Stove joke

In the adult world, there is no separation

Text/Zhang Yajun

It's not just the wine that made me cry last night.

It's not just your tenderness that makes me reluctant to part.

How long do I have to walk? You hold my hand.

What embarrasses me is the freedom to struggle.

Respect is always in September, and nostalgia is the sorrow of missing.

The weeping willows in late autumn kissed my forehead.

It happens to be September, and it is also the school season in 2020. It's best to start with the lyrics of the song Chengdu.

I worked in Qishou town for seven years and made many friends. Some people say that there are no real friends among colleagues in the unit. I don't agree with this sentence, because I get along with teachers who accompany my children day and night. We all have good souls and educate according to our own conscience.

Today, two good friends who worked together were transferred from primary and secondary schools to fill the bags for the village teachers all morning. Everyone began to help. In their moist eyes and sighs, I read the most common emotion in the world of adult men.

Yuanyuan, a young teacher I admire, is two years older than me. Pure personality, cold humor, always a baby face. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a "schoolmaster" and a "child of other people's family". I studied in primary school and junior high school for seven years. I was admitted to Northwest Normal University this year, majoring in Japanese. After work, I used my spare time to get a postgraduate degree in Sun Yat-sen University. After studying for two years, I came back and stayed in the central primary school. I work hard, love students, have outstanding achievements, have standard English pronunciation, have a wide range of hobbies, and are proficient in many musical instruments and sports.

Yagang, a young teacher with an artist's aura, is one year older than me, and I are high school classmates. Steady personality, few words, honest and enthusiastic. He is good at calligraphy and painting, seal cutting, mounting and loves collecting. He created a large number of paintings and calligraphy works in his spare time.

Rainy autumn can't help but make me feel a little cold, at most it's a trace of unhappiness in my heart. We used to talk and laugh together, look forward to the future together, sweat on the court together, discuss the development of education together, discuss student management together, discuss teaching together, and talk about the five thousand years of China together. Besides, we also fight, play jokes on each other and discuss the management of the school.

The days are short on weekdays, but today they are particularly long. Everyone is restless and sighing, but they just don't want to say what they are sad about. Maybe this is tacit.

The world we live in is so simple that we can't bear to part with every piece of land and every inch of time on campus. The morning sun has gone slowly, lengthening the shadows in this yard, just like the old days we walked together.

Tomorrow, the sun will rise, and tomorrow is a brand-new day. There will be different scenery waiting for us at the next intersection. Today's difference, I think, will make our different lives, and maybe change our own lives. We will also have a new understanding of the world, because we will grow a lot. Life is like this, we will grow up in loneliness. When we look back, we will smile and thank those who didn't care about us.

In some places, you will have thousands of kinds of reluctance, which is because of our habit, that is, "boiling frogs in warm water." A person's growth and inner strength all stem from his different living environment, which is actually a survival skill. I read a poem on the Internet: Spring is not autumn/why worry about your age/As long as there are seeds in autumn flowers, why be shy before autumn flowers/I sometimes sigh/That's because I work behind others/I sometimes feel sad/That's because I don't make progress politically/I have traveled all over the territory of life/Finally, I have found the way of life. This kind of "autumn flower" happens to be Gesang flower, which has strong vitality. It is said that every seed has a potential survival period of four years. Every autumn, when the flowers mature, they will be blown away by the wind and naturally fall to the ground, and take root and sprout in the next spring. It is easy to survive, and it can germinate and grow even if it is not cultivated and watered.

What a good poem! Two friends actually said we were watching a joke. In fact, I know you don't think so, but you are actually teasing the atmosphere. As a rural teacher, in the eyes of outsiders, the desolate living environment may send out a lot of pity. In fact, they don't know that we are like Gesang flowers in full bloom in autumn, living happily, comfortably and safely. We all take money to keep warm, so we can't make fun of each other.

After school in the afternoon, I saw in the WeChat group of the school district that all the enthusiastic teachers and students of Caoji Primary School held a grand welcoming ceremony for Teacher Yuan Yuan. The table is full of melons and fruits, and there are programs performed by students. I'm glad to see you smiling and receiving the news that you want to cook at school. There's another call. Teacher Yagang is happy to tidy up the room. I don't know why, I sighed a few more times.

(personal feeling)

Dragging my tired body, I came home early, thinking about the dribs and drabs in school these years, and I was awake. A seven-year working life is too short to measure. I haven't stopped trying for seven years. After complaining, I shook hands with myself and gave reality a chance. Maybe I'll comfort myself better like Q in the future. It was not until today that I discovered that in such a beautiful era, I actually pushed myself to an era where I could not be a slave. To get justice in this yard is really like looking for a shaped chicken with a magnifying glass in a fertilized egg.