(Continued from previous issue).
Two. Every morning, after we get up and wash up, we go to a small restaurant outside the school gate to forage for food. Breakfast is often soy milk fritters, although the environment is average, and there will even be small insects, but it can also be full;I often don't want to cook in the evening, and I will come here for a "good" home cooking.
The store is located in the middle of the shopping street, directly opposite the school entrance, but I often can't tell the messy storefronts that are crowded together. It is said that it is a commercial street, but in fact, there are 10 shops next to each other, and most of them sell food, and there are only one or two of them that we often visit. We are also a regular customer of a grocery store because the store is opened by the reception teacher's house. We often go to ** wave, not only close, but also give us some discounts from time to time, such as we received a brand new rice cooker, which was later placed in the sour kitchen and gently sprayed with the aroma of rice. The grocery store is cramped and shabby, messy things are piled up in a stack, always wondering if there is dust on it, toothpaste and snacks are stupidly indistinguishable, and the bed is sandwiched between two shelves, but the things sold are always quite complete.
The night before we left, we had a rare barbecue. Skewers and tissues cover the table and trash cans like autumn branches and yellow leaves, and the body is surrounded by a crackling bonfire. The spicy and pungent smell of barbecued meat, and the refreshing juice and oil stimulate the taste buds that are always light. When I rolled up my sleeves, I showed a small section of my arm, and when I tied my hair, a few strands of hair scattered at random, and the curvature of the corners of everyone's mouth when they laughed was added to my memory projector. A few children who lived close to us also came to join in the fun, and when they were hungry, they ate heartily with bamboo skewers. As usual, we talked about the children in the school, not like they were going to be separated, but there was a limelight of "a little heroic, a thousand miles of fast wind".
A barbecue in the open air was enough to get us all satisfied, probably because it was too simple to wash our hands and make soup in the kitchen on weekdays. The cafeteria was simple and elegant, although it was also a layer of oil and a layer of dust, but the walls of the small dining room were still white, and a few neat tables and chairs were placed. We bought some fresh vegetables and meat carefully when we rushed to the market once every 3 days, and after we went back, we washed the vegetables, cooked the rice, lit the fire, and asked people to get some oil and salt from time to time, and several people were busy working together for more than an hour, and the aroma of mellow food slowly rose in the noisy air, and it was already refreshing in my mind before I even ate it.
The stove for the fire is also very interesting. Although there were some electrical appliances, we tried the original one on the first day. As soon as a few children got acquainted with us, they rushed into our small kitchen with great joy. Surprisingly, even the naughty little boys were able to help us wash the dishes skillfully, and there were 3 children who even helped us with the fire in the stove. As I watched, I couldn't help but marvel at their young age and exquisite craftsmanship. The ashes in the stove were all remnants of the past, and now they were covered with a new layer of hot ashes, and the new fire burned the old ashes, and I actually had the feeling of "passing on the torch".
It was a stove with a wall away from the kitchen, and a low wall behind it, and the children told me that they lived outside it. I didn't have to tiptoe to look out – a green land, and an endless river of clear water, which curled through the greenery and over a gray-hued area of buildings. In my imagination, the low wall is snow-white tofu, the vegetable patch is stacked with green balls, the river is a long and wide powder, and the building is a big cake coated with cream. Then a few people brought the dishes to the table in a hurry, and the hungry companions were already sitting at the table, with a large bottle of extravagant ice Coke on the table, but the main event was a plate of fried shredded potatoes, a pot of steaming cabbage soup, and a small stir-fried meat. 12 people were happy, from time to time a few lively children came in and we huddled together to eat, and then cut the cool watermelon, men and men around the laughter, can be described as "food in all directions, but a bowl of fireworks in the world", even the wind began to chat noisily.
