtong and Yan Xiaoyu, the young head teacher looked towards the left window of the classroom. These two children were considered "three good students" in the eyes of all teachers.
Look good, get good grades, and have a good temper!
What is this doing now?
The two children were looking in the same direction. The young head teacher narrowed his eyes slightly and followed their gazes.
Zhao Jing?
He looked towards the classroom window with a smile.
Ahem, that’s it.
The young head teacher raised his lips slightly and smiled.
As expected, they were good at teaching by words and deeds. Tongtong and Yan Xiaoyu had already begun to approach the "double high school students" like Zhao Jing.
He is tall and has a high spirit.
Such students are not bad, at least they will not feel inferior to others wherever they go.
Zhao Jing’s favorite saying is: So what? I can learn.
He was very pleased to hear this.
In the past, now and in the future, he believed that a person's learning ability would defeat their academic qualifications.
The young head teacher smiled slightly, looked away, and glanced at Liu Feifei in front of him, who was looking askance at Li Wenwen in the front row.
This Liu Feifei! He had reminded her several times.
There is no need for two people who are equal to each other to be tit for tat. Instead of doing this, it would be better to pull her down a lot and make her feel inferior.
Of course, he also told Li Wenwen.
Liu Feifei in the back row is not her target. Her target should be "three good students" like Tongtong and Yan Xiaoyu.
As for the "three good students" like Tongtong and Yan Xiaoyu, he told them that good grades are important, but they are not the only criterion, and they must develop in an all-round way.
After listening to this, the two children began to like physical education classes.
Ahem, gym class!
The young head teacher couldn't help but open his eyes slightly, thinking back to that time, and not only back then, he didn't like physical education classes now either.
If Principal Li hadn't fooled him, he was the most handsome in the school, and he wouldn't have been forced to be the so-called handsomest and youngest physical education teacher.
However, Principal Li is right. Now, he and the boys in the class, no, all the boys in the school (except those in the kindergarten class), like to chat with him no matter what.
This feeling is actually very good!
Just like the song he sang at Jingyun Normal University that year, that song - "Wish to Sing Crab!"
The head teacher at that time told him that he hoped that in his future life, he would be like the song:
Love with a heart and treat with heart. Everyone is a messenger, and every student is worthy of love. Protect him as he grows up until you meet the best love in your future...
It was a song he wrote out of sudden inspiration.
However, his class teacher strongly recommended that he go to the school radio station to sing on Teacher's Day on September 10th.
As a result, once he reached the top, he became a great talent in the eyes of his fellow students.
Ahem, genius!
He has stopped being a scholar for many years!
When the young head teacher caught a glimpse of the calligraphy and painting on the right wall out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth twice.
No matter how talented he is, he pales in comparison to this calligraphy painting from more than ten years ago.
The young head teacher couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and inadvertently glanced at the confused faces of Li Wenwen and Fang Xiaoxiao in front of him.
Alas, the warm sunshine outside the window!
He was in a daze for a moment, forgetting that he was the protagonist now.
"Ahem," the young head teacher coughed lightly twice, cleared his throat, ignored the expressions of the two girls in front of him, and looked at the students at the back of the classroom, "Here, let me tell you a historical story."
"Oh." "Oh." "Huh?" "It's a good story."
Instantly, the classroom was boiling again.
story? Upon hearing this, Yan Xiaoyu glanced at the class teacher on the podium, and then looked out the classroom window.
Outside the window, there was a piece of white cloud floating by, a light one, which reminded me of the song the class teacher sang yesterday:
When I first met you, there was no alienation. I walked with you and waited to sing along the way. The story along the way, slowly...
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