The night faded the last rays of the setting sun, and the twilight darkened. A boy knelt in front of a ruin, choking, for a long, long time.
It was a sunny morning, and Zhang Ming walked into the campus alone. He had no relatives, his father was stoned to death while digging for ore in the ground; his grandparents died of illness very early; his mother married another man when he fostered Zhang Ming in a neighbor's house and never returned. But this innocent child's face was still full of cute smiles. The breeze brushed the lovely child's cheeks, and the lilac tree swayed, shaking him with lilacs.
But on such a beautiful and warm day, the nightmare quietly came to this campus...
"Today's lunch is delicious!" The students had just finished lunch and returned to the classroom with their round stomachs rolling. The class teacher Zhang Hao was responsible for managing everyone's lunch break, and everyone fell asleep sweetly, and no one noticed that there were cracks in the wall...
"Which naughty bag is shaking my chair?" The teacher rubbed his sleepy eyes and said confusedly.
"Ah" One of the classmates fell directly from the chair because the chair shook too badly. This cry opened the prelude to the confrontation between man and death.
The ceiling cracked open one after another, and he smiled and pounced on his classmates. Along with cries for help and screams, the walls were also terrifyingly split. "No, there's an earthquake!" I don't know who shouted, and the students panicked and fled in all directions. Some curled up under the desk; some squatted in the corner with their school bags; some cried and cried, standing at a loss...
"Students quickly hide under the desk, pay attention to protect the head!" The teacher's sonorous and firm words flowed into the hearts of every classmate like an energy, and each classmate quickly hid under the desk.
Debris flew down like hailstones, and the load-bearing walls wailed. At the moment when the classroom door frame was about to be crushed, I saw the class teacher Zhang Hao wrapped his clothes on his head and rushed up like an arrow off the string, supporting the door of life with his body.
"Classmates, run out of the door I'm holding, hurry! I couldn't hold on for long. ”
The students were moved to tears, and while escaping, they said to the teacher: "Teacher, you must come out safely!" ”
The timid students were frightened and their legs were weak, and Zhang Ming, who had been helpful since childhood, thought: "The teacher has already held up the door of hope for us, but we can't just ignore those injured and timid students!" So he learned the way the teacher looked, wrapped thick clothes around his head, picked up his classmates and rushed out...
In the end, only Zhang Ming and the class teacher Zhang Hao were left in the classroom.
Zhang Ming was sweating profusely and anxiously said to the teacher: "Teacher, let's go quickly, if we don't go anymore, the building will collapse!" ”
"Classmate Zhang Ming, you are the future of the motherland, and you still have a long way to go in life. You go fast, don't wait for the teacher, the teacher will come out..." The teacher gritted his teeth and braced the door hard.
"But, teacher, you..." Zhang Ming refused to take a step.
"It's a good student who listens to the teacher, and I'll let you get out of here right now!"
Zhang Ming was stunned, he had never seen Teacher Zhang who was usually like his father so angry. He gave the teacher one last glance and ran out of the building.
Teacher Zhang saw Zhang Ming run to the playground and smiled happily, and it was also the last time he smiled. He slowly released the supporting hand, and the teaching building issued the last trace of roar of "boom", and finally collapsed.
Zhang Ming stood on the playground and watched the collapse of the teaching building, but he did not see the figure of Teacher Zhang coming out. Feeling a pang in his heart, he suddenly understood something, and he knelt in front of the ruins and cried, "Teacher Zhang, didn't you say that you would come out?" You're lying! ”
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The moon protruded from the mountains, and the soft moonlight shone on the school, which sat between the mountains. A little boy knelt in front of the ruins, and the lilacs scattered on the ground. The orphan sobbed and cried softly, "'Daddy. ’”
This article is an original essay for sixth grade elementary school students
Author: Liu Zhuoyue
【Original works, please do not copy or embezzle】