Miscellaneous thoughts and feelings in a small town where spring is coming

When talking about "Wudi Ancient City", there will always be a lot of memories. Unknowingly, I have been working in Wudi Ancient City for four years.

My workplace is the Experimental School of Lubei High-tech Development Zone located in Chengkou Town, Wudi County. This small town looks very desolate against the loess. However, the partners here love their hometown. I often see my students blooming with their own splendor in this land...

On the way to work, I paid attention to the trees in front of the teaching building. Although I can’t say their names, they still live in my heart.

How many times, I thought, came close to the flowers, strings, and clusters, touched and smelled them. If there was more spring scenery on campus, would it stop me from walking into the teaching building? Stop, stay, and think.

Rush to the office, turn on the computer, and start the day's work. Sit down and meditate. Let’s look for spring on campus with the children!

So, in the third class in the morning, I told everyone the good news that had been brewing for a long time. Contrary to what I imagined, there was no cheering.

We went downstairs in three groups. Along the way, from the third floor to the first floor of the teaching building, not a single student spoke. Beforehand, my worries were overblown.

We first came to the teaching building. Everyone walked to the tree, leaned up and smelled it. Some students couldn't help but pick off a flower or bunch, hold it in their hands, and look at it carefully.

That’s great. The flower trees in front of the teaching building hide the smell of spring. Spring is coming, and the green peaches are in full bloom. Every time I walk in front of them, I always wonder when the Siberian iris will bloom.

That day, it was raining heavily in spring. I was holding a rainflower umbrella, walking on the path, nestling in the arms of the raindrops. Occasionally, I saw a pool of Siberian irises blooming. A ray of breeze hit their faces. An iris trembled slightly. I stopped.

It whispered in a whisper. It seems to say: I will be late, but I will not give up. I bloom in late spring, this is a wonderful moment that is unique to me.

I squatted down and thought about it for a long time.

After taking a small step, I felt a little reluctant and turned back. I seemed to see them smiling.

You have your splendor, and I have mine. My students and I bloom in the spring together, looking for our own beauty and splendor.

Our second stop is the playground. Let me tell you, you can sit, lie down, and laugh and play without any restrictions. I saw everyone sitting together, writing, talking, whispering, and discussing heatedly. Naughty children are not restrained, they just lie down and roll around.

It’s so lively! The school playground hides the vitality of spring.

I was also walking and met a little girl. Looking at it from a distance, I thought it was the daughter of a colleague, so I hurried over to say hello to her: "Xiao Xi."

She didn't respond.

When I got closer, I saw a strange girl. He was about one meter tall, wearing a black bottoming shirt, holding a bag of snacks in his hand, walking slowly, with a little hesitation in his eyes.

"Who are you looking for?" I asked. Seeing a trace of fear in her eyes, I asked: "Looking for my sister?"

"Looking for my brother." She said timidly.

My first reaction was: "Where's mom? Why didn't I come with you?"

"Mom is at the door."

"Why didn't mom come with you?" Come in?" I asked.

"Don't dare to come in." She answered me.

"Why don't you dare to come in?" I didn't want to pry into her privacy, I just wanted to "get close" to her. She has bright and clear eyes, a high ponytail, and long black and shiny shawl hair. When she walks, her ponytail jumps along with it, which is really lovable.

"Do you know which class my brother is in?" I continued to ask.

"My brother is in the seventh grade class, and his name is so-and-so." She answered immediately.

I think my mother wanted to give the shy little girl a chance to exercise herself, and she did it deliberately, so she gave her instructions. Just now, I was complaining about her mother's carelessness, but now, I turned into admiration.

Later, I took her to find her brother.

The eldest brother saw her, pinched her little cheek and said, "Why are you here?" The brother's question seemed inappropriate. My sister didn't answer.

I almost didn’t see clearly how the snack was handed into my brother’s hand. The little girl didn't have any more words to say and ran away in a hurry.

I was thinking, this must be a happy family. Even more fortunately, my brother who is not good at words is very sensible, and my sister who is only four or five years old is also very sensible. Seeing the scene of the two brothers and sisters together, I seemed to have imagined: Guozi (my son) was holding his sister's little hand and walking in the small alley at home.

Looking at her fading back, I remembered the article that Teacher Lu wrote on the first day of the new year. Two brothers and sisters must be carrying a special story...

Our third stop is in front of kindergarten. The children in the kindergarten sang and danced to the music. Some of these teenagers danced along, some hummed along with it, some were thinking silently, and some classmates were writing to their heart's content with the essay books in their hands.

How wonderful! There are memories of spring hidden in the kindergarten in Lubei.

I should be an observer of spring. Yes, I see the breath of spring in teenagers. I still believe that teenagers should write smart words.

Because, I still remember that a certain student's essay - "Outside the Window" was refreshing to me.

Because, I saw them writing, stopping and whispering along the way.

They must be making a covenant with their own spring, right?

I saw a composition that surprised me.

It is another spring day, and the big tree in front of the teaching building still stands proudly. The green leaves growing beside it are swaying in the wind, and the fragrance is fragrant. I couldn't wait to go forward. In the wind, several flowers swayed, revealing their fragrance and showing their beauty.

This small town, known as the "Northern Gate of Shandong", has beautiful scenery and the setting sun is as fine as a brocade. In the small town, spring is in full swing, and the sea breeze blows in the face, bringing hope for this small town. My students and I were silent in the wind, looking for the charm of this small town, and by the way, writing our wonderful life stories.