Take a walk in education, and let Songtao teach you, so far away and so beautiful.

I met him in the middle of the New Year's cultural performance. He is in his twenties. He has several identities: First, he formed a band called "Ashong Tribe". He is the lead singer and the lead singer of Miao songs. The songs are lively and particularly pleasant to listen to. This band is famous in the local area. Second, he is a teacher in a local kindergarten and the only male kindergarten teacher in the town. Thirdly, he is also the head of the largest village in Panxin Town, engaged in attracting investment and developing rural tourism. He is a graduate of this school. The theatrical performances at my alma mater, the production of equipment, the production of programs, and the pay before and after running are all free. This is gratitude to my alma mater.

In Songtao County, there is a village called Dawan Village, which is located in a big mountain depression. There are only two classrooms and a simple open-air toilet in the village. Probably less than ten students. There is only one female teacher in the village, surnamed Ou, who is in her twenties. She is not tall and slightly thin, but she loves to laugh. The two sweet dimples are beautiful, much like Cui Cui in Shen Congwen's Border Town. It was already noon when I met her. She just came back from cycling on the other side of the mountain and brought back a bucket of water. The rugged mountain road there really made her sweat. She is actually a volunteer, and her home is in the village beyond the mountain. She is a person, very small in this village, unknown for three years, with a monthly salary of only 2000 yuan.

I go to the big supermarket in town from the dish, walk for 40 minutes and go back and forth for more than an hour. When I came back from shopping for the first time, walking, there were fewer and fewer shops and the lights were getting dimmer. Then it got dark, and from time to time cars flashed with harsh light. I got up walking with a bag of instant noodles and pickles on my back. Later, I was sure I was really lost. In the vast mountainous area three thousand miles away from home, away from everyone, in the dark night, I got lost and was a little at a loss. I happened to meet an old man with a hunchback. I tried to explain that I was lost and wanted to go to the plate. I don't understand what the old man is saying. Most old people can't understand my Mandarin. I have repeatedly explained that I am here to teach. The old man finally realized that he didn't mean to lead me, but led me, walked a lot slowly and stopped at a place not far from the school gate.

I live in the campus of Pan Xin Middle School for Nationalities in eastern Guizhou and have an elegant room of my own. In an elegant house, there is a bed, a table, a chair and a "small sun" (electric heater). There is a balcony in the north of Yashe, which is close to a resident outside the school. The house is dilapidated and things are scattered. The east end of the house is a pit, adjacent to the pigsty. Pits and circles are simply covered. When I heard the pig's cry at night, I thought it must be huge and spectacular, but I never saw its respect. There is a big cock, but I am not lucky to see it. It's just that at 6: 20 every morning, Mr. Chicken faithfully wakes me up in a hoarse rock way. "The cock crows on the top of the mulberry tree", but there are no mulberry trees and no other trees. It must be standing on the top of the pit or circle, or even on the roof. But when I heard his voice, I imagined that he was magnificent and brave. The dog barks occasionally. I guess it's a loyal dog, not a toy that depends on other people's luck. What I can see is a duck whose voice has never been heard. One, two, three and three gentlemen put on gray, black and orange evening dresses and played in a pitted little water. Water, turbid, has been raining for two days, but it has become its paradise. A gentleman stretches his neck, lifts his hips and webbed his feet, which makes him feel happy. When they landed, they held their heads high and spread their wings, and they were extremely comfortable and detached. There are pigs, chickens, dogs and ducks downstairs. The elegant house where I teach in eastern Guizhou has its own joy of farming and mulberry, and the silence has turned into a warmth.

The European school in Pan Pan also has a night duty room. There is a "public telephone" sign hanging outside the room. There is a bed and a quilt. There are two chairs beside the bed. There is a big flashlight on the chair, and nothing else. Broken house, broken house, broken ground. . Ou pai, he is always smiling, kind and elegant.

At 6: 40 in the morning, there are more and more runners on the humble basketball court. It coincides with Europe, closely following the long queue. It is understood that he organizes three classes of running every morning, first in the third grade.

A class. Suddenly, I found a man leaning against the window, with a book in one hand and a note in the other, looking indoors from time to time. He is President Ou. Asked after class, he said it was not good to go in because he was late. Moreover, after he went in, he made a lot of calls, and he always came out again, which affected everyone. This is not good.

I, a fanatic pretending to be spicy, ate spicy food for a few days and felt ashamed. I returned to the "elegant home" and improved my life. In addition to munching on instant noodles, we also collect pepper, salt, peas, salted peanuts and spicy pickles in a small iron bowl, stir them with a fork in a vat, and pick the mouth full of fragrance, crisp, spicy, long-lasting and fascinating. There is a warm electric heater under the table. It's cold when it's quiet outside. But I feel very satisfied.

