Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 613 - The Most Romantic Thing

The warm sun of September sprinkled the warmth of the ground outside the window.

White clouds floated high or low in front of my eyes.The few golden osmanthus plants in the corner of the campus are quietly filled with unreleased golden yellow buds, exuding a long-lasting fragrance, filling every crevice of the air from far and near.

The young homeroom teacher slightly raised his head to glance at the blue sky, and then at the golden osmanthus among the green leaves, suddenly felt a state of mind that is both sunny and enlightened.

At that moment, unexpectedly, my heart felt calm, and the once ups and downs of emotions suddenly calmed down, without a single ripple.

The wind seeped in through the half-opened window.

Feeling the temperature of the warm sun outside the window, I suddenly recalled a sentence I saw somewhere in the early years: True forgetting does not require hard work.Forgetting is not not thinking about it anymore, but when I think about it occasionally, there are no waves in my heart.

Memories disappear in time like water disappears in water.

No one noticed, but suddenly one day, when looking back, he was surprised to find that the only scenery in his eyes had faded into a blurred background after many years, and the beautiful butterfly behind the warm sun had gone away.

Over the forehead of the seasons, walking with the silent years, I can't walk to the platform of yesterday.

Finally, when he looked back, he couldn't remember the past, the background was blurred, and his face was gone, only the calligraphy and painting hung on the wall of the classroom, telling him that five or six years ago, or even ten years ago, someone was there It really exists in his memory.

Just like the sky outside the window, it just rained heavily last night. When I woke up in the morning, the sun was already shining brightly, and there was no trace of the rain washing away.

Like, human memory.

In his memory, it hasn't rained for a long time.

The young head teacher withdrew his gaze and looked into the classroom.

I don't know when, the originally unhappy self suddenly became cheerful, looking at those eyes eager to seek knowledge, his heart flashed waves of emotion.

I don't know if when I sat under the podium and looked up at the teacher who was full of energy on the podium, the teachers felt the same way as he does now.

I just want to teach them everything I know.

However, the young head teacher looked around the classroom, and he was not the kind of person who would force ducks.

Five years of learning the professional knowledge of the middle school has made him understand this more, lead by example, teach by example, and use his words and deeds to influence every student.

He is their teacher, but also their friend, or a person who guides them with a light on the road of life. He can only accompany them for a short journey, but if this journey is steady, That laid a solid foundation for the future.

He is not a person who sticks to the creed, but in the past two years, he has become more and more aware that there are no bad students or stupid students, only teachers who can't teach, and there are no correct teaching methods.

Every child has their own strengths and advantages. In the future, they will also enjoy the good life brought by their own strengths and advantages in a certain aspect.

Like Tongtong and Yan Xiaoyu, the young class teacher looked at the window on the left side of the classroom. These two children are the "three good students" in the eyes of all teachers.

Good looks, good grades, good temper!

What is this doing now?
The two children were looking in the same direction. The young head teacher narrowed his eyes slightly and followed the two of them's gaze.

Zhao Jing?

He was smiling and looking at the classroom window.

Heck, that's it.

The corner of the young head teacher's lips slightly raised, and he smiled.

Sure enough, he was really good, and the method of teaching by example was good. Tong Tong and Yan Xiaoyu had already begun to approach "double high students" like Zhao Jing.

He is tall and has a high spirit.

Such students are not bad, at least no matter where they go, they will not feel that they are inferior to others.

Zhao Jing's favorite catchphrase is: so what?I can learn it.

He was very pleased to hear that.

In the past, now and even in the future, he believes that a person's learning ability will overcome their academic qualifications.

The young head teacher smiled slightly, looked away, and glanced at Liu Feifei in front of him, squinting at Li Wenwen in the front row.

This Liu Feifei!He has reminded her several times.

There is no need for two people who are equal to each other to confront each other. Instead of doing this, it is better to pull her down a lot and let her bow down.

Of course, he also told Li Wenwen.

Liu Feifei in the back row is not her goal, her goal should be "three good students" like Tong Tong and Yan Xiaoyu.

As for the "three-good students" like Tongtong and Yan Xiaoyu, he told them that good grades are important, but they are not the only criterion for measuring, and they must develop in an all-round way.

After listening to the two children, they also began to like physical education.

Cough cough, physical education class!

The young head teacher couldn't help but slightly opened his eyes, thinking that back then, not only back then, he didn't like physical education now.

If Principal Li hadn't fooled him by saying that he was the most handsome in this school, he wouldn't have been forced to be the so-called most handsome and youngest PE teacher.

However, Principal Li is right, the current him, and the boys in his class, no, the boys in the whole school (except those in the Kindergarten Class), all like to strike up a conversation with him if they have nothing to do.

This feeling, in fact, is very good!

Just like the song he sang in Jingyun Normal University that year, that song-"Wishing Song Xing"!

The head teacher at that time told him that he hoped that in his future life, he would be like the one in the song:

Love with one heart and treat with heart.Everyone is an angel, and every student is worthy of love.Guard him and grow until you meet the best love in the future...

It was a song he wrote on a sudden inspiration.

But his head teacher strongly praised him and insisted on letting him sing at the school radio station on Teacher's Day on September [-]th.

As a result, after climbing to the peak, he seemed to become a great talent in the eyes of all the juniors.

Cough cough, wit!
He has not been a wit for many years!

When the young head teacher glanced at the calligraphy and painting on the right wall out of the corner of his eye, the corners of his mouth twitched.

No matter how talented he is, he will be eclipsed in front of this calligraphy and picture from more than ten years ago.

The young class teacher couldn't help but raised his eyebrows lightly, and inadvertently glanced at Li Wenwen and Fang Xiaoxiao with confused faces.

Alas, the warm sun outside the window!

It made him dazed for a moment, and he forgot that the protagonist is him now.

"Ahem," the young class teacher coughed twice, cleared his throat, ignored the expressions of the two little girls in front of him, and looked at the students at the back of the classroom, "Come on, let me tell you a history story. story."

"Oh." "Okay." "Huh?" "Good storytelling."

In an instant, the classroom boiled again.

tell a story?Yan Xiaoyu glanced at the class teacher on the podium when she heard the words, and then looked out of the classroom window.

Outside the window, there is a piece of pure white cloud passing by, and the light one reminds me of the song that the head teacher hummed yesterday:
There is no alienation from your first acquaintance, and you will walk with you and sing along the way.The story along the way, tell slowly...

(End of this chapter)