Yesterday, I saw information on my mobile phone, because of the weather forecast snowstorm, primary and secondary schools in Beijing were suspended, and some places in Henan, such as Luoyang, Zhengzhou, and Kaifeng, also issued notices to suspend classes due to weather reasons.
By the end of the afternoon, it had begun to rain lightly. These days, the temperature is quite low, and there is water on the ground. The sky was gray, as if a heavy snow was brewing.
I decided to stay at school for the night and not go home. The main thing is to come to school early tomorrow morning, if it snows, the road is not easy to walk, it is not only a car, but also more than 20 miles of road, half of which is still a small cement road in the countryside.
It was a rural school with only a few dozen students, and I had a dormitory at the school.
There are several teachers in the school, and most of them live in the county town. I live in my hometown in the village, and the road is not the farthest, but the road conditions are not good, and sometimes I may live in the school, so I applied to the principal for a dormitory.
There was a bed in the room, a desk that the principal's father had made when he was the principal here, and a chair that matched the table. Let's make do with it.
At around 6 p.m., I went to a market supermarket not far from the school to buy some food. There is a ramen shop on the set, and I ate it once, and my stomach was upset once. I can only go back and boil some boiling water and simply pad it.
At 8 o'clock, I could hear the wind outside. I felt very cold, so I turned off the light and got into the bed.
I don't know when, I was awakened by the sound of doors opening and closing. The sound of the gate is similar to that of the school gate, but it is not, because the dormitory is too far from the gate. It was from the homes of the school's quarantined households.
Then there were loud voices of men and women talking, laughing, arguing, arguing.
Although I have been teaching here for many years, I am not familiar with the people in the village. I only know that this village is a famous Internet celebrity village in Henan. An hour or two later, there was another sound of the door opening and closing. Then, at last, it was quiet.
For a long time, I couldn't sleep. reminds me of a poem: The stiff and lonely village does not mourn, and Shang Si is the national military wheel. Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fell into a dream.
I think that the poet was also me now, middle-aged, but he was reduced to the countryside, but he had an iron horse in his dream. And I, a rural school teacher, teach three or two left-behind children, just like that, 30 years have passed day by day, and now, I don't even have a dream!
Once a teenager loved to chase dreams, but dreams were quietly nowhere to be found
When I woke up, I looked at the time, it was more than 5 o'clock in the morning, and when I opened the door, it was still dark outside, and there was no shadow of snow!
Zhang Yungao).