In the world of adults, there is no such thing as inseparability

In the world of adults, there is no inseparability

Written by Zhang Yajun

Last night’s wine was not the only thing that made me shed tears

It’s not just your tenderness that makes me reluctant to leave

How long will it take for you to hold my hand

What makes me feel embarrassed is the freedom of struggle

Parting always occurs in September, and recalling it is the sorrow of longing

The green weeping willows in late autumn kiss my forehead

It happens to be September, and it is also the beginning of the school season in 2020. The song "Chengdu" has the best lyrics at the beginning.

I have been working in the small town of Qi Shou for seven years and have made many friends. Some people say: There are no real friends among colleagues in the workplace. I don't agree with this sentence, because the teachers I get along with are all teachers who accompany children day and night. We all have kind souls and engage in education based on our own conscience.

Today, two friends who worked together were transferred from primary and secondary schools to fill the teaching staff of the village school. They packed their luggage all morning. Everyone helped, their eyes were moist and they sighed. In the sound, I read the most ordinary emotions in the world of adult men.

Yuanyuan, a young teacher whom I admire, is two years older than me. He has an innocent personality, a cold sense of humor, and always has a baby face. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a "student master" and "other people's child". I studied in elementary school for seven years, and then passed the college entrance examination to Northwest Normal University, majoring in Japanese. After working, I used my spare time to get a master's degree from Sun Yat-sen University. After two years of study, I returned and continued to work in the central elementary school. He is conscientious at work, loves students, has outstanding grades, has standard English pronunciation, has a wide range of interests and hobbies, knows many kinds of musical instruments, and is proficient in all sports.

Yagang, a young teacher who shines with the aura of an artist, is one year older than me and is a high school classmate with me. He has a steady personality, is taciturn, loyal and honest, and warm-hearted. He is good at calligraphy, painting, seal cutting, and mounting. He likes collecting. He uses his spare time to create a large number of calligraphy and painting works.

The rainy autumn can't help but make me feel a little bit chilly. The most important thing is the feeling of unhappiness in my heart. We once talked and laughed together, looked forward to the future, sweated on the court together, discussed the development of education, student management, teaching, and the five thousand years of China. In addition, we also joked, made our own jokes, and discussed the management of the school.

This is a short day on weekdays, but today is extremely long. Everyone is restless and sighing, but they are unwilling to express the reluctance in their hearts. Perhaps this is a tacit understanding.

The world we live in is too simple, and we simply can’t bear to part with every square inch of land and every inch of time on campus. The morning sun also moves slowly, making the shadows of the trees in the courtyard longer, like the old times we walked together.

Tomorrow the sun will rise again. Tomorrow is another brand new day. There will be different scenery waiting for us at the next intersection. Today’s difference, I think, will create a different life for us, and maybe also It will change our respective lives, and we will also have a new understanding of the world, because we will grow up a lot. Life is like this, only in loneliness will we grow. When we look back, we will smile and thank those people and things that were indifferent to us.

In some places, you will feel reluctant to leave. That is because of our habit, which is to "boil the frog in warm water". A person's growth and inner strength come from his different living environments. In fact, this can also be regarded as a survival skill. I saw a poem like this on the Internet: Spring is not followed by autumn/ Why worry about your age/ Just grow into seeds among autumn flowers/ Why be shy in front of autumn flowers/ Sometimes I sigh/ That’s because my work is better than others Being behind/sometimes I am sad/that is because I am not politically progressive/I have traveled all over the territory of life/and finally found the path of life. This "autumn flower" happens to be the Kelsang flower. The vitality of the Kelsang flower is very strong. It is said that each seed has a potential survival period of four years.

When the flower seeds mature every autumn, they will be blown away by the wind and naturally fall to the ground. They will take root and sprout the next spring. It is easy to survive and can sprout and grow even without soiling and watering.

What a great poem. Two friends actually said that we were joking. In fact, I know you didn’t think so. In fact, it was just to make fun of the atmosphere. As rural teachers, when looking at the desolate living environment from the outside, we may sigh like pity for flowers and cherish people. In fact, they don’t know that we are just like the blooming Gesang flowers in autumn, living very happily and at ease. , very safe. We are all working hard to keep ourselves warm, and how can we make fun of each other.

After school in the afternoon, I saw all the enthusiastic teachers and students of Caoji Primary School in the school district’s WeChat group. They held a grand welcome ceremony for Teacher Yuanyuan. The table was filled with fruits and there were performances by students. , I am very happy to see your happy face and receive the news that you want to buy a stove immediately and learn to cook. And Teacher Yagang on the other side of the phone was happily tidying up the room. For some reason, I sighed a little more.

(Personal emotion)

Dragging my exhausted body, I got home early and thought about every bit of my school years, and I couldn’t sleep at all. Seven years of working life is too short to be measured. In the past seven years, I have never stopped working hard. I worked as much as the school arranged. After complaining, I shook hands with myself and gave reality a chance. Maybe I will be better like Ah Q in the future to comfort myself. It was not until today that I discovered that so In a beautiful era, I actually forced myself to an era where I couldn't live without being a slave. Trying to get fairness and justice in this yard is really like looking for the formed chicken chicks in a fertilized egg with a magnifying glass.