It rains in winter, and I am most afraid of freezing. Steps are the easiest place to fall, and once you fall, you are easy to get seriously injured. I found a broom to clean up the ice residue. The ice has been pulled and adsorbed to the ground, and it is extremely difficult to remove it. So I found a trash can and a spatula to put on the steps as a warning. This is the case with the west steps, as well as the middle steps and Dongtai steps. I do my work beautifully. From time to time, I will clumsily slide on the ice without anyone noticing. This is a peaceful, quiet and brilliant weekend campus.

There are always power outages in many places in Songtao. As soon as the power went out, my colleagues complained. I enlightened that it was actually quite good that the power outage stopped. Black is not a derogatory term of abomination and terror. Black, quiet, suitable for thinking, self-repair and comfort, suitable for pure own soul. Immerse yourself in this endless and unfathomable darkness, listen to the sound of your heartbeat and have a naked self-dialogue. Under the dazzling light, it is difficult to complete this gentle bath of spirit. Closing your eyes in the dark is not biological sleep, but the third eye given to us by the creator. These eyes can make the noise and impetuousness recede like the tide, see the truth clearly and see through the essence. We have been traveling in the light for too long, and we need to have a regular rest and melt in the dark. Darkness breeds spiritual light. When we understand the meaning of black, we will see the value of light transmission. We have forgotten the darkness for too long. Take this opportunity to meditate, enjoy elegance, and don't deceive yourself.

On the last night in the dish, I had a fever all night, huddled up and tossed, and I should have said a lot of nonsense. At dawn, I heard the pig purring downstairs, as if laughing at me. When the fever was still there, I imagined a picture: the germs of the whole body were burned and screamed for mom and dad, and there was nowhere to escape. Fever seems to be becoming an opportunity for phoenix nirvana, and a healthy and bright body suddenly emerges.

Climbing the mountain after snow, I have a few words: "The old man talks about juvenile madness, killing dragons in his hand, white flowers are blooming all over the mountain, red beans are bright, ice is long, clouds are rolling on his head, and fog covers the mountain frost." Are you happy?

The tray canteen is shed-style. The dining table is messy. Everyone is holding an iron bowl, which is very big. The food is served under it and the rice is covered on it. The bowl is full. They eat standing, squatting and eating around. I was in the canteen, as if at the beginning of "Ordinary World", and I also remembered many scenes of my junior high school. After dinner, every student should go to the faucet of the L-shaped pool outside the canteen, clean his iron bowl and take it back to the dormitory or classroom. After the evening self-study, many students squatted outside the canteen, some chewing instant noodles, some tearing spicy strips, chatting while eating, in the chilly night.

One morning after class, a girl washed her hair directly with cold water by the faucet outside the canteen! Cold mornings in winter excite the brain, my child. If the washed hair is not dried in time, it is likely to catch a cold. I hurried to persuade her, and she smiled and said, it's okay, I'm used to it. There are no complaints and bitterness on the children's faces, only youthful vitality. I went to Yanchang Primary School, Maidicun Primary School, then went to the valley, took a mountain road, went to Shang Chao Primary School, then went back to Dabao Village Primary School, and then went to Zhenxiao Primary School. These children impressed me deeply, that is, they are tenacious, calm and rich.

It's sunny after the snow, just before class. What's that dumb boy doing, holding his head high, staring at the leaves? The rain and snow have stopped and the weather is getting colder and colder. Have you noticed that the water drops on the branches and the tips of the leaves have quietly condensed into ice? Take a few breaths of hot air, and all the spirits are gathered at that point. Watch carefully as the water drops slowly melt and fall, and finally fall on the concrete floor like an elf, throwing thousands of golden lights. At that moment, this boy, how rich.

You see, this classroom is so simple, the ground is dark, and the walls are falling off in chunks, spreading from bottom to top, which is clearly visible. But during the break, we actually found a place on the north wall is a wonderful ink painting. This exposed wall is like a strange rockery. No, more accurately, it should be like the Jinding on Fan Jingshan. The left and right sides are opposite, the top is slightly corresponding, and the composition is perfect. Coupled with the slogan "wisdom is to climb the highest goal in the best way", it is unparalleled.

A demonstration class of elegant house and a beautiful afternoon are dedicated to my teacher Liang. The ninth (eighth) children, thank you for your contribution. We laugh, we read, we taste, we realize, we * * * cook words, * * * taste the real flavor, * * * touch the elegant and warm soul of Mr., and get close to his life with the spirit of turning bitterness into elegance. Thank you for the sudden power failure before class, for moving from the classroom to the recording room in a hurry, for the "little bee" you can't use, and for your lovely mistakes in class. It is all this that has made this wonderful lesson and fulfilled my long-cherished wish. I like Mr. Liang's writing, wonderful in-depth reading, greetings across time and space, joint progress in class, and the emerging scenery in class.