Out of curiosity about the world, in the following days, after dinner, several of us would wander around the village in groups. From the thatched tile houses in the upper reaches, to the high-rise residential areas in the downstream, and from the country roads to the Qinghe ...... in the mountainsWe love to tread water like newborn calves in the crystal clear river, and the crystal water droplets raised in slow motion are like pear petals blown down. The clouds are as white as fresh milk, the soil is as soft as a squirrel's tail, the buzzing bees are small specks flying down from the sika deer, and clusters of delicate wildflowers bloom in the corners and roofs of houses, swaying in the twilight red sun. There are many people who "sit by the small pond and watch the fish, and live their lives with fireworks and fireworks", and there are also puppies running happily and kittens snuggling up on the stone steps to rest. And I want to become that white cloud on the horizon, using up the whole sunny day, only moving from left to right. As soon as they saw us going out for a walk, the children immediately gathered together like ministers entertaining the emperor, and then took us around to "show off" in this small place. In the cool night, the bright moon floats in the sky, and the stone light is like practice, and there is a scene of Tachibana North Branch's "intermittent light of flowing fireflies, a bright and a extinguished, how can loneliness be embarrassed".
Of course, you will also see big words such as "poverty alleviation" everywhere, and the red handwriting attracts the attention of every passerby. The children said that in previous years they had lived in the mountains, climbing half the mountain every day to go to school. In recent years, new houses have been built so that they can move in, some have small shops, and only a few have to walk long distances to get to school. After primary school here, you can go to the town to go to middle school. Hearing this, I inexplicably felt a strange sense of pride, probably the first time that I had been so clearly exposed to the great changes brought about by national policies, even in the interests of myself, not as intuitively as at this moment. The acres of fertile land and buildings seem to shine with the brilliance of a century-old idealThe hills not far away are like amber in a radiant light;And the road under our feet has 90,000 miles of wind and peng. Just like driving on the rough sea, the deck is crowded, driving the Victory to jump up the dark reef, facing the blue whale breaking out of the water, it is bound to ride the wind and waves, this joy and victory, you can naturally know. I didn't want to come to this trip, and there was such a surprise harvest.
Three. For several nights in a row, it was pouring rain and thunder, which was not only a prophet of lightning, but also a sign of a power outage. Under the tremendous intimidation of lightning and thunder, every household cowered and prostrated on the ground. The thorny white electric light tore through the thick halo above, and in the flickering light and darkness, the rolling mountains in the distance turned into the backbone of the desolate beast, sweeping towards the fragile village with the force of overwhelming mountains and seas.
At first, we were also respectful of the wrath of the heavens, hiding in the house where the power was cut off, afraid of the storm outside. A small door seems to be a hole into another world, behind which dark clouds and winds swirl, lurking the giant's hunting blade. But after experiencing a lot, I also knew that I could fully charge the mobile phone lamp in advance, and learn to sit in a row on the bench and eat melon seeds.
Once, just as we were preparing to have dinner at a small restaurant, a message came from my companion calling for help. The clouds are green and green, the water is surging and smoking, and the sky has unconsciously brewed a pouring trend. Because I still knew some directions, I hurriedly borrowed umbrellas from various shops with a boy and rushed to the "battlefield" without hesitation. In the pouring rain, we walked as fast as we could, not caring that the rain that had accumulated on our calves was still mixed with cow dung and sheep urine. After passing through the thatched huts and thatched huts and various sheep intestine paths, I arrived at the small pavilion like an isolated island in the rain.
The victims were our team members and children. Umbrellas were assigned to each of them according to the group, and a little girl stubbornly wanted to go home in the rain by herself. Fearing for her safety, I lent her my umbrella, and the little girl accepted it after a few pushes, but she was already soaking wet and didn't know what was going on. We watched her leave, but luckily the children here were familiar with all this. After learning that the rain would not get less, we plunged into the rain, carried duckweed-like umbrellas back to school, and beckoned a few more people to send the children living nearby home one after another. The water deepened, like the cold ghost hands in purgatory scratching at people's legs and knees. There are also children in school, as long as they get together, they can attract and play like a magnet, and it is difficult to separate, so the younger ones, such as two or three years old, have to be coaxed and threatened to carry them back.
