Courtesy of Visual China.
It was the long whistle of the pit stop, and it was the road back urging me to hurry up and board the train and return to my hometown.
Put away the luggage, through the slightly dusty glass, although the scene outside the window looks blurry, but the picture in the memory is becoming clearer and clearer in the hustle and bustle of **, this small northwest city called Altay, this middle school where I come and go in the cold and summer, day and night, is also unconsciously engraved in the softest place in my heart.
The scorching sun was in the sky, the hot wind was blowing, and in the proud summer, full of enthusiasm for teaching in the frontier, I set foot on the fertile soil in the northwest of the motherland. First sight is the theme of this summer. Facing the proud morning light, with anticipatory laughter, I stepped on the podium for the first time and met you who entered high school for the first time, which is the most beautiful encounter in our memory. I can't forget the first time I walked into the class, the first time I actually taught, I was a little restrained, silently thinking about the progress of the class, while responding to your curious and inquisitive eyes. The bell rang for the end of class, but it was also like a vow from the heart: I am your teacher, this is my mission. I can't forget the first time I criticized a student, I was easily irritable, and while scolding you for your disciplinary violations in the most serious tone, I was thinking about how to soothe the frightened face with gentle words. What you see in your eyes is your remorse and self-blame for your mistakes, and what emerges in your heart is your growth of reform. I can't forget the first ** class competition, the first time I led the class to work hard, I was still high-spirited, while cheering for you with all my might, while feeling that we had already condensed into one. When the shouts fell, looking at you, I saw me as I was in high school a few years ago, as if the years had not passed, and everything was just like the first time.
In the golden autumn of the harvest, exploring the increasingly familiar campus, I found the belonging of swaying youth, and integration, which is the keynote of this autumn. We experience the passion of sweating in basketball leagues, we show our lingering voices in choir competitions, we appreciate the charm of fluent speaking in voice acting competitions, and we experience empathy in textbook drama performances. From the morning reading class when the sun has not yet gotten up, to the evening self-study when the stars are twinkling, we have become school companions who get along day and night; From learning to talk about our troubles in a conversation booklet, to relieving the stress of life in our letters after class, we have become friends who communicate with each other. The time of teaching is a time for us to go both ways, contact with you with different personalities, I slowly changed from a student who is copying and finding the way to a teacher who guides the maze, and gradually learns how to make "friends" with you from the perspective of a "teacher". I remember seeing a student's immature and exaggerated sentence in his handbook: "Teacher, I think you are not only a teacher, but also my brother, you are telling me what to do as a role model, and I feel that I have found the light of struggle." "At that moment, I realized that it is not only a teacher-student relationship that brings us closer, but also the new knowledge I teach in the classroom, and I feel the pure beauty that you exude in my life.
Wrapped in silver, proud of the snow and frost, in the cold winter, resisting the unexpected cold, I experienced unforgettable warmth. Touching is all there is to this winter. Growing up in the Jianghuai region since I was a child, I am not afraid of the ice and snow in the case book poems, "the river is deep and the snow is unbearable, and the mountains are frozen and the clouds do not flow", but when winter comes quietly, the knife-like wind still caught me off guard, and the cold weather has brought a lot of resistance to work. One ordinary evening at the end of the year, I received a call from the homeroom teacher, saying that a classmate in the class was unwell, and she couldn't get out of school outside the school, so I was asked to go to the class to deal with it. When I heard the news, I rushed to the class in a hurry to see a blackboard full of classmates' signatures around the middle "Happy New Year" and a standard sitting posture that is rare in the classroom. All the students picked up the message written for me on the desktop, starting from the children in the first row, reading down one by one, watching you stand up and sit down, I don't feel that the cheeks that have just been blown red outside are cold, I don't feel that the sunset glow outside is dim, it is your innocence, so that I, who is not adapted to the extremely cold climate, can see the heart as hot as fire, igniting the woodpile of life in this cold winter, and exuding the temperature of love.
In the warm spring, in the face of the unavoidable farewell, I sigh that a year has passed. The future is the melody of this spring. The story of volunteer teaching will come to an end after all, and at the time of parting, I can only put my feelings between the lines. Children, the future is the future of young people. Those of you who are in the stage of struggle are the best time to accumulate strength and strength. I hope that you will become outstanding talents with the characteristics of national pillars, academic master potential, and gentleman's temperament. To become the pillars of the country, you need to strengthen your ideals and beliefs, implement your patriotism in your patriotic journey, clarify your life goals, and pay for them with perseverance and courage to move forward without fear or hardship. To become an academic master, you need to concentrate on learning, delving into knowledge, not ignoring any problem, not missing any blind spots, and forging ahead in your best years to climb to the top. To have gentlemanly feelings, you need to cultivate your heart, cultivate your sentiments, pay attention to your words and deeds in the small things of daily life, take morality as an important guide for your own behavioral norms, and practice civility and reason in your words and deeds. After all, the journey of life accompanied by the teacher is short, but the road that belongs to you is stretching for thousands of miles, leading to a smooth road that cannot be seen.
Suddenly, the glass of the car window seemed to have faded from dust, and the scene in front of me was no longer blurred. Yes, it became clearer and clearer, it was the mischievous Uka frolicking and chasing around the lampposts of the platform; It was the sturdy Aka who carried the family's package and led the family to run and shuttle; It was the gentle Apa who told the children around him not to make trouble and pay attention to safety; It was the elderly mother who was holding Pova and staggering towards the setting sun. Altay is very cold, in winter when the temperature difference between day and night reaches 20 degrees Celsius, the maximum temperature of the day is only about minus 3 degrees Celsius, but Altay is very warm, and the people here use enthusiasm to let me find the warmth of home in a foreign country.
"Tuo", it is the long whistle of the outbound whistle, it is this hot land of my youth that is calling me, waiting for me to return to this hometown in the northwest of the motherland, the heart.
*: China Youth Daily client.