The years are in a hurry, and the man is old and gone.
(a) 1993
I was 14 years old, she was 15 years old, he was also the largest 16 years old. We had both graduated from junior high school, and we were both children, but we were already prospective teachers.
A group of teenagers who did not go out of the county and put on the iron rice bowl, only a few from the county, the rest are from the mountains and villages, the future is still unlimited vision.
The first time into the piano room, the first time to pick up a paintbrush, the first time into the place called the reading room, the first time to see the Western musical instrument called the flute, the black pipe, but also boldly blew it ......
That year, we are very busy, hurriedly proud of the monthly subsidies received, hurriedly practicing hard! with three words and one sentence, hurriedly envious of the fourth graders' graduation presentations and painting exhibitions.
(2) 1994
In the second year, the school did a major reshuffle, dividing one grade into a music class and an art class, which was said to be for the purpose of training more specialized teachers. There were more music and art classes, but no English classes. Some students were glad that they didn't have to learn that gibberish at last, while others felt sorry for it, but thought that they didn't have English classes in elementary school anyway, so they didn't feel much of anything.
The music class, with its large number of girls and boys, has an incredibly active atmosphere. The class was taught an accordion, which was compulsory for music students, and "Yao Dance" and "Happy Xianglang Festival" floated over the campus.
The class formed a pipe band, string band, there are also students with the rise of dance halls in the county to learn the drums, look very handsome and cow look.
Reading the "teenage son of heaven", suddenly like the history, always pretending to give the big guy to talk about it;
Reading the "Muslim funeral", quietly came to the Zhuanglang River for Han Crescent cried her hastily lost years, but more melancholy about their own Chu Yanchao will be who is around.
After the evening study hall, the palm candle talked about Sun Shaoping and Tian Xiaoxia's poignant love, lamenting our ordinary world.
Also skipped class, in the corner of the playground vigorously chanting Ximurong and Wang Guozhen, choose the far side of the wind and rain.
The students of the wind band practiced various marches, and the teacher said the rhythm was unstable; the students of the string band practiced the Spring Festival Overture, and the teacher said the bows were inconsistent; the students of the art class, all of whom carried easels on their backs, created youthful scrolls by the nameless spring.
Like it or not, love it or not, in a hurry, half of the time of the teacher's training will be over.
(3) 1995
Cluelessly, the female students began to learn to dress up, and some of the male students began to wash their white shirts. The story of the young boys and girls of the flowering season was sweet and sour, and many of them became girls and boys, while others willingly became supporting roles in the story of youth. The story of the other people's stories, but in the heart of the secretly think about their own affairs of the heart.
The days are in a hurry, the story is in a hurry.
The days were stretched, such as the shadow of the high chimney sunset on the big playground; the days were worn thick, such as those self-study exams to take the specialty paper; the days were sealed, such as those written on the handbill of the young poem.
As we begin to look ahead to graduation season, we also look coldly at the hurried figures of the underclassmen.
Bewildered by the three-foot podium of the world in the end is how big, the pain of the loss of not being appreciated, but also stayed in the young and frivolous flowers and applause.
(3) 1997
Canghai changed to Mulberry Outlet, can not erase my thoughts of you, and called you again and again my 1997.
Let the air and sunshine be filled with true love, 1997 I call you fondly
In 1997, Hong Kong returned to the motherland, the global Chinese were excited, and we also ushered in the graduation season in the celebratory call and call of the whole country.
She harvested a sweet love, he found the confidence of the big boys, I also secretly wiped away the tears from now on to write everything into the thoughts, the teacher said: I wish you return is still a teenager!
Many words were not enough to finish, and many people were not able to join hands.
The music class put on a party, the art class held a calligraphy and painting exhibition. In that small county, we competed to show excellence and maturity.
Backpacked and ready to go, the next stop, my podium, I'm in charge.
In the countryside in August, the waves of wheat rolled over, the fields are full of the joy of harvest, the village school ushered in the new teacher, the sun is bright and youthful.
"Teacher!" Sticky sweet bang, called the soft you also called the budding me, from then on, the little budding child has become just grown up our obsession, a lifetime a love affair, a teacher a promise of faith!
Then, we put the most innocent beauty, stay in the ding-dong sound of the nameless spring ......
Then, she said: I stand in the wind, thinking of you!