Finally every child was confirmed to be safe. We dragged our exhausted bodies back to the restaurant and feasted on the spicy grilled fish we had ordered. Wet and dirty, I felt clean and vivid like never before.
You are a gentle cloud in the sky, you are the transparent foam in the ocean, you are the shadow of the mimosa on the marble, you are the inevitable echo of the soul ......"In the evening, I read Nabokov.
Four. Most of the time the development of our teaching tasks was smooth, starting with self-introduction and ending with goodbye. We should be both Socrates in the eyes of children and big friends of children. Considering that some children who are far away and only study one morning a day, starting from the morning self-study at 8 o'clock, several people rotate back and forth in the two classrooms that have been arranged.
When it comes to early self-study, one thing that is interesting is to help children with their homework. On a chirping morning, surrounded by a few children, I couldn't help but feel a little cramped, this was the first time I had given a lecture to so many children. At first, it was a little thorn in the face of a lot of noise on weekdays, but he would obediently take out his summer vacation homework to ask. I have a deep impression of this child, who can give nicknames to the little teachers, take the lead in making trouble, and show a more stubborn temperament than other little boys. However, when I was playing the game, I was still surprised by the high sense of collective honor and responsibility he showed, and he called on everyone to listen to the teacher's words obediently, and I was indescribably relieved that I was the teacher who led the team. So when I had the opportunity to tutor him in his homework, I also had a great sense of accomplishment as a teacher, and several children next to me were also very interested, and they all came over and began to discuss with each other after listening for a while, and then competed to answer my questions, which was a warm mini-class.
The children here always remind me of Mr. Shen's "Border City", "Cuicui has been raised for a long time in the windy day, turning the ** black, touching the eyes of green mountains and green waters, and a pair of eyes are as clear as crystal." I can't help but sigh that Zhong Lingyu is beautiful and outstanding, and this is indeed the case.
Here, you will always be amazed at the innocence and simplicity of children, whether they are six or seven years old or eleven or twelve years old, they will exclaim at the beautiful things in ***, they will consciously read aloud in unison, they will try their best to write every word seriously, they will run after you like a little monkey after class, hang on you, and hug us big children affectionately. Some small fights of children will be a headache, although the palms and backs of the hands are meat, but no matter how small the problem is, we must also distinguish between right and wrong, who stole whose things, who punched whom, and who did not play with whom......It's all a small situation that you will encounter from time to time, and in addition, it is a quiet time. Of course, for children, the new day is a lively little ball. They would climb the wall to pick a few fruits to eat, and after a while they would play the slide, or they would play a game of eagle and chicken together, and they would write a lot of honest notes to each teacher. The little girl was wearing a floral dress and secretly stuffed us with small snacks, and the pink blue candy paper made her palms fragrant. As soon as the time came, they would come to the kitchen to wash and eat with us, and after a full meal, they would follow us for a walk like a little tail. In the small notes that are folded into various shapes, there will always be a lot of reputation, childish and simple words and pictures, always make us get carried away with joy, of course, there are many small suggestions, but also make people overjoyed. So the most interesting thing every day becomes to open the children's little notes, and everyone looks forward to a moment when fireworks bloom in their hearts......
Even though months have passed since that time of dancing, I am still overjoyed when I see the small handicrafts given by the children. Perhaps this is the time for me to make some philosophical remarks and high-sounding exposition of the nobility of this journey. These clichés don't have to be here, and the infinite pleasure in them should be felt freely. Even if the journey is very difficult and difficult, what about it?Surrounded by happiness, the meaning of growth is self-evident.
Today's autumn dew is like a pearl, the autumn moon is like a gui, the bright moon is white dew, time comes and goes, and the son is different, and the heart is wandering.
Then fold a wider lotus leaf, wrap a piece of moonlight back, and go back to sandwich it in Tang poems, flattened, like pressed acacia. I remembered what I said.
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