In the cold winter, the elf of time quietly came. In the faint night, holding a cup of tea, leaning against the window ledge to admire the lights of wanjia, turning his head, the little guy has fallen asleep. In the silence, thoughts rippled in this slowly rising mist of tea fragrance.
One afternoon, when my summer vacation balance was insufficient, a paper order sent me to a school that was completely unfamiliar. At first, I was resistant and afraid inside. As if with a hard scalp, I entered this new family. Soon, the kindness of everyone inexplicably eliminated my uneasiness, and more than 100 days passed, and I obviously felt the charm and warmth.
Here, although the building is some years old, the flowers and plants are fragrant in all seasons, and the air is full of comfortable nature unique to rural schools.
You see: small and quaint teaching buildings, smart and colorful children's palaces, fragrant libraries, and plum blossoms that shine with the first snow... Here, the bell is the highest instruction for life, study and work, standardized operation, and everyone accumulates strength for their dreams.
You see: in the conference room, focused eyes; On the playground, cheering laughter; In the classroom, the crisp sound of lectures; On the desk, serious and rigorous lesson plans... Here, the teachers are full of love in enthusiasm, kind in plainness, and full of warmth in smiles.
Here, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, the unknown educational fun is full of vitality.
Here, the "wildness" and innocence of the village children are released freely, and the wonderful moments captured under the shutter, frame by frame, always hit the softest part of the center.
You see: the childish smiling faces, the crisp and pleasant greetings, the rushing and jumping figures on the sports field, and the highly infectious programs in the literary and art performances, the works set up in the window, the hot tears in the love activities, the shining eyes in the study activities...
Outside the window, deeper dew, tea fragrance, but also quietly faded, but the warmth of the palm of the hand into the bottom of the heart, just like the silhouette of half a year's work.
Changsha County Ansha Town Shizhong Central Primary School Maohui
