We're together
On the morning of October 19th, an ordinary morning, that Tuesday.
Like countless days as calm as water, I got up on time and was about to leave for work on time when I received a call from Sun Chenxuan's mother. Habitually connected, thinking that she was going to give the child a leave of absence, I did not expect the following content to make me stunned.
Yes, it was stunned and a little hesitant.
"Teacher, are classes suspended today?"
"Suspension? I didn't get a notice. As I answered, I thought quickly, is this true?
I hung up the phone and opened the WeChat group, and sure enough, it was true.
On October 19th, the day we pressed the pause button, all the schools closed.
In the past 20 days, in order to cooperate with the nucleic acid test, I have been to the school several times, the campus is quiet, less children's laughter, reading sounds, the school has become very deserted.
Walking into the classroom of the third and third classes, empty desks and chairs were placed there alone, waiting for familiar faces to meet them.
Sitting alone at the lectern and scanning the classroom, I could almost accurately find each child's seat, and their cute faces appeared in front of me.
They laugh slyly, laugh happily; cry mischievously, cry sadly; shout with joy, shout with exaggeration, run with pride, run with shyness...
The circular hand-copied newspapers posted on the wall, several of which were circled with horns, and the four words written by Xiaoming, "Dragon Horse Spirit", also hung down listlessly.
The children, who had put good food on the table, opened the drawer, took out two packs, and gave them to the staff who made the nucleic acid.
Looking at the vibrant flowers in front of the window, I picked up the kettle and said to them, "Drink, drink." ”
What else can I do besides that?
There is no need to remind students to engage in hygiene, no need to batch a stack of homework, no need to easily walk into the classroom and say to the noisy children, "Hello classmates, please sit." ”
You don't have to follow them downstairs to do exercises, you can't hear anyone complaining, you can't see someone running around in the corridor, and you don't have to worry about who is late, who has stomachaches, who is arguing with whom.
Is this what I want?
Standing in a classroom without 55 children, I thought for a long time.
Is Xiaoxing okay? Do you still love to cry your nose?
Yin Gengyun, will he still fall at home?
Li Yizhe, will he still laugh so exaggeratedly?
Fu Chen, do you still dance street dance?
Wu Haoxuan, are you still secretly painting?
Xiao Yuze, still fold paper airplanes?
Wei Yichuan, is your horizontal writing flat?
Xu Linghui, will you still write the words backwards?
Emily, are you still eating your mother's chicken and rice flowers?
Ma Wenlin, Xiao Ming, are you still fiddling with small pieces of paper in your hands while listening to lectures?
Big long-legged Sun He, is it growing tall again?
Li Yixuan, is writing still so slow?
Chen Jiani, are your birds still calling?
Ho, what's your kitten's name?
Wang Jiaqing, when your mother is not at home, do you still take care of your brother?
Yang Yanxiang, love to write homework, right?
Chen Shixuan, are you still so shy?
……
When taking online classes, Zhang Xinyi's mother who transferred away always paid attention to the class group, and she asked me to tell the children that they must study seriously, and Zhang Xinyi, who was far away in Fujian, thought of us...
Zhang Xinyi, the little girl who laughed into a brilliant flower as soon as she danced the street dance, are you also taking online lessons?
55 children, every one of them I want to know.
00:46
Walking out of the classroom, the huge playground was empty.
The empty streets were scattered and scattered, and a few pedestrians hurried through them. The days when the epidemic is raging are the days of learning at home and the days of online classes.
Online lessons, do nucleic acids. Doing nucleic acids and online classes became the whole life of me and my children.
Turn on the computer, hold the mobile phone, connect on time at the allotted time, the teacher explains, the children actively cooperate, and we move the effective classroom to the home.
Cherish the 40 minutes together, respect every child, their every answer, every homework, every smiling face seems so kind.
Across the screen, I saw videos of children dancing their fingers, explained math problems with boards and eyes, made science micro-lessons, saw dandelions drawn by children that moved with the wind, saw math problems on neat and clean homework books, language homework, and heard children's childish voices answering questions, my heart was touched.
They grew up, grew faster under the care of their families, painted, sang, danced, cooked food, made crafts, all of them were so outstanding, so amazing.
This is the child who has been with me for three years, the child who grew up from a young age, the cuteness is permeated with spirit, the naughtiness contains wisdom, and the well-behaved shows a bit of atmosphere.
At this moment, the snowflakes flying outside the window bring surprises to adults and children, and such a day makes people happy.
The spirits covered the streets of the city, and in an instant they became wet again, and the petals hiding in the branches of the trees were heavily dressed in white for the green trees. Looking around, on the hillside and in the fields, it is even more white and desolate.
The snow brought news of winter, it was hard, cold, and as cold as this virus.
I stood quietly in front of the window, holding out my hand, letting the cold crystal melt in the palm of my hand, and the song "Snowman" echoed in my ear.
It's cold
The snow had accumulated so deeply
merry christmas to you
Someone I love dearly
All winter at your door
are you my snow man
I waited obsessively
The following lyrics, I want to write to the children I care about.
The snow is falling by piece
Condensed with my thoughts about you
My life is wonderful because of you
You still have my warmth in your hands
Snow piece by piece,
Dance seriously in the sky
Winter is coming
And I will be reunited with you
Yes, when winter comes, we will be reunited.
In fact, we are not separated, we just change the way we are together. The way you read is beautiful, the way you write your homework is beautiful, and the way you listen to lectures is still so beautiful.
The virus cuts off our campus life together, but it is separated from the enthusiasm of continuous online teaching, and the educational feelings of educating people with temperature.
The virus is terrible, and we are doing a tenacious fight against it at home.
Together, we cheer for Lanzhou, we cheer for Gansu, and the wave of shouting is higher than the wave.
Compared with this euphemistic and poignant song, I think at this time we need the exciting "Lanzhou Refueling" composed by Lanzhou local musicians.
Come on Lanzhou
The motherland is behind you
How can wind and rain block the time when the sun comes
The motherland is behind us
Unity of purpose
Around the motherland
We firmly believe that with the hundredfold efforts of steely medical staff, the extraordinary perseverance of volunteers, and the self-conscious protection of thousands of residents of the city, our city will soon return to the traffic of the past.
At that point, I would stand at the door of the third and third classrooms, waiting for every classmate, and I would tell them that we were always together.