I really have to leave the plate. It began to rain in Mao Mao that day. The ninth grade exam is coming, and suddenly seven or eight children came to see me off. When we waved goodbye at the edge of the stadium, a girl shouted at me, goodbye, Mr. Liang! Later, I read the note and mobile phone message that the child stuffed in my pocket, and I almost cried. In the hearts of these children, there is an "elegant house"!

Go to Songtao to teach in January, without gilding. I not only did something valuable in my personal sense, but also felt that my life had been sublimated. Those children, those teachers, those supporting actors who lead the story of no self are not the scenic spots of my trip, nor are they props for my "exercise". When I left the plate, the children who were about to take the exam came to see me off. In the rain, we took a group photo, exchanged phone numbers and Q numbers, encouraged each other, and agreed that I would come back in a few months. I thank the unpretentious Songtao people, not only because they care about me, but also because I can carefully examine our own education from their perspective and correct it, so that I can understand the connotation of education and love in a complete sense. Help, not only is that I try my best to help them, to a great extent, they are also helping me, helping us, awakening and wiping our hearts. The time to help is not the fundamental problem. Having a bright educational heart is the key. All experiences are precipitated as memories, and all memories are condensed into responsibilities.

Help January, and the heart will last a lifetime.

During the winter vacation, teachers concentrate on training and take a lunch break. The two girls who cleaned the venue actually started a duet with microphones! They are eager for a stage to show, a microphone, applause and thumbs-up. There is no shyness, only sincerity and nature. The other two students are fans. I recorded and filmed, which was enjoyable. Before others entered the meeting, we had enjoyed the good voice in this dish.

Go to Shang Chao Primary School. The mountain road began to cross the ravine, accompanied by a stream. After a long walk, the mountain road is not at the foot, but above the head. It's scary to wind up and turn sharply. Ou pai personally controls and takes his time.

Finally arrived at Shang Chao Primary School. The primary school is small, but it was founded in 1937. There are only a dozen students in the school. There are also seven teachers in the whole school. There is a female teacher, a small village on the west side of the hill. Because there is only one teacher and one student in that village, both she and that student will move here. It's a pity that the teacher is not here.

There are two big trees in the yard. The desks and chairs in the classroom are not simple. There is an all-in-one machine, but the blackboards on both sides are locked. Ask the teacher if there is an all-in-one machine here, and they say it is second-hand. I don't know if it's true or not.

After that, I went to the village for a walk. Chickens are pecking in the rice fields, ducks are resting by the pond and dogs are wandering around. Surrounded by mountains. Come back and tease chickens in the ridge. Re-enter the children's temporary toilet outside the campus.

Go back to campus and have fun with the children. Children are naive and interesting. The children eat in the canteen. There are two high tables with two pots of vegetables on them in the canteen. One is fried pork slices with radish, and there are many pieces of meat. The other one seems to be stew, and there is a small bucket of tofu and vegetable soup. There is a small square table beside the high table and a small bench around it. There are benches by the wall. I cook and give it to the children one by one. Children like tofu soup best. Three times five divided by two, some children go to the bucket outside the kitchen to wash dishes after dinner. I saw some children drinking cold water directly, so I quickly stopped it. They said they were used to it. Later, I went back to the canteen to persuade five little girls to eat with a chubby one. The youngest one is in grade one. It seems that she is the only one in senior one today. They eat slowly, but they eat interestingly.

After dinner, I played with them in the yard. Very happy. There is a girl's dog playing with it. Helpless, I finally want to leave, so I waved goodbye to the children.

Houzhai ethnic group finished primary school. According to the director of the central school, this school has been inspected by the United Nations, the Ministry of Education and the Provincial Department of Education for many times. We first saw the children in the kindergarten doing exercises, about fifteen or six people. Then visit the "Miao Folk Culture Education Room", which has a wooden house with Miao style. In fact, there is still a sign hanging in this wooden house: "Houzhai Farmers Night School". There are three wooden houses, and the northernmost one shows traditional Miao customs, such as stone mill, pen container, lamp, giant inkstone pool and bellows. There is a night school in the middle, and the tables, benches and blackboards are all very old. Kerosene lamps are hung on the wall. The southernmost room contains textiles and fish traps. Walking into the kindergarten, there are two classrooms, one of which has a "tofu shop", "clay sculpture room" and "clothing area".

Principal Wan Xiaolong is proficient in Miao language. He taught us to hang Miao characters in the clothing area. Miao language is represented by 26 letters, with initials in the front, finals in the middle and tones in the back, similar to Chinese Pinyin. The hanging Miao language is "ghab dhud nggongx chud ngglnb". I have studied it, but I still can't understand it. President Ou is a Miao native, but he can't read either. But it took him about ten minutes to tell us that Chiyou was defeated by Emperor Yan and Huangdi, and then he went to Fujian, Zhejiang, was chased to Jiangxi, and then to Songtao. The ancestor of Miao nationality is Chiyou, not Emperor Yanhuang. Ten minutes, telling the history of Miao nationality for thousands of years.

