Chapter 5 Chapter 05

Ye Lai Feng changed direction and gradually calmed down.When the dawn spreads, the fields, rivers, bushes, and houses appear in the light blue cold and clear atmosphere; the birds begin to chirp at a steady pace; the people who get up early and work make all kinds of sounds, converging into a lively people sound. Huanzhi woke up suddenly, got up quickly, and looked directly at the opposite window: Thinking of the fine weather, he couldn't help raising his arms high, with a happy look on his face.After a while, I looked around the bedroom again; new marks were added to the corners, under the table, and the chalky ceiling.Look at Li Yigong's bed, the tent door is hanging down; he hasn't woken up yet.He quickly put on his clothes and got up, and went to open the window.

Below the window is the garden of the school, where cabbage grows.Outside the wall, there is a bright river lying obliquely, and the breeze blows, wrinkling and sparkling ripples.An open boat was about to set off; she hoisted her masts, drew up her white sails, and set off briskly.On both sides of the river are connected wheat fields.The wheat seedlings seem to be still asleep, but bearing the rising sun, they already seem to be enjoying themselves.At the end of the fields, there is a vast expanse of whiteness, which is a lake.A few distant mountains, even on the other side of the lake, are faintly visible, almost mixed with the sky.

"Ah, lovely fields! If there is meanness, ugliness, viciousness, cruelty, etc., which are prevalent in the world, and that human beings will have no hope, and finally they are animals that cannot grow up and teach well, who will say that?" Would you believe it? How happy are the characters in the brisk sailing boat, coming and going, always in this natural paradise. I'm ashamed of them." Apart from going out of the city to visit graves and a few trips to nearby mountains and rivers, he has been imprisoned in the city circle for more than twenty years.Now facing this simple and fresh natural scenery, a feeling of kindness and admiration can't help but well up.Now that I thought about it, I would have a blind date with this lovely scenery day and night from now on; I raised my head and took a deep breath of fresh air.He has never been so happy, and he seems to smell the sweet fragrance of the unexplored fields.

He goes downstairs.Shui Shi was sweeping the floor in the courtyard, with big braids coiled on the brim of his hat, wrapped in a green cloth apron, and said with a surprised look: "Sir, you are so early! These gentlemen, after school these two days, they still have to wait to wake up." It's been a while." "I'm a little early." Huanzhi said casually.Turning around and looking at the building, it is an imitation of Western-style buildings, and the craftsmen's skills can be seen everywhere.But it is kept very clean; the whitewashed walls, painted window frames and railings are all pleasant to look at.The row of bungalows in front of the court is the preparation room, the library and the rest room where we talked and drank last night.On the left side of the preparation room leads to a corridor.Along the corridor are planted willow trees that have just emerged from the eaves; on the branches, sparrows welcome the sunny day and fly here and there.A square spread out in front.Five tall ginkgo trees stood there in random places, covered with new buds like cow's teats.Under a tree to the east, there is a swing; about 20 steps away from the swing, there is another wave tree hanging horizontally.The walls of the arena are no higher than the top of the head; the south wall is just a sidewalk, and everything in the arena can be seen from outside the wall.

A vision appeared in front of his eyes: the sun was brighter and more lovely than now; the ginkgo and willow trees were covered with green leaves, and there was a deep forest under the trees, which was as beautiful as a deep forest; some beautiful birds flew from nowhere, plucking their feathers peacefully , Looking forward happily.In the meantime, jumping, lying down and singing are all big and pure children, strong and graceful in physique.Many pedestrians outside the wall stopped to watch, pointing and laughing. "Isn't this the fairyland!" He lowered his head, feeling as if he swallowed a ray of pleasure straight into his stomach; his arms were folded backwards, his hands pinched each other, and the joints creaked.He remembered the conversation last night and the article he read carefully, and thought about his future: "The other colleagues haven't fully seen it, and the few who have seen it don't know what they are; but according to Jiang Bingru, he always He is a conscientious and thoughtful educator. If a person is willing to do his best to educate, even if he is alone and helpless, he must go forward. What's more, he does have comrades, and he is introducing me as a comrade. I should work harder than last year , wherever possible, always do the best. Tomorrow school starts, and I hope that many students who have come to meet at this moment will receive my rich and practical contributions. Ah, students who have not met yet, I have already seen you playing games here !"

