Textu/Chen Shubin
Oh my God, the news that Teacher J in the office was going to be transferred away went viral, and it spread among colleagues overnight. The congratulations of colleagues were endless, and many came to the office in person to "comfort".
Of course, as a former "master", I am naturally very happy for his "ascension", because some opportunities are really unattainable, and gold will always shine. As the saying goes, "the tree moves to die, the person moves to live", change the world, change the mood, change the way of life, maybe it can really create a miracle of life.
One morning, I was bored admiring the cute cactus ball on the windowsill. Lo and behold, its strange appearance with its crooked head is really eye-catching, the three-stage shape is somewhat different, and the waist is full of eleven balls of large and small sizes, which are the "good babies" it has nursed for many years. At this time, it can clearly see a small flower that has withered. It used to be so delicate, so feminine, it was simply unforgettable.
This is my lucky flower! A voice came quietly from the ear. I fixed my eyes on it, and it turned out to be Teacher J who was leaving.
"Why, why?" I couldn't help but ask.
I think back then, when it first blossomed, my son was born. Teacher J was slightly shy in his mystery and explained with a smile.
"This year is really joyful, it has two flowers, just in time for you to transfer away, for you to send off." Teacher S next to him said with a smile.
"Oh, what a coincidence, this pot of fairy balls turned out to be your lucky flowers!" I blurted out.
"I'm going to take this pot of lucky flowers with me." Young Teacher J said to himself, thoughtfully.
"It's so nice. Of course, this is your lucky flower! However, I also want to get your good luck and give me a small ball, right? "I'm obviously asking for his opinion.
"Well, no problem, whichever one you like, take it." He replied with great pleasure.
"Okay, I'll take one." Say it's late, it's fast. I took a handful of small scissors from my desk, carefully selected a small ball, and carefully placed it in a small box, ready to go home and plant it. I hope that it can take root and grow up to bloom like its "mother".
Somehow, the night before Teacher J left, I suddenly couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and I suddenly remembered something about him leaving. My heart was suddenly hot, and I wanted to send him a delicate little poem. Thinking about it, I passionately wrote a song called "Summer Farewell": "A thunderclap rose on the ground, and I overheard my best friend entering the upper echelons." This trip to Pengcheng is ninety thousand miles, and it will be turned upside down. I don't know when we will meet again. I advise J Jun to shake again and continue to write the brilliant laughter dream. ”
At dawn, I posted it to the WeChat group of the "Fifth Grade Family". This small poem with feelings actually received enthusiastic praise from colleagues.
That morning, I came to the classroom as usual. Unexpectedly, Teacher J also happened to come. As soon as we met, he actually smiled and said to me, "Thank you, Teacher Chen, I am really very touched." It's the best gift and I'll treasure it. Read it when you're fine. ”
"When I woke up suddenly last night, I thought of you, and I always wanted to send something, so I wrote a 'farewell poem' as a souvenir." I smiled and said. Teacher J listened to me say this and smiled even more happily!
In fact, when I first learned that Teacher J was going to fly away, I thought of sending him a blessing: the future is bright and the icing on the cake. Because he is a serious person, a good future and a happy life must belong to him!
About the Author
Chen Shubin, a primary school teacher, is originally from Huaiyuan County, Bengbu City, Anhui Province. He is currently working at Yankuang No.1 Primary School in Zoucheng City, Shandong Province.
In those scattered times, I like to use the words of truth, goodness and beauty to record the bits and pieces of life, freeze and show wonderful moments. At the same time, with the help of the expression of words, give play to the charm of words, let the soul be free, pure and peaceful, let life bloom with dazzling light, write the value of life, and embody the power of the spirit.
He has published many essays and essays in newspapers and magazines such as People's Daily (Overseas Edition), China Coal News, Contemporary Essays, China Education Daily, China Teachers Daily, Qilu Evening News, Shidao, Suriname China Daily, Philippine Business Daily, Jining Daily, Zoucheng Literature and Art, Xinzoucheng, Shandong Energy, etc.
One point Happiness is like a flower