Parcel

Today, Weibo gives a topic of childhood favorite game. When it comes to childhood, my mind keeps rolling, and the dusty memory comes to my mind again. When I was young, the conditions of rural primary schools were poor. The ancestral temple was our classroom, and the threshing ground in front of the house became our stadium by the way. The Double classes from grade one to grade three were all courses, including Chinese, arithmetic, music and sports are just a teacher, who is in the third grade and the second grade. After the second grade, he will teach the first grade again. It goes round and round, from morning to night, a pack of them to the end. The so-called PE class is to play games on the threshing ground, such as the eagle catching chickens, sitting on the rocker board, playing drums and passing flowers, etc. Among many games, what I like most is, it’s about to pass the flowers by drum. When it comes to passing flowers by drumming, I believe most of the children in that era had played with it, that is, to put the whole class into a circle hand in hand and then squat down, choose a drummer to sit in the center of the circle and cover the eyes, prepare a red flower and hold it in a classmate’s hand. When the teacher shouted, the drummer began to beat the drum. When the drum rang, the red flower began to pass. When the drum stopped, the red flower fell on someone’s hand, who has to perform. In fact, the program is also very simple. You can sing a song, tell a small story, recite a few quotations, even shout a few folk songs, turn over a few kites and make faces, if the program is performed well, there will be rewards. It is said to be a reward, but in fact it is just the smiling face of the teacher and the applause of encouragement! At the beginning, everyone was very afraid that the unlucky red flower would fall into their hands. I remember that after winning the lottery for the first time, I was so embarrassed that I almost cried. Under the encouragement of the teacher, I stammered and finally finished a small story, After the speech, the teacher clapped his hands desperately, so the students clapped their hands. After getting the teacher’s affirmation, they began to feel proud again. Later, I gradually found that the teacher was very humanized, and as long as you actively participated in the performance, he would give rewards. Therefore, everyone is eager for luck to come and the red flower to fall into their own hands. Of course, the students’ desire for red flowers is obviously not for the red flowers themselves, but for a performance opportunity. The teacher seemed to understand our thoughts, and made some changes to the rules from that moment, stipulating that if the red flower falls in the hands of the students who have already performed the festival, it will be postponed downward, it can be regarded as falling on the head of the next classmate who did not perform for the festival. Such a small idea gives everyone a chance. Since then, on the first night of PE class, I will carefully prepare several small stories, hoping to show my face is such an ordinary little game, which will give us childhood, it brings great happiness. During the Spring Festival of the year after taking part in the work, several classmates of childhood invited to visit the teacher who taught us to write our own name. The old man had retired and was sitting in the stadium to bask in the sun. After a burst of caring and attentive, he naturally talked about the interesting stories of childhood, and inevitably talked about the passing of flowers by beating drums. When I asked the teacher why he was so keen on this kind of small game at that time, the teacher paused and said, on the one hand, it was limited by conditions. At that time, he hadn’t watched basketball and volleyball, let alone played, they can only do those small games because of their bad habits; On the other hand, the reason is that children have different talents. Some like singing, some like dancing, some like sports, and some like stories as much as you do; however, this kind of mini-game can release every child’s nature, reflect every child’s talent, and further cultivate every child’s interest; In fact, how much can the teacher teach you is the so-called master leading the door, practice in individuals. As a teacher, especially a primary school teacher, the first thing is to love and understand children, release children’s nature, discover children’s talent and cultivate children’s interest, interest is one’s best teacher. With interest, nothing can be learned. The so-called teaching students according to their aptitude probably lies here! What the teacher said made me suddenly enlightened. Yes, it is because of such a small game and a good teacher who knows children that my childhood partner’s talent has been fully played. The singer who likes singing became a little famous singer, the singer who likes to recite quotations became a little long, the singer who likes to turn over the kite became a PE teacher, and so on. By the way, I forgot to tell myself that I haven’t changed much. I still like to collect and make up some small stories. Writing here, the topic about games should have ended, but when thinking of the current education, when hearing the reasons that excuse the current education, such as school conditions, teachers’ treatment, teachers’ status and so on, I don’t want to mention those strange talks between professors and families called beasts, experts and bricks here. However, I naturally think of my teacher. The society needs good teachers! I hope that his teacher’s morality can be passed down by one hand like the red flowers passing through the drum, giving our next generation, the next generation, a sunny tomorrow forever. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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Spring

Walking alone on the street, the lingering spring breeze comforted me like a woman’s soft hands. Some worries, hopes, memories and sadness become a circle of gradually disappearing ripples. How can we live up to such a good spring breeze? Don’t want anything, open your mind, open your heart, blow away your hair and immerse yourself in it completely. The spring breeze blows away the budding buds of all things, and the spring breeze blows out hope and beginning. The spring breeze is a good medicine for me to treat trauma. My wife finally proposed to break up with me, and the marriage life of six years would break up in this beautiful spring. On the contrary, this is not a satire on life and life, but a response to the saying that spring is the beginning of the growth of all things. Buddha said, everything goes with fate. A Dream of Red Mansions is good, and the song is also thorough. After all, we should go. We should always come. Facing life calmly and living a good life every day may be the best response to life. The spring breeze blows away the smiling faces of pedestrians, and the street vendors smile lightly. The various front rooms are opened one after another. From time to time, the sound of firecrackers welcoming the opening is heard unconsciously passing through a street, I saw the old lady selling newspapers again under a tree. She also started a new life in the year of tiger! My heart moved awe-inspiring while I still forgot in the spring breeze and sank in the reality. I have been paying attention to the old lady for three years. No matter it is cold or hot, and the wind and dust are flying, I often meet this old lady who sells newspapers on the Communist Youth League road or donger Road. The old lady is over seventy years old, with gray hair, thin, wrinkled face, turbid concave eyes and persistent expression. She sat on the stone along the road, with a shabby baby carriage beside her legs. The newspaper in the carriage was only a kind of Zibo sound screen newspaper, about twenty copies. The old lady waited silently like this, watching the cars coming and going, solidifying into a scenery and coordinate in the raised car dust. On my way off work, I wanted to stop for several times to buy her newspaper, but I didn’t like reading “sound screen newspaper”, and I was busy in the world, even though occasionally touched by my heart, unexpectedly, I rode away unwittingly. I hate my selfishness, impetuousness and soul without love. The old lady was still the old lady last year. She didn’t buy new clothes for herself. There were still 20 or 30 copies of “Sound Screen newspaper” in the baby carriage. Her sitting posture and persistence and expression remained the same, but her hair grew longer, standing up in the wind, like a cluster of burning white flame. All of a sudden, I saw my mother from her white hair, which was like white hair, fluttering in the mountain wind in the field, twining my mother standing at the head of the village and sending me away. The eyes contained that unwilling and concerned, expectations and blessing. My old mother, now my son has done another wrong thing, please raise your aging and dry hands to hit me. I am no longer crying like when I was a child, I was only worried that it hurt your hands. I walked gently to the old lady. No, it was my mother. I wanted to say something, but my throat choked, I could only say one word from time to time. I wanted to buy a newspaper. The old lady looked up at me rudely. She held out a piece of newspaper with her slow dry hand and handed it to me. Then she looked straight at the street where the traffic was going. I hurriedly took out 100 yuan and put it into the old lady’s hand, picked up all her newspapers, and hurried away, tears like the flood that opened the gate, gushed out [finished] and wrote it on the 2010224 Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…