Campus literature, like the brightest color in campus life, paints a vivid picture of the green years. It is a footnote of youth, a witness of the years, and makes our campus life more colorful. Here, we use words to write the passion and dreams of youth, and use words to describe the beauty and hope of life. It is like a spring drizzle, moistening our hearts and nourishing and growing our souls.
Special gifts.
This story is like a beautiful picture, and it is fascinating. She had just graduated from the Normal School, and she was arranged by fate to go to a small mountain village. The scenery is stunning, with green mountains and green waters, and the fresh scent of flowers in the air, as if it were a gift from nature. A young heart, full of romance and curiosity, she can't wait to explore the world. On the first day she arrived, she was like a cheerful bird, running around the world, singing to her heart's content. The green mountains, green water, birds and flowers made her fascinated. However, what intoxicated her even more were the innocent and lovely students. They regarded the long-haired, clear-eyed teacher as an angel and were full of love and curiosity for her. Every morning, she led the children to raise the bright five-star red flag and taught them to sing and dance. The children's thirst for knowledge made her feel a great responsibility. She cares for every child with her heart and educates them with love. The children also love their teachers deeply with the purest feelings.
As the hourglass of time slowly flows, the once intoxicating scenery has been seen, and the flame of passion has gradually dimmed. The thatched hut and thatched hut that once fascinated her, the picture scroll of clear water and green mountains, have lost their former brilliance in her eyes. She wrote to her parents in the city, tearfully telling her of her distress and begging them to find a way to get her out of the place as soon as possible. On the sunny day when the order came, when she packed her bags and walked out of the familiar dormitory, she saw that the campus was full of her lovely students. They tearfully said goodbye to her with gifts in hand. Those innocent faces, those pairs of tearful eyes, touched the softest strings in her heart, and her eyes couldn't help but moisten.
However, just as she was about to leave, he appeared. He was a former student of hers, and his family was poor. He told her that although there was nothing of value in the house to give her as a souvenir, he still wanted to give her a gift. He led her to a clearing, pointed to a few newly dug earth pits, and said in a choked voice, "Teacher, this is the tree pit I dug with tears last night, and I hope you can use your wisdom hand to plant ten saplings here." How we mountain people wish that wisdom could take root here! Hearing this, her inner defense line completely collapsed, and she hugged him and shed tears of emotion: "If the teacher is not leaving, the teacher will never be gone." At that moment, she understood that this land was not only sown with saplings, but also with children's thirst for knowledge and vision for the future. In the bright morning light, the five-star red flag once again proudly fluttered in the sky of the campus, its shadow reflected on the classroom windows, accompanied by the sound of children reading aloud. She sat quietly at her desk in her dormitory, pen in hand, nib jumping lightly on the paper, letters to her parents flowing out of her heart. This time, she firmly told her parents that she was going to stay, to stay on the land forever. 