**Ten Thousand Fans Incentive Plan Text: Mountains, lakes and clouds.
There are several goldenrod wind chimes planted on the campus, and this is the time when the flowers are in full bloom, and the flowers of the trees are blooming one after another, as if with joy and endless cheers.
I often forget the arrival of spring, and many times I am immersed in tedious work, for four Chinese classes a day, for every class I read in the morning and evening, and for the endless class affairs. It is a kind of finesse, and it is also an inexplicable helplessness.
It wasn't until this drizzly and hazy morning, when the wind chimes of the trees full of green trees moistened by the rain were blooming noisily, and the colors of soft green and soft yellow intertwined like brocade shimmering with color and light appeared in front of me, that I suddenly woke up: spring has arrived, spring has arrived!
It is the end of the long dream, in the sting season, in the gentleness of the silent fall of the spring rain, to wake up the tired life. Therefore, it needs to be perceived, it needs to be touched, and it needs to be constantly impacted by many colors, wrapped in the clear smell of moisturizing rainwater, the ethereal taste.
Because of this, I will stop on the windowsill on the fourth floor for a long time, looking at this place where I have worked for 22 years, it should be familiar, just because the trees are still there, it should be strange, only because of the people who come and go, separated and separated.
So afraid of being lonely, I still trained myself to be a lonely walker in the long years, and I am happy and proud of it. "The light boat has passed over the ten thousand mountains", I suddenly understood that the poet was rippling by, and this long sigh between the green mountains and flowing clouds actually had unprovoked comfort and relaxation.
Uninhibited, free and easy, fearless and fearless, let the wind and rain rinse, the scenery on the long and bumpy road, and the stories of cold and indifferent human relations, have all become the entry point for self-improvement and self-release, waiting for me to see the calm of the ripples dissipating.
The student sent me a box of youth league with spring, attached a 100-day pledge for the college entrance examination, and told me: Teacher, time flies, but I still remember the time when you accompanied us to welcome spring.
I recall, such little girls, the way she looked all those years ago, the way they looked all those years ago. At that time, we stood under the rich bellflower tree, gently touching the gray rough trunk, gently brushing the delicate petals of the bellflower, and crushing the flying youth in the warm light and shadow.
Perhaps, this is the happiness of a teacher! Years later, I unconsciously put my own life experience in every classic text, constantly seeking new ways to combine the beauty, tension and power of words, looking forward to completing my own redemption and inadvertently bringing them insights.
Like the arrival of spring, it is not a gratitude for winter, and all the withering in the surging life will usher in a new germination. It is like the continuous extension of the annual rings, young, white temples, and the leap of thousands of mountains and rivers during this period also hides etiquette and feelings.
I often forget the arrival of spring, it doesn't matter, someone will remind me, there are mountains, rivers and plants will remind me, in the greeting of small papers, in the brilliance of spring flowers shining on the windowsill, in the dark green color of the Youth League.
Looking at the flowers, opening the photo album of time, hiding in the corner of spring and watching the bell flowers crawl all over the branches, the shouts of the young man are still echoing in the ears, and those untraceable time are presented in another way, with irresistible touching.
This article was originally written by Shanhu Yunhai, welcome to pay attention to it, and take you to feel the beauty of life together.