The primary school is next to the kindergarten. There are only one to three grades in primary school, one grade 10, seven in second grade and seven in third grade. The total number of students in this school is 24. Three classrooms, three grades, each classroom has sporadic students, and the sadness is clear. I walked into a room and watched the children draw pictures and chat. At first, the children were very happy, but when I asked a stupid question: Do you miss your mother? The child immediately restrained his smile. I regret it. Parents of children here generally go out to work, and most of them are left-behind children. The classroom on the second floor is quiet and there is no student.

Outside the classroom is a basketball court, and the basket is an adult version. How can children throw the ball into the basket? In front of the basketball court is the so-called football field, because I saw a miniature goal by the wall. The grass is overgrown on the court. A thick ring-shaped iron block hung on the lower branch of a tree near the field, and a stone was placed under the tree. It seems that this is the "bell" up and down. I feel more and more incredible. Director Mei Long told me that in addition to the policy of education planning, there are more girls here who will not come back. There are too many leftover men here, and some villages have 99 leftover men. How can you have children without women and naked men? What is the use of the second child and third child policy? It is understood that this primary school is still ok. Some villages have only eight students and six teachers. Even more extreme, some schools have only one teacher for life, but the flag is raised as usual on Monday. I feel particularly sad.

Later, I went to the ancient Miao village in Dawan. The village is at the bottom of the canyon. Although the asphalt road was built, the road was narrow. I don't know what to do if two cars meet on a narrow road. The road is not only narrow, but also particularly curved. This bend is not tortuous, but sharp and steep I am an old driver in the plain, and I absolutely dare not drive. The mountain road overlooks the whole village.

Dawan village kindergarten is independent of the open space outside the big lotus pond near the village. Two rooms, next to the landlord is an open-air toilet with the words "male" and "female" written on it. It's eleven o'clock. There is only one child. Say hello to him. He timidly hides behind the adults. I met my teacher, Ou Jianfen, driving an electric car to transport bottled water. Mr. Ou is the only teacher in this village, young and beautiful, optimistic and cheerful. In fact, he is a volunteer. For three years, he has received 2000 yuan a month.

In the third quarter, after listening to Mr. Zhang's math class, I went to Class 7 (6) in advance. I found some familiar faces. It turned out that I had come to class a few days ago. Say hello to the children and get to know them again. It's cold, and I'm a little shaky. Most children wear very little, fearing that they will catch a cold. They frolicked and had a good time. But in class, when I heard Mr. Zhang handing out test papers while reporting scores, my heart was a little cold, because most of them failed except one 92, and they were very low. Shortly after the beginning of class, I found that some students were dozing off one after another, and they were in another's mind. Teacher Zhang is very passionate in class, but some students can't be infected.

Class is finally over. At the age of 92, the little girl came to me. I chatted with the little girl last class. We talked again before this class. She is like a little angel. I couldn't sit still, so I asked the little angel to tell my deskmate a multiple-choice question that I had just told on the table. My deskmate was absent-minded many times in class, and even fell asleep at my desk. The little angel spoke very well, so I asked the people at the same table to say it again like a little gentleman. At the slightest hint, the man at the same table hesitated, talking and laughing. I asked Mr. Xiao to give my apprentice a similar problem and then let him do it. The little apprentice actually speaks very well. I asked my deskmate to thank his little gentleman, who was shy and happy. I took a photo with the man at my deskmate to encourage him, then took a photo with the little angel, wrote down my school and phone number on the note, and told her to call me when she came to Suzhou in the future.

This town is very small. After lunch, the students washed their big iron bowls and mops, and some children were holding big iron plates to hold rice. My bibimbap is spicy and fragrant. There are several large iron pots filled with rice, vegetables and scrambled eggs. After dinner, I played with the children in grade six for a while. When I got to the playground, I saw all the children playing.

There is a big dog coming with us in the back house. Looks like an old acquaintance. Outside the small classroom in Housai Village, the big dog first entered the first classroom, and when he found no one, he quit and entered another classroom. Mr. O and thirteen children. The children are drawing, and they come to pat the big dog on the head from time to time. The big dog seems to have a happy smile. The big dog just started to patrol the classroom, and then stood next to Mr. Ou's trouser legs and watched the children draw. Mr. Ou has been smiling, calm and beautiful. I think of Esmeralda, a gypsy, and the lamb that followed her, but I think Cui Cui and her dog in Border Town seem to rhyme better. When we got on the bus and left, the big dog sent us away. Shanzhai and Zhoushan are silent.