As the date of return draws nearer and nearer, every time I walk out from the school gate, I can't help but look back at the signboard with the name of the school, and the golden words always leap into my eyes at that moment, and reach my heart.
All along the way, stumbling, it is hard to usher in the day of return, looking back but found that the days of Thailand to teach, the night away from the time of the three talents, slowly slipping away. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need, and then you have to pay for the services you need.
For two consecutive weeks, I insisted on walking to school at night. Every time I go to walk I will play two buckets of water back by the way, and every time I play back the water, is the gatekeeper uncle to help me go to the school primary and secondary school building inside to play! The two guards said I went to walk, they went to patrol by the way to help me beat back, placed in the guards, and when I finished walking, just bring back. Although, every time our communication is limited to a few simple Chinese Thai, but every time they show the Thai kind of simple sheep smile.
A few days ago, the janitor's sister knew that I was going back to China, suddenly she hugged me tightly and said don't go back, the power of that hug is never perfunctory.
The janitor's sister, fat, round face, a brown cap, a brown security uniform, a bunch of loose ponytail tied in the back of the head, a pair of big black eyes will smile into a line, her skin is because of years of exposure, glowing with a layer of dark and shiny light. Every morning, when I walked into the school door, the big sister will raise a kind smile, crisp to me, "Savadika", and so I also Ying Ying smile in response to the "Savadika", the big sister immediately on my dress that day, as long as she thinks it looks good, she will put up a smile. If she thought it looked good, she would give me a thumbs up and say se sui (Thai for "beautiful clothes") or ka bom sui ji (Thai for "beautiful clothes"). Or ka bom sui jing jing (Thai: the dress is very beautiful). The gatekeeper's big sister, like a tree, not too high and not too big, but also can shade out a piece of green shade of Sancai.
Sometimes, if I come to school a little early in the morning, I will run into the cute and lovely police uncle, who is responsible for the traffic direction work in front of our school every day, and occasionally chat with me, but more often, he will be far away from me to smile, and then salute.
A round of food, a scoop of water, a pen, a book, in San Cai, people can't be bothered, I don't change my joy. Every day, facing the first ray of morning sun in Thailand, embracing the bright smile of the doorman sister, piggybacking on the sincere smile of the police uncle salute, bring their own pleasant and beautiful mood, unknowingly, I have walked through 330 busy and fulfilling days!
There are still 22 days to go before we can return to the motherland. There have been many times in the dream to run to the embrace of the motherland, each time I have this wandering lonely heart warm and then hold tight, how many times in the nightmare, but also do not forget to count the door that a few degrees of osmanthus dark fragrance. If you have never left, you do not know how difficult it is to return, if you have never lost, you do not know how precious it is to have. Leaving the motherland for 11 months, immediately returned to the beautiful China, embracing the familiar Nanning! This kind of mood is not experienced people will not really understand.
However, the feeling of being close to home is even stronger. Today, the principal of the Thai department, the dance teacher of the Thai department and a Thai teacher of the kindergarten, we ate together in the dining hall, when they knew that I would not go back to Sancai after going back to China, they were surprised to stare at me and asked me repeatedly with big eyes, "Why?" "a lai (what)? " After they understood the situation, they all shook their heads, and then helped me with all kinds of tricks to let me stay in San Cai, they said that I should go back to China and bring my son here to study, and that I don't want my Chinese husband. Thai dance teacher is more direct hands holding me, face hanging sad, eyes full of reluctance, mouth kept chanting: "mei huai kua ban liao (Thai meaning: not to go back!) . ." I know, these lovely kind and simple Thai people, they should be like me, can not let go of me.
In the school, the legend of the most difficult to communicate with the two older Thai teachers, never a serious face, not good at talking, do not smile, walking are not looking at people, and do not say hello. Once in the cafeteria, the Thai teacher of the second grade (1) class suddenly came up to me and asked me "a luai mei". Her words were as soft as a fragrant jasmine flower in my ears. Ling Xingyun, who was next to me, was shocked. She said she had been here for two years and had never seen this teacher talk to a Chinese teacher like this. I smiled and said, "It's okay, she treats me quite well every time I go to her class. She often helps me to maintain discipline, and she often gives me snacks to eat." The one in the fifth grade (1) class, Ms. Thai Man, would stop with a smile and exchange pleasantries with me every time she saw me. In my eyes, these two oldest Thai teachers, like the clear lotus in the water, quietly blossomed, happy in their own beauty.
Life is a flower that doesn't know when to bloom, however, only by sowing the seeds of friendliness in the kind and friendly soil, life will give you one surprise flower after another.
On weekends, I rush to the station to catch the last class back to school. Just when I arrived at the Victory Monument station, the tall, lanky, dark-skinned, slightly curly-haired ticketing uncle, as soon as he saw me, immediately grinned excitedly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and then pointed at me in Thai English and said, "I ? Your friends?" The ticket man was there, always greeting me in rich Thai English and arranging for me to sit in the front of the van, knowing that I would get carsick. I am very lucky to have such kindred strangers who care and love me in a country far away from my relatives.
The road of life is full of people coming and going. In those most chilling days on my missionary road, these kind people, it is an honor for you to come into my life. And all of you who have passed through my world are people with destiny. Like the warm winter sun, you have brought bursts of warmth and encouragement to my bleak heart. After tonight, most of the Chinese teachers have gone back to their home countries, leaving me alone. Tonight, the moon and stars, in the silence, taking advantage of the bright light of the teachers' dormitory in San Cai a little more tonight, I went to the school to get water again, and night walk San Cai's campus, the janitorial uncle still help me to get the mineral water to play back ------ Ran, the empty campus, only the sound of the footsteps of my feet that a burst of lonely shadows, one after another, inexplicably, the bottom of the heart of the oil rose up a kind of vague attachment and unwillingness to give up.
The past covered by the passing years, from my world passed by those who have the destiny, you are a tree tree blossom, you are love, you are warm. Along the way, you gave me a lot of love, courage and strength, so that I like a sun and then go to meet some other destiny, touched, grateful. But on the road of life, there are many forks in the road, we have to wave goodbye here.
Juicing a handful of destiny, holding a know-how, book a faraway, surplus a smile, the heart, always grateful to the warm. This is the parting of the ferry, but also the beginning of the port.