Pure attachment

The pure soul is like white gardenia flowers, faintly emitting fragrance. When you pass by it, you can’t help stopping, appreciating it, praising it and leaving. People usually think that the eyes are the windows of the soul, which can reveal the scenery in the heart. But in this world, the purest eyes should be children? When he looked at you helplessly with his black and white pupils wide open, the attachment and desire conveyed in his eyes would crush your heart. Many years have passed, and I still can’t forget those eyes full of attachment. One day two years ago, I received a call from a friend who was the kindergarten director and asked me to help her. In this way, I started a day of preschool education. My friend’s kindergarten is not very large, and the scale is just so so. However, the facilities are relatively complete and the venue is also large. When I arrived, the children were still playing happily on the playground. Some are swinging, some are Pilling, and some are laughing on a small Trojan horse. A sea of joy. I went upstairs quietly and entered my friend’s office. After the warm reception, I was assigned to a big class for class. I said, no, we are not professional, and it will mislead children. Although my friends insisted again and again, I refused. Well, you go to the shift with me. The kindergarten is a new student who has just entered the school and has not adapted to the school. The teachers are all very hard. I accepted it and followed my friends to toban.? Why is it like having a class? Since they just left their families, the children are still in the adaptation period. Some of them are better. They can play toys independently, while most of them are wrapped around teachers and need to be hugged. Some need water to drink, some need to pee, and some are crying for their mother. Anyway, it is a mess of porridge. My friend said that the teachers had been very hard since they just entered the school. After a period of time, children will gradually adapt to it. My God, what can I do? I have never been particularly fond of children. When I see children, I have headache. I like quietness, while children are usually more lively. I feel that I can’t cope with this scene. Listening to the loud and tidy reading of the big class upstairs, I regret that I didn’t listen to my friends. Now, there is no way to choose again. Start work. There are several newly enrolled children in the classroom, crying, crying and asking for their mother. Several teachers are very busy. I picked up a crying boy nearby. Fortunately, he didn’t refuse me. Maybe he didn’t mean to see me. This little boy is about four or five years old. There were several drops of tears hanging on the white face and several shallow tears on the cheek of the small face. A pair of eyes, neither very big nor very round, but very divine. The small eyes rolled around my face, and I was embarrassed by him. I held him gently as much as possible. The child is sensitive, and he can capture your mind from the way and strength you hold him. Therefore, I tried to speak softly to show that I like him very much. Lol. Kid, you are so beautiful. Look, when you cry, this little face will be covered, just like a little cat, which is not good-looking. Listen to the aunt’s words and dry the tears. Ha, he stopped crying obediently. Good, road. It seems that today’s task is not particularly difficult. Hold him and wash his little face, oh, a little boy of Junjun. I thought that holding him and playing in the pile of toys for a while would be fine. Unexpectedly, I am more naive than him. Things didn’t develop perfectly as I thought. After a while, he started crying again. Ah, what can I do? I hurriedly took him out of the classroom, in case of infecting other children. I asked the baby gently as I walked, and told the aunt, what happened? I to outside Mother-in-law, with a crying voice, finally finished these syllables. Ha ha, this must be a child raised by a grandmother. Everyone wants his mother, but he wants his grandmother.?? At this time, I quickly turned over several schemes in my mind and were rejected one by one. I can’t really hold him to find his grandmother, let alone I don’t know him. Even if I know him, I can’t find him. How can he divert his attention? Well, my aunt will take you to grandma. He listened to me, stopped twitching immediately, and nodded obediently. Friends, don’t think that I am really taking him away, so I am not that stupid, right? So, I held him in my arms and walked over and over on the playground. Pretending to look carefully, he pulled away the grass and said as he walked: ah? Where is grandma? Will it be here? Will it be there? After several rounds, the little guy was also amused by this game. He may think this is also interesting. Not bad, he is not very heavy, otherwise, today is enough for me. After walking for about ten minutes, I begged for mercy. Baby, aunt is tired, you go down by yourself, OK? He nodded and agreed. As soon as I came, I held my hand tightly, fearing that I would fly away like a butterfly. In this way, we walked round and round on the playground with big hands and small hands. When I told him stories, he seemed to understand and listened quietly. What a quiet little boy. My friend motioned me to enter the classroom. I took his hand and walked towards the classroom. He didn’t resist at all. He let me hold hands, walked into the classroom, found a place to sit down, and his small body was tightly next to mine. I gently held him on my knees, took a stack of reading cards and watched them with him. I read it, and he followed. The child is articulate and has a clear pronunciation. Read it one by one. Suddenly, he pointed at a picture of Grandma and said loudly to me: Grandma! Grandma! Ha, this child, his mind is full of grandma’s kind appearance. The teachers nearby turned around when they heard the voice. After they understood what was going on, they all laughed. What a smart kid. I can clearly feel that he has completely accepted me. The child’s heart is very pure, like a clear lake, reflecting all the scenery. There were several times when I left him for a while. He began to look for me anxiously. When Aunt and aunt saw me appear in front of him again, there was a joy that could not be concealed in her eyes. Open your arms, like a bird rushing into my arms. As see long separation of relatives. Now, when I write like this, these beautiful pictures are still rippling in my mind. Vaguely, I can still think of that boy, his white face and clear eyes, revealing his pure attachment. Shortly after leaving, my friend called and talked about the little boy. For several days, he kept looking for aunt, from this classroom to that classroom, looking carefully. My child, aunt is just a cloud passing by occasionally in your life. Soon after, you will no longer remember the person who accompanied you to find grandma or the short laughter we had together. You will meet new friends and new friendships. Destined to be a passer-by, like a cloud, like a gust of wind, passing by someone’s window casually. Maybe some people remember, maybe they have long been forgotten. These are no longer important. What matters is that in your life, you will remember many past events that touched you. Even if it is just a little boy, pure attachment can also make people recall many years, many years

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