If we go this spring, spring will come again next year. If the geese fly south, they will come again next spring.
Tongtong glanced at the light blue sky above the yard, and thought of the spring a year ago. At that time, the sky was very blue, transparent and dazzling, and there were big white clouds floating in the blue sky.
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Later that day, she heard the popular and inspiring article.
She still remembers that article very clearly...
"What is the head teacher doing?"
Yan Xiaoyu gently touched Tongtong's arm.
The head teacher glanced at Principal Li for a while, then turned his head and looked out the window. What was he doing? He just didn't look at them!
Isn't it good to just quietly look at the scenery outside the window?
Anyway, Principal Li is giving lectures.
Yan Xiaoyu glanced at Principal Li on the podium, then at the head teacher on the side, and finally turned her head to Tongtong.
"I don't know." Tongtong glanced sideways at Yan Xiaoyu and looked towards the front of the classroom.
Ask her? How does she know?
The head teacher probably doesn’t even know what he wants to do, right?
Who wouldn’t want to look at the blue sky and the white clouds?
She also thought that she liked to look at the blue sky and white clouds outside through the not-so-wide glass window.
It's a pity that Principal Li always makes mistakes.
Tongtong pursed his lips, glanced at Principal Li on the podium, and looked away.
"This article is not profound. As long as you listen carefully, you can understand it."
Principal Li on the podium looked around, shook the small newspaper in his hand, put it back slightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, coughed twice, and cleared his throat again.
This is his favorite short essay recently.
When Tongtong heard this, he couldn't help but be startled, looked at the front of the classroom, and then looked around the classroom.
Haha, it’s strange that no one agrees?!
Tongtong couldn't help but lean against the warm wall again, and inadvertently looked at Yan Xiaoyu beside him, and met her eyes as she looked towards him.
Tongtong raised his eyebrows slightly, opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Yan Xiaoyu, and looked away.
She doesn't know anything, don't think of her as an encyclopedia!
"From the moment you were born, you were destined to go back."
Principal Li's voice came from the front of the classroom.
Yo? Tongtong couldn't help but be startled. He raised his eyes and looked at the people on the podium. This book, oh, no, this prose is well read, and it has emotions!
Read aloud with emotion, which is different from your usual tone!
In this short sentence, Li Xiao actually read out the cadence! He read out the determination! He read out the sadness!
This is how life should be, the ultimate purpose of coming to this world is to leave.
Tongtong couldn't help but blinked. Before he could think about it, Principal Li's voice came over again.
"The twists and turns, the hardships, the smoothness and joy are your destiny. Destiny always exists with you, all the time. Don't be in awe of its mystery, although sometimes it is unfathomable; don't be afraid of its impermanence, although sometimes it comes.
Gone without a trace."
What do you mean? Does this mean to tell them to believe in fate and surrender to fate?
Tongtong raised his hand to straighten a strand of bangs that fell to his forehead. Didn't he agree that it was man-made?
Yan Xiaoyu gently touched Tongtong's arm, blinked her big peach blossom eyes, and said nothing.
Ahem, Tongtong ignored her.
As for being so serious? Just listening to the book!
Yan Xiaoyu curled her lips, glanced at Tongtong, then turned to look around to the left.
Ahem, surprisingly, everyone is listening to the book seriously?!
Even the head teacher turned to look at Principal Li!
Yan Xiaoyu blinked, retracted the hand that was thinking about Tongtong's sleeves, sat down at the table, and looked towards the front of the classroom.
Okay, everyone was listening quietly, and she was too embarrassed to make small moves, so she pretended to be serious for a while.
The young head teacher couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth a few times, and looked intently at Principal Li who was reading in a measured tone, and his eyes fell on the small newspaper in Principal Li's hand.
He really made a mistake.
This little newspaper head! Oh no.
The young head teacher couldn't help but raise his hand and pull the corner of his clothes from behind, this little piece of paper!
He cut it out of "The Reader" last Thursday and pasted it on his reading and writing notebook.
How could it be in the hands of Principal Li?!
He doesn’t remember that he gave it to Principal Li? Could it be!
No, no, no, the young head teacher shook his head gently and glanced up and down at Principal Li. Impossible, he remembered very clearly where he put his reading and writing notebook. Where did he put it?
The young head teacher couldn't help but blink his eyes. He had been in the habit of excerpting beautiful words since the fourth grade of elementary school. After excerpting, he wrote one or two sentences of emotion.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.
I copied it before and put it in the drawer after I copied it.
Now, of course, he excerpted it. When he saw something he liked, he just cut it out and pasted it on the notebook, and then, then.
Ahem, I suddenly remembered that he doesn't seem to like putting it in the drawer anymore, and puts it directly on the right corner of the table.
The seat he sits in now is still the one designated by Principal Li, the third one against the wall, with a view of all the scenery in the office.
However, the young head teacher's eyes drifted to the little piece of paper again, and it looked very familiar.
Could it be? Another thought suddenly came to mind.
Principal Li also has the habit of excerpting? Over the years, he has never remembered it.
The young head teacher raised his hand and pulled the hem of his clothes behind his back, and moved his eyes to Principal Li's amiable and smiling face.
"Don't surrender to fate because of its weirdness. When you are old, you will look back and realize that half of your fate is in your hands, and only the other half is in God's hands."
Read so carefully!
The young head teacher sniffed slightly, and his eyes unconsciously fell to Principal Li's hand again, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Haha, that little triangle in the lower right corner?
That's the mark he leaves behind every time he cuts it!
That habit dates back to the first semester of middle school.
His name is Wang Yang. He originally wanted to cut a boat, but then he thought it was too difficult and wanted to cut a piece of the sea. Isn’t there a saying that gives you a boat in the ocean?
However, his deskmate looked at the logo he cut out and laughed for half an hour. He said that the logo he left must be perfunctory. What does the half irregular arc mean?
Wang Yang curled his lips, couldn't you tell it was a vast ocean?
My deskmate looked at it carefully for a while and laughed wildly. He really didn't notice it.
Wang Yang rolled his eyes and took the glue, but his deskmate snatched it away.
The deskmate took the cut article, cut a few gaps in it with small scissors, and then handed it to Wang Yang, who looked bewildered.
This, this, this? Wang Yang looked at the jagged little gap, and the thought of hitting his deskmate suddenly came to him.
But my deskmate explained very seriously, you are Wang Yang, the poplar of the poplar tree. Since you can’t cut out a vast ocean, just leave a poplar leaf.
After Wang Yang heard this, he looked carefully and found that it seemed to be the same thing.
After that, it became his special symbol.
The young head teacher looked at the small piece of paper in Principal Li's hand. The small gap at the bottom was too familiar...