Longing for spring

The wind blows the yellow earth. From time to time, the loess fluttered in the air, and then, it fell calmly. At the top of the hill, there stood a little peasant girl: a small face with red flowers and a red jacket. At this moment, her eyes were filled with sorrow and every trace of emotion left by the past.

In the chaotic grass below the mountain, a grave loomed. The only thing that could be seen clearly was a bouquet of plums inserted in the grave, a long strip of white wrinkled paper wrapped around the longest branch, making a desolate sound in the wind, as if to pour out something to this yellow land, to the little girl on the mountain...

Five years ago, a young woman had made a solid footprint of herself on this land. She has a pair of beautiful eyes, showing fullness and self-confidence, and the corners of her mouth always show a sunny smile: natural, fresh, so it is always reminiscent of the goddess of Chinese folklore. She wears a sky blue cloth coat and white cloth pants, which looks more plain and elegant. She had come to teach in the village, which made the whole village talk about her. A little girl dressed in a red flower jacket, with black eyes, huddled in the crowd listening to the conversation of the adults, thinking that she wanted to see this new teacher. The little girl thought about it for a long time, and finally made up her mind to come to a small tile room. The villagers said that the new teacher lived here. The little girl hesitated, and finally she licked her lips and knocked on the door. The door opened, and Zhang greeted her with a smiling face full of youthful breath, and that smile gave people a very bright and sunny feeling. The female teacher looked at the shy little girl in front of her with a little bit of wildness, and asked happily, "You are from this village?" Well, you're the new teacher, my name is Sanya. "Three ladies!" The female teacher smiled again, more brilliant than the previous time, and then bent down again and gently held the small face of the three women, and said with warmth: "This name is not very good, the teacher gave you a scientific name, okay?" Scientific name? What's the scientific name?"" It is the name used for school, also known as the daimyo. "Oh." The little girl nodded. "What do you like to do?'" Whisper to the birds. "Good! It seems that your imagination is quite rich, so let's call you 'Wendi'!" Well, the name is like my steamed buns, it's delicious!" Silly girl, how can you eat a name?" After saying that, the female teacher laughed again.

After that, the little girl went to see the female teacher who named herself almost every night. Once, she saw what the teacher was intently writing, as if she wanted to write all her efforts into it, and she couldn't help asking, "Teacher, what are you writing?" I'm writing poetry. The teacher's voice was soft like the whispers of a dream. "Can I listen?" The little girl asked with her eyes wide open. "Okay, you've listened: the east wind is coming quietly, and the mountain grass is raining down. If the swallows return, the tourists will not return. When the poem was finished, the little girl said innocently, "It's really good, just like the whistle of the little birds on the old locust tree of my family." "Really? Don't look at you a little big, your mouth will be able to say it. The little girl blinked her eyes and said more seriously, "Really, don't lie to you, if you lie, this is it." The little girl held out her little thumb and dangled in front of the female teacher's eyes. Suddenly, the female teacher was amused by this cute act, and carefully looked at the little girl with a kind eye: "Do you want to be a writer?" writer? What's in charge?" The little girl asked foolishly. "A writer is someone who can write an article. When I was a child, I dreamed of being able to accept the holy call in the temple of literature and to be a writer who could write all souls. But then, my parents divorced, leaving me alone, and finally, after many thoughts and twists and turns, I came to this small village and decided to write a novel here as best I could. Nowadays, some have been written, and the title of the book is called 'Yearning'. Speaking of this, the female teacher looked out the window with great anticipation, and her face was full of happiness. Immediately he said, "WenDi, you are a very talented child in literature, and promised the teacher to be a person with achievements and a literary scholar." The female teacher turned her head, and the little girl did not answer, but just lowered her head and twisted her clothes with both hands. The female teacher picked up the little girl's face and said softly, "Don't you have the courage?" Remember the "Ugly Duckling" that your teacher once told you?" Soon, the little girl's black eyes lit up again, and the two looked at each other, and both smiled and smiled very quietly. At this time, an equally sacred yearning rose in their hearts and a common spiritual pillar was built.

Time has passed in the rising sun and sunset, and the four years of calm have become the topic of the past in this land. However, the bay of destiny is not always calm, on the contrary, it is a lot of waves, dangerous waves, it is unfair. Hand over

One spring night, the little girl listened to the poems read by the teacher as usual. Everything was safe, only the soft voice of the female teacher. It is as if the French composer Debussy's "Moonlight" echoes in the house. Suddenly, the lights on the roof flickered, and the wind outside the house violently shook everything and shook the world, while they were still immersed in art. It was not until the roof tiles fell from the sky and the dust flew everywhere that the little girl woke up from the drunkenness and was stunned, and the female teacher desperately hugged the little girl.

Early in the morning, nearby medical personnel and troops arrived. When they removed the bricks and tiles, they saw a young woman covered in dirt and scars, and a peasant girl who was protecting her underneath. They were taken to the county hospital.

After a while, the little girl woke up and struggled to see the teacher. When she came to the teacher's bedside, she saw the female teacher wrapped in bandages, shouting vigorously in her coma: "Wendi, flute, wen, flute..." The voice was very weak. The little girl wanted to say something, but she was blocked by tears. At this time, the female teacher trembled and stretched out her hand, touched the cute little face and said: "Wendi, you, you must remember what I taught you on weekdays, the teacher is leaving, promise me, be a noble person, be a person with a soul, and also, to find, find the manuscript, and write it." The teacher's voice intensified and became more urgent: "Wax, when the plum blossoms bloom, don't forget to insert a bunch on my grave." Finally, the female teacher's hand fell down, and she called out with the last warmth: "Wendi!" She went with her last hope, her face still had the original sunny smile, just a little white tranquility.

The little girl did not cry sadly, but leaned down and kissed the female teacher's forehead lightly.

A new tomb was built, just when the plum blossoms were proudly fragrant. The little girl silently inserted a bunch of plums wrapped in white wrinkled paper on the grave... Because of the rules in the village, the newly buried grave cannot be approached after two days, and it cannot be paid until the ghost festival. Therefore, every day, the little girl looked at the teacher's tomb on the top of the mountain, wept in her heart, and used her heart to pay tribute to the teacher's holy soul. Once she woke up, the teacher did not die, and in her body, the soul was resurrected. The little girl couldn't help but rub the manuscript wrapped in cloth in her arms, and felt a passion that she had never felt before burst out in every part of her body, and the little girl understood that this was a force, a force that could inspire her for a lifetime. Therefore, she was no longer gloomy, she became bright, full of confidence, and the sunny smile of the female teacher before she died, against the background of the blue sky, became more and more brilliant!