All the memories and imaginations came to mind in an instant.
Liu Ruixuan lowered his head, blinked slightly, and his eyes fell on the dark blue hourglass again.
Three years, no, to be precise, two years, four months, and 856 days, he was able to see his cousin.
I took a deep breath and glanced out the window casually. I saw the green campus. It was already May, the season of late spring and early summer.
Teacher Zhang on the podium changed from his usual stern smile and happily praised him and the girl in the next class.
When I turned around, I happened to catch Teacher Zhang's gaze, with a smile between his eyes and brows. Even the three deep wrinkles on his forehead were much lighter and bent into three arcs, showing him
With the most sincere concern and smile.
Liu Ruixuan's lips curved and he chuckled. He lowered his head, picked up the Chinese textbook in front of him, flipped through the pages, and then turned back to find what he was going to study today.
Teacher Zhang said that he hoped that the students would follow his example, study hard, control their temper, and stop playing around every day. The only way out for rural children is to go to college, leave Liujiacun, Xinxi Town, and
Yun Ling, go see the outside world, how wonderful it is.
Yes. He wants to leave Xinxi Town and Yunling. He wants to go to Jingyun.
I want to see what kind of place Jingyun is that I have recited in my heart N times, walk her, see the scenery she has seen, and feel her feelings.
Liu Ruixuan's little heart was filled with joy and the motivation to persevere in thinking about her.
These three words gave him unlimited motivation and his unwavering belief!
Later, Teacher Zhang said a lot of words of praise. Finally, he said that he hoped that all students could be like Liu Ruixuan, be motivated, conscientious, careful, cautious, and more importantly, have a peaceful temperament and not chatter every day, like
Like a noisy little bird, it keeps making noisy noises.
Liu Ruixuan's lips curved and he chuckled. He lowered his head, picked up the Chinese textbook in front of him, flipped through the pages, and then turned back to find what he was going to study today.
In fact, he was quite uneasy in his heart.
Even though I knew I would get good results, when I actually heard it, I still couldn't help but feel happy.
However, my mother said that he was about to be ten years old and he was a big boy. He could no longer play around like he did when he was a child, let alone his father, who was satisfied with a few unpleasant words from other children.
The whole village chased and beat him.
Mom also said that he is now the squad leader after all, and he should set a role model and learn to smile at everyone.
Later that day, in the envious eyes of his classmates, he stood up and thanked Teacher Zhang. All these achievements were attributed to Teacher Zhang, which was the result of Teacher Zhang's guidance and strong support to him.
He clearly saw that on the podium, the smile on the face of Teacher Zhang, who was over fifty years old, suddenly froze. Then he turned away and faced the blackboard. After writing the topic, he paused for a while.
Turn around.
He smiled and sat down.
He knew that his mother was right again.
If you pass the credit to others, you will gain more results; if you take the problems and difficulties to yourself, that is responsibility and self-confidence.
Later that day, when dusk came, Teacher Zhang called him to his office, took out a beautifully bound idiom dictionary from the drawer, and gave it to him.
He originally wanted to refuse, saying that he already had a copy, which his mother had specially bought for him from the town, and he had already read all the 268 idiom stories in it.
Now, he has given the small idiom dictionary to Xiu Xiu.
After thinking about it, I finally didn't say it.
When he saw Teacher Zhang's eyes that were full of expectation or perhaps mixed with other emotions, he took it with a smile and thanked him.
Teacher Zhang waved his hand, go ahead and prepare well. I hope you can come out on top in the Chinese language competition.
Liu Ruixuan smiled and nodded. He really wanted to ask about "top spot". This word seemed wrong. It was obviously the first one to get a chance to appear, not the first place.
I thought about it and didn't ask.
He just said "ok" with a smile and walked out of the office holding the thick idiom dictionary.
He thought that by walking, he might be able to get out of Xinxi and Yunxi.
Teacher Zhang behind him looked at his retreating back and took a deep breath. He slowly raised his head and turned to look out the window. On the road outside the window, there were occasionally three or five pedestrians walking by.
Past the road is a large playground with a newly built basketball stand and a newly dug sand pit.
Teacher Zhang closed his eyes slightly and slowly opened them again. Maybe, a miracle would happen.
Didn’t Tianjiacun pass the exam last year?
Although he didn't dare to hope too much, it was always good for Xiao Rui to have that kind of ambition.
Teacher Zhang gently opened the drawer, where there was a letter from Jingyun.
It was a reply sent by his former student, confirming the latest news about the Mathematical Olympiad class in Jingyun. It still maintains the status quo. Once a year, there are four classes and 200 students in one city and six counties in Jingyun.
At the end of the letter, I wrote a sentence, thanking my teacher for sending me to Jingyun. I hope that I can meet the teacher again here. Even if he cannot teach the younger brothers and sisters from elementary school sent by the teacher, he will pay more attention to it. Please.
Don't worry, teacher.
Teacher Zhang smiled and closed the drawer again, closing all the doubts. No student from Liujia Village has been to Jingyun for eight years.
Eight years, so long ago, he seemed to have forgotten that he was once the best teacher in Jingyun Primary School.
