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Once upon a time in

2018-1-12 10:47

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On the night of the spring breeze, I was walking along the bank of the river, and I heard tang lei's "lilac flower". I happen to see pictures of lilacs in other people's space, my feelings can't be my own, and I can think of the memories of the past.
In that year, our school had a good harvest, and we recruited more than 2,000 people, fourteen classes in the first grade, and seventy and eighty people in each class Sage 300 support. That was when I was appointed class 12, class 12, class 11 and 12. I dare not say to be in danger, but I know that my job as head teacher is somewhat reluctant. The child was only five and a half years old that fall. The husband is busy all day, the family affairs take care of very little. I'm busy with my work, I'm busy with my children, and I have to manage the small things in my family. It really feels like working hard and struggling for life. Busy with no time to look up at the stars, not to know when the white clouds drift and drift away. All the scenery fades out of life. There are only students, and children who are not fit for school life.
Very busy, very tired. All day long, hot and furious. Many things together, I am like an overloaded machine, tireless, and can not slack. The pressure of work, class management, is a very important and exercise people thing. The head teacher is much more than the teacher. Get up early and do morning exercises MD Senses. Open class meeting, deal with some class affairs, participate in after-school activities with students, check up late. I remember that every time I was busy till ten o 'clock, I could go back home and ride my bike, and I could not think of those who were tired and tired. Later, it was too late to check up late. Thanks to a teacher who had just joined the job, I was able to go home early. Now I want to be grateful for her.
After each bell, always turn around in the class. Check the student's hygiene and look at the students' status. The students are working with me. Although my class is not the best, but I feel that I do my best. At that time, I really took that classroom as my other home, familiar with every corner of it. It was not only the students who were alive, but also the silent tables, and the walls of aphorisms. First bell after the song, and I walked into class for one reason, although the children sing is the most revolutionary songs, "the five-star red flag flies", journal of military and civilian production, another is I will never forget the song, "lilac". The love story was among the children. The song is floating in the classroom, although not many people actually memorize the lyrics, some songs HIFU 瘦身, do not need to learn at all, listen to remember.
"The grave is full of flowers.
It's how much you want to be beautiful.
You see, it's all over the hills.
Do you still feel lonely?
Listen, someone is singing.
That's your favorite ballad.
How much the world is.
No more worrying about it."
Every time I sing here, the students always go up in a high tone. For some reason, I am always very sad to hear it. No one can hear any more beautiful songs.
Sad thoughts, repeated rolls. A song is the condensation of a story, a love is a gift of the years.
The days were so slow. Autumn leaves covered with gold, ripe not only fruit, but also a tired heart. The winter snow leaves a trail of footprints, the air cold, frozen some thoughts. Spring comes, soft breeze drizzle, "good night wind blow, new flower 10,000 branches." The summer solstice, the cicadas croak, the rain pours. After a year of bleak seasons, it also blurred the year's work. After many years, I still remember that year, I tried my rich and busy life design, those trials have become my proud and happy and unforgettable memories.
My head teacher worked and resigned a year later. The students in that class were then scattered like dandelions because of their major. The students' bright smiles are blurring, the bell goes away... Now, come to think of it, those students should have a family. There is less contact. The friendship between me and the students became a thing of the past. I used to think that those who used to do not want to remember, but heard this song, and think of the work history, that year those things again seem to come into view. I didn't go too far. I still remember. Remember that song.
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