The next day, there were no classes in the kindergarten, but there were activities. There was a September 18 mourning meeting in the morning, and a visit to the Martyrs Cemetery in the afternoon.
At 9:18 in the morning, the air raid siren sounded. The children stood on the playground and watched the bright red national flag lowering little by little to the middle of the flagpole.
Today, before Lu Zhengkang went out, his brother told him the temperature very thoughtfully. It was 17 degrees Celsius today and it was overcast. It was still a bit cold even though he was wearing a coat with red and white stripes. The humidity was 98%. If nothing else, it was cool.
Rainy.
The air raid sirens startled the birds living in the urban green belt. They took advantage of the cool autumn wind to glide under the dim clouds. The children stood in a group with their heads lowered, but there were always some curious babies who would turn their heads.
Look at the sky.
On the horizon, the city's high-rise buildings surrounded by walls with undulating heights are like buds of jagged moss, and flying birds are flying between heaven and earth, walking through duckweeds in the urban jungle. The high-pitched sirens from the loudspeakers are...
Sheppard's tune is really like a bird crying blood and a singer dying of soul, which makes people constantly frightened.
In the depressing tones and sad tones, the world is like jelly melted by pickling liquid, like a painter's wash basin. In the colorful cross currents of turbid light, the children stand on the isolated island surrounded by the shoulders of their ancestors.
It's solid and you can look around, but there are always days when you have to look down at the bones of your ancestors.
Zhang Yingxuan had a sullen face and tears kept falling.
Su Xiangli looked at him at a loss.
Qiu Qiongzhu was secretly watching a black crow on the camphor tree in the corner of the playground.
Lu Zhengkang just stood there, making no unnecessary movements, and his heart was empty, with no unnecessary thoughts.
The teachers stood in front of the national flag stand and also lowered their heads, and the school leaders stood on the podium and also lowered their heads.
Regardless of whether it's true or not, just bow your head, it's like a statue.
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When going to the Martyrs Cemetery, more than 80 children in the school took a bus together. Lu Zhengkang's favorite mode of transportation was that he enjoyed leaning his head on the shaking window glass and looking at the scenery outside. But that was before, now
The cars are very stable, but the city scenery is the same and not very attractive.
Lu Zhengkang still remembers the scenery along the highway between the city and the suburbs. Under the half-cloud and half-clear sky, there were large rice fields, telephone poles and six or seven wires on the roadside. Cars were driving along the roadside, and the cement road
Suddenly flying backwards, the anti-skid stripes were mixed together, and the electrical lines moved up and down in the field of vision...
Lu Zhengkang was a little concerned about Teacher Wang Shuonian's emotional state. I wonder if the Mid-Autumn Festival congratulations letter would leave a good impression on the beautiful woman? He looked towards the front row and saw that the two of them were sitting quite far apart. Could it be that the letter was too reserved?
By the way, why should I pay attention to an adult's emotional life?
How can I put it, this is life.
Lu Zhengkang stared at the back of the seat in front of him. It was a little dirty and stained with some suspicious stains. Was it the nasal secretions left by the extremities of the limbs of the previous passenger who sat in his seat? Or was it just drink stains or food soup?
Jue? The sanitary conditions on the bus are indeed worse than those of other means of transportation. Who would take such a bus? Are there senior tour groups?
Lu Zhengkang suddenly felt extremely frustrated and depressed. It was such an unhappy day that I would not even mention it.
However, classmate Zhang Yingxuan seems to be even more sad. His father is a very patriotic person. As the saying goes, he has a good family background and can empathize with the sufferings of history at a young age. It is actually quite remarkable. According to Lu Zhengkang’s observation, no
Heartless kids account for more than 98%, while adults are more indifferent.
Classmate Zhang Yingxuan couldn't hold it back anymore and burst into tears.
When he cried, for some reason, a little girl from the Hummingbird class also started crying.
If there are one, there are two, and then there are three. After a while, there was a lot of crying on the bus, and the bus turned into a mourning hall.
The teachers were exhausted, and the comrade driver was holding the steering wheel and his face was ashen.
Lu Zhengkang suddenly laughed.
Qiu Qiongzhu was also snickering.
Some children don't know why they are crying at all, they just shout along with everyone else. Now when they see someone laughing, they immediately become happy again.
In the ever-changing scene of laughter and tears, the child Zhang Yingxuan worked the hardest, sweating and crying. When everyone was laughing, he was the only one who was so sad that it made people feel heartbroken.
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Su Xiangli recorded Zhang Yingxuan's painful scene, and the four of them gathered to watch the video while queuing outside the Martyrs Cemetery.
Lu Zhengkang laughed mercilessly, Su Xiangli laughed so hard that his hands shook, the video became a mess, Qiu Qiongzhu stared at Zhang Yingxuan with narrowed eyes, and the little boy's face turned red and he was a little angry.
"Stop looking!"
"Okay, okay, let's watch for a while."
They laughed and laughed together until the procession started. How many schools can be squeezed into a martyrs cemetery? The answer is six.
There are two kindergartens, one primary school and three junior high schools.
It is true that there are too many schools now, resulting in a small number of people in each school, but the number of teachers and students in six schools is no longer a small number. There are huge crowds of people, loud gongs and drums, red flags fluttering, and no matter how serious the occasion is, it becomes vulgar, noisy and tiring.
Lu Zhengkang recalled that when he was a child, whenever there were any school-level activities, a reflection composition was indispensable after he came back. Listening to the conversations between primary school students and junior high school students, it turned out that this fine tradition is still continuing.
Speaking of Lu Zhengkang, there is really nothing to write about. Putting aside the sameness for now, what are your thoughts in such a crowded and happy environment?
Write a narrative? On a certain day of a certain year, I came to a certain cemetery. An older brother who was in junior high school and a younger brother who was in elementary school got into a fight over a broom to sweep the tombs of the martyrs. Then they were both killed by their teacher.
We learned a lesson, and from this story we deeply realized the importance of maintaining order... Damn it, when Lu Zhengkang saw this scene, he just thought that these little brats were so stupid, doing dirty and tiring work.
Rush to do it.
But he can't really write like this. On a solemn day and in a solemn occasion, you have to behave solemnly, right? You can't talk about academics in the mahjong parlor, nor can you talk about cross talk in the library.
What is form and what is proportion?
Lu Zhengkang's most annoying words for adults: You have to control your own sense of proportion.
Young people must be frank, lawless, and have no sense of propriety...
That's something in the future, right?
Just like Lu Zhengkang many years ago, he would fight over a grave-sweeping broom, just because it was not a chore, it was a very honorable and positive behavior, and it was a way of remembering the ancestors.
It is stupid to move oneself, but it is very noble for a group of people to move themselves. This is not ironic, it is a wonderful fact.
Lu Zhengkang saw Zhang Yingxuan, a child, holding a broom, and a kid from another school also holding the broom, so his righteous partner Lu Zhengkang rushed up and pressed the kid opposite him with his palm.
On his face, he helped Zhang Yingxuan take the broom as his own.
Today, our Chunya New Kindergarten is contracting the cemetery!
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Sun Hui put down her phone and looked at her son coldly.
"The teacher said you bully other children, is it true?"