Two hours later, he and Li Yigong were on the street; he was anxious to post a letter to his mother, so he checked the post office with him.The city street runs from east to west, and is more than three miles long.At this time, the morning market has not yet left, and the burden of selling vegetables and fish and shrimp often hinders the footsteps of pedestrians.Talking, negotiating prices, choosing things, it's quite disturbing.Various shops are also urban style, but the scale is relatively small; one or two friends sit in the shop cabinet, looking very leisurely. A stranger came to the market, and everyone couldn't help but stare at him curiously for a while.Some just looked at it and finished it; some instructed him to study with others. Is it a friend of the teacher at the school, or was it sent by the superior to check the school?Huanzhi felt that he had attracted the attention of others. Although he was not ashamed, he always felt a little uncomfortable, so he just lowered his eyes and looked at the road ahead.

The post office is a very small store, and a sign with short handwriting that is barely legible is hidden under the eaves. If it weren't for Yi Gong saying, "Mr. Guo, is the parcel still unsealed?" No one would have missed it. "No, no, it's about to be sealed now. Do you have a letter from your husband?" The slanting sunlight only shone on the roof of the small shop, and the room was very dark; Huanzhi closed his eyes, opened them again, and saw a person at the counter binding up stacks of letters. "No. It's this Mr. Ni who has a letter. He is a newly hired gentleman in our school. You have another client."

"Okay, okay, very welcome." The postmaster saw that the sender had left, so he raised his head and shouted to the clerk in the tea shop across the street, "Hi! This stranger is named Ni, and he is a new gentleman from the high school." "Sir?" The tea shop clerk seemed relieved, "He is so young, I think he is at least twenty years old." After stopping for a while, the tea shop clerk took another opportunity to tell the neighboring shop.It arouses in some minds a mild but never vicious hostility.If you ask them why they have this kind of awareness, they can't tell, they just feel as if they have let someone else pull out another hair...

Mr. Huanzhi and Mr. Yi finished walking the city street and turned a corner onto a very high bridge. The masonry used to be very neat, but now it has collapsed, and the cracks in the stone steps are filled with withered grass.Turn back to the direction you came from.Looking forward, it is a river behind a row of city houses.There are a lot of ships of all kinds berthed, and some are also traveling.There are young women or old women squatting on the stone ports. They wash clothes, vegetables and dishes.The scaled roof stretches all the way to the sky; the whitewashed walls are shining with a clear light; in the middle there are dense green cypress trees and so on, and there are a few wisps of comfortable cooking smoke curling up.

Facing this picture of rural life, Huanzhi fell into beautiful meditation again.He thought that the people he saw this morning seemed to be very stable and at ease; even an old woman selling vegetables, she seemed to be arguing with others about the price casually, without being nervous at all.In the past few years, in the society of the city, most of what I saw was the tricks of scrambling and deceiving.Here, the virus probably hasn't been infected yet. He thought about it for some time, he could rent two or three houses under this scaly roof and take his mother to live there; so besides teaching students, he still had to accompany his mother.In this way, it is also good to be a teacher for life from now on. Being a teacher should be done for life.