Eight years, so long ago, he seemed to have forgotten that he came to Liujiacun to teach twelve years ago and sent batch after batch of students to Jingyun’s junior high school, even Quan Jing went to the most outstanding Mathematical Olympiad class.
, among 100 people, there are always two or three who are his students.
However, everything changed due to the incident eight years ago.
There are no more outstanding children in Liujiacun.
He could no longer teach outstanding children. When Jingyun was admitted, it became a dull pain in his heart, so painful that he couldn't breathe when he thought about it.
But now, Teacher Zhang looked at the figure that had long since disappeared at the door of the office, and Xiao Rui's sudden mention brought back the past that he didn't want to touch in his heart.
Whatever.
Spring is here after all, isn't it?
Teacher Zhang looked at the two-meter-high green pine in front of the office door. Although it had been damaged, it was pointing straight upward.
Teacher Zhang, who was over fifty years old, sighed heavily. He was old.
What did Cao Cao say? The old man is brave and his ambition is thousands of miles.
Teacher Zhang smiled, picked up the reading glasses on the table, took out a piece of used paper from the drawer on the left, spread it out, and studied the contents on it very carefully.
In the south of the Yangtze River with apricot blossoms and misty rain, spring grass overflows the river bank.
Time passed by in thick newspapers and class after class.
In the blink of an eye, it is already mid-to-late May, and the Chinese language newspaper knowledge competition and the Mathematical Olympiad competition have arrived as scheduled.
Through the rain and fog at seven o'clock in the morning, crossing a three-kilometer dirt road, he headed south all the way to the experimental primary school in the town. To him, that school was just a bridge, a bridge to Jingyun.
Jingyun, that distant city, should have too many beautiful stories and touching legends, right? Will it also rain in the early morning?
Open your eyes amidst the sound of walking rain and look at the fleeting scenery and gray sky beside the road.
Mr. Zhang, who is over fifty years old, is riding a bicycle vigorously, driving him towards Xinxi Town, towards his dream.
He said he could ride a bicycle, but Teacher Zhang disagreed, saying that he was just a child and it was raining, so he sat obediently on the back seat of Teacher Zhang's bicycle.
Looking at Teacher Zhang's back arched like a lobster, struggling to step on the pedals, he felt that the vision in front of him suddenly became blurred, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.
There are always some people and things that will touch the most fragile string in your heart inadvertently, and then bounce away, making you feel helpless and uncomfortable. A familiar word, a familiar figure, a familiar figure,
Similar faces.
It would make him so moved that he couldn't help but want to cry.
But my mother said that a man cannot shed tears easily.
He sniffed and pretended to look up at the sky casually, resisting the urge to cry.
Suddenly, I found that the tears in my eyes suddenly increased again and fell silently.
He thought again of the thick newspaper and the thick dictionary of idioms.
Liu Ruixuan sniffed, raised his hand to wipe his face, and held Teacher Zhang's hand at the corner of his clothes. He couldn't help but squeeze it tightly, as if he was holding the most anticipated dream in his heart.
If possible, he hopes that when he grows up, he can be a teacher and treat the students he teaches honestly like Teacher Zhang.
And he was convinced that whether it was this time or the next time, he would definitely not disappoint the teacher's painstaking efforts and expectations.
Running towards the place three thousand meters away, with my own expectations, I moved forward under the protection of Teacher Zhang.
Looking at the drizzle falling scenery around him, and seeing the vast green fields shrouded in mist, he silently set a small goal for himself in the silent rain.
Coincidentally, the essay topic for the knowledge contest in the Chinese language newspaper later that day turned out to be - when I grow up...
Liu Ruixuan smiled and saw the familiar figure at the school gate from a distance through the window glass. Without hesitation, he picked up his pen and wrote: When I grow up, I will become you.
Later, in the misty rain of May, he listened carefully to the lectures and took notes as always, as if there was no one else around.
Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind, plums are yellow and rainy.
Soon, May passed in the blink of an eye and June has arrived.
In the large lake outside the village, lotus flowers have quietly bloomed, blooming into a piece of pink letter paper in the misty rain and fog.
It looks very much like the letter sent by my cousin.
My cousin wrote a letter. She said that her aunt said that Xiao Rui was already a minor celebrity in Xinxi Town. The last sentence was still the same, that she would wait for him in Jingyun.
It's still pink letterhead, and it's still inkless handwriting.
Looking at the lotus flowers in the lake, Liu Ruixuan felt bursts of joy in his heart. He shook hands and gently stuffed the letter into his pocket before he could send it.
What he originally wanted to say was already known to his cousin.
There was a voice, and he heard his name ringing not far away. Turning around, he saw uncles and aunts from the same village walking over. They said, Xiao Rui, I heard that your grades were very good. They said, they heard Teacher Zhang say , you are a good candidate for college.
He smiled and thanked him, and then calmly disappeared from the sight of his uncles and aunts who went to work in the fields.
That day, he realized that his unconscious following and rushing would lead to him seeing a colorful story somewhere in his future soon, passing through his memory, and awakening a sleeping dream.
But at that time, he was just like that, walking with the teacher and moving forward.
Later, I discovered that the story had already begun from the moment he set out, and some answers had already been written, such as persistence.