Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 579 - The Most Romantic Thing
"Time can only make people grow old, don't believe in passion, long-term hatred for leaving the pavilion, tears dripping with spring clothes and wine are easy to wake up.

Indus last night, the westerly wind was strong, the moon was dim and bright, and the dreams were frightening, where did the tall buildings sound like geese? "

Principal Li lightly brushed the small piece of newspaper in his hand, glanced sideways at Wang Yang from the corner of his eye, and somehow suddenly remembered Yan Shu's two words.

Is it great to teach Chinese?
Although he is a person who has taught mathematics for more than 20 years and nearly 30 years, his Chinese skills and appreciation of poetry are not inferior to Lao Zhang.

What's more, it's this brat who just left school for less than three years.

Before the beard grows hard, he thinks he is an old master!

Hehe, hehe, the corners of Principal Li's mouth twitched slightly, and he glanced sideways at the young head teacher Wang Yang.

This kid is clueless!

Such a good learning opportunity, but still staring at him with a little resentment!
It's really a dog who bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know a good heart!

Just read it, didn't you hear it!

Principal Li looked around the classroom and looked at the students who looked up at him one by one.

Can't help but smile.

This is the correct open posture to be a student.

Glancing at the young class teacher beside him out of the corner of his eye, Principal Li sighed slightly in his heart, he is a god, and he will not care about this brat for the time being.

He flicked the small newspaper head in his hand lightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, opened his mouth, hey, there is only one last sentence left.

What a quick read!

Has he been despised again?
The young head teacher was slightly taken aback, and looked at Principal Li's smiling face!

Could it be his own illusion again?

The young class teacher raised his hand to stroke the hair that had just flowed past his ears. He was so handsome, and Principal Li despised his handsomeness again.

He'd better quietly look at the scenery outside the window for a while.

He has already read that article backwards, and he doesn't care about listening to it twice to review it.

The young head teacher glanced at the smiling Principal Li, and silently turned his head away from the window.

Forget it, he still didn't listen, it's better to watch the scenery quietly.

Transparent clouds drifted past the window.

Looking at the floating clouds, the young class teacher suddenly became poetic, and remembered the poems about the blue sky and white clouds.

There is a saying in Xiaoya in the Book of Songs: Yingying Baiyun, Lubi Jianmao.

Cough cough, the sentence is good, but if you don’t take advantage of the scenery, where is the grass now?

The young class teacher raised his eyebrows slightly, watched a light cloud slipping past his eyes, and thought of another sentence: Baiyun rises far away, swaying into the clear sky.

Well, this is good, clear and white clouds.

The young head teacher couldn't help but raised his hand to straighten the hair that covered his ears, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

In the next second, I couldn't help blinking again, the sky is clear, but where is the distant mountain?Their Liujia Village is a plain, where are there mountains?

It seems to be there too, and suddenly I remembered the hill with an altitude of 100 meters next to the west of the town.

It is said that it was the shelter of the heroes back then, but now it has been developed by the villagers and various seasonal fruits and vegetables have been planted.

He still remembers that when he was in junior high school, he went to pick fruit with his classmates on Sunday afternoon, but was discovered by a big black dog of the garden guard, who chased him all over the mountain and almost fell down the mountain, luckily.

The young class teacher squinted out of the corner of his eye and stared at Principal Li, who was over half a century old, on the headlines of the newspaper.

Fortunately, I met Principal Li on the way.

Principal Li yelled, bent over and lowered his head, picked up a small piece of dirt and threw it at the big black dog.

"Wow, woof, woof." The big black dog barked two or three times, looked at Principal Li, then at him, then at Principal Li again, turned around and ran away quickly.

After that, he never went to that hill again.

The corner of the young head teacher's mouth twitched. After that, he also left a psychological shadow, afraid of dogs!

Cough, far away.

The young head teacher slightly turned his head away, and continued to look out the window.

How long ago was that.

I don't know if Principal Li still remembers it now.

I should have forgotten it too.What Bai Juyi said: I am so forgetful when I get old.

The young head teacher couldn't help but chuckled, raised his head slightly, and looked at the light clouds outside the window.

White clouds fly in the blue sky.

This is good, take advantage of the scenery!

When the second white cloud drifted past, the young head teacher nodded slightly, and finally thought of the best line of poetry.

Suddenly I thought of the sentence in Kong Shangren's "Send the Shepherd to Visit Wutai", the layer of cliffs is green to meet the blue sky, and the Baitai Qingfeng treats Jiaoran.

This one is actually good, but, hehe, there is no mountain, he doesn't like that mountain anymore.

This was also the reason why he wanted to go back to Liujiacun Primary School.

There is a mountain near Zhenxi Middle School. There is a big black dog in the mountain. The dog chased him and almost fell down the mountain. Although the altitude is more than 100 meters, cough cough.

In fact, without altitude, it is just a gentle mound. If you look at it from a distance, you really can't see the altitude.

When they were in junior high school, they used to run around the path on the side of the mountain in the morning.

Cough, jogging in the morning, if not for the sharp-eyed deskmate telling him that there seem to be fruit trees on the mountain, he wouldn't be chased by that big black dog.

Cough cough, tablemate!
Later that day, he broke up with that tablemate and resolutely separated from him.

Even the schedule to go back to the dormitory together was cancelled.

Later, the deskmate apologized again and again, saying that in the future, I will not look for him when I go to the mountains.

He didn't respond and didn't forgive.

Later, the second year of junior high school was over, and the third year of junior high school was divided into classes.

The same table became the boy next door, and occasionally greeted each other, but he didn't want to talk to him.

After thinking about it, Wei Wei smiled back, after all they were at the same table for two years, after all they went their separate ways after graduation, after all, the same table is not from Liu’s Village, there are several villages away from Liu’s Village.

After all, it was because I was not good at sports at the beginning, I failed in the 800-meter run, and I couldn't hold on to the [-]-meter long-distance race.

The deskmate just bumped into each other.

After that, there is no later.After graduating from junior high school, he went to Jingyun to study in a secondary normal school, while his deskmate went to the next city to study in a secondary technical school. After three or four years, they never met each other.

Later, he returned to Liu's Primary School, a village where no households kept dogs.

But at the same table, the brat who was darker and taller than him stayed in the next city, and it was said that he became a technician.

Last year, I wrote him a letter and sent him a photo.

Seeing that photo, he finally felt at ease.

Even darker!
The deskmate said in the letter that he was going to stay in the seaside city next door, and he wanted to contribute to that city.

Ok.

The corner of the young head teacher's mouth twitched, yes, the deskmate is studying architecture and design, what he said made sense.

But he, no, he just wants to find a place without big black dogs, read books quietly, write poems, and bring out a group of cute little poets by the way! !
In the clear sky, a crane and a row of clouds, then the poetry and sentiment to Bixiao.

The young head teacher blinked slightly, and pulled back his thoughts. There were white clouds floating outside the window.

The future is expected!

(End of this chapter)