A peaceful smile floated on his face. "It's not far across the bridge, it's Mr. Jiang's home," Yi Gong pointed to the other side of the bridge.The houses over there are very sparse, densely packed, and there are several bamboo forests; farther away is the endless wheat field, which is completely covered by the dazzling sunlight at this time. "Shall we go and see him?" "OK." Yigong led the way and walked into Bingru's guest room.This is a western-style room: above the fireplace, there is a reproduced oil painting hanging horizontally, depicting a young girl with one hand resting on one hand, her beautiful eyes drooping slightly, meditating there.Two large sofas with different styles and different comforts are placed in front of the fireplace.On the opposite side is an exquisite piano table; in the vase after the rain, there are a few branches of wintersweet that have not yet fully bloomed.On the wall inside are four screen strips of Wu Changshuo's running script, which are vivid and concise, and it is more interesting to look at them as a whole than to look at them one by one.Under the wall is a tea table and two chairs with low backs.There is a round table in the center surrounded by four round chairs.The floor is carpeted.The light came in from between the two tall and wide window sills, and the whole room was bright enough.A wall clock in front of the right wall plays a light and gentle tune. Li Yigong pulled out a round chair for Huanzhi very familiarly, and pulled out another one himself. At the same time, he gestured with his mouth, and then said: "Mr. Jiang himself instructed the craftsmen to build this house. You see, this He also drew the pattern of the decorative pattern where the ceiling and the wall meet, and taught the craftsmen to paint it the same way." Huanzhi sat down, looked up, and said: "I can see that he has such a temper: he has to pass himself through everything before he is satisfied. In his article, there are ancient Chinese, modern, and foreign educators. Yes, psychologists, sociologists, all kinds of remarks are adopted; but he said that he did not adopt them because they are someone or someone, but because their words are reasonable, so he adopted them as his own. This is not Come on, he has his own system." "He often talks about these things. He is simply a philosopher." Yi Gong said with a relaxed smile. At this time, Bingru walked in and said happily: "I was going to school, but you two came first. Have you read my article?" He looked at Ding Huanzhi expectantly; , also pulled out a chair and sat down. "Look, look carefully." "The most important thing is, what's wrong and not thoughtful?" Bingru's face was very solemn, and her worries were revealed in her voice. "I don't think so," Huanzhi said very calmly, expressing that it was definitely not an ordinary perfunctory. "To be honest, this is what I know about education; but I have not organized these materials into a systematic view. Now that I have read Mr. Yes. I have benefited a lot from Mr.!" Huanzhi went on to say: "I strongly believe what Mr. said, that is: we can't give children anything; we can only arrange a suitable state for children, let them seek and grow by themselves, and we will start from Give them this kind of help. The current education is too heavy on books. Teaching and learning are nothing more than words, words! Little do they know that children come to live in schools; Dry and shriveled." "So I have always wanted to change. It is more uncomfortable and ashamed than not being able to wake up after awakening. But I didn't—" Bingru simply regarded Huanzhi as a close friend for many years. At this time, he was no more drunk than last night He was blindly happy from time to time, frowning slightly, and wanted to tell this friend about the hardships of having no one to work with him; but when he suddenly remembered that there was Yigong beside him, he stopped talking.He coughed dryly, and continued: "But I don't have a specific solution, and I can't start at the moment. I will discuss it carefully with you in the future, and I will change it slowly." He also said to Yigong in a special tone: "Your homework is the easiest to get rid of books; when you open your eyes, you can see the materials. It is really so-called that you can pick them up. Where you can use words, at most they are records and reports of research and observation." Yigong misunderstood, thinking that Bingru meant to blame, and quickly said: "That, that's good. I used to focus too much on memorizing. I want to use more local materials in the future, and don't ask them to memorize textbooks." Bingru asked Huanzhi again if his article had the power to move people.Huanzhi didn't know that he had a special purpose in writing that article. He only said that a reasoning article is no better than a lyrical article. Even if he speaks comfortably and thoroughly, he still has a rational face. "No. I mean, after my explanation, will people who read the article be happier about their careers?" "Happy! For example, I feel that I have recognized my own path more clearly, so I can only walk forward with my head held high." The servant walked in gently and presented a letter.Bingru took it apart and looked at it, and said to himself: "He wants to be free!" He showed a slightly unhappy face and said to the two guests: "It's the Jiang Shidiao that Uncle Shu mentioned last night. His son wants to go to school for free. Wang Yuweng Write a letter to say. Of course, you can’t say whether you can afford to pay the fees for accepting students; but he, how can he not afford such a small amount of tuition fees!”