Although it was in the middle of winter, several cherry trees in front of the classroom had brought the message of spring early, with pink smiling faces one by one, warming the mountain with stingy sunshine. A few birds played happily on the branches. The lawn under the tree is still yellow. Through the glass window, I secretly observed more than 50 students in the classroom and found that they were quite different from me. The top students in the front row are talking and laughing secretly, and the sitting around the front is changing greatly; The middle middle students, you say I laugh, you knock me, it’s weird; The underachievers in the back row, the sleepy sleep, stubborn people make troubles, while deserters are busy handing notes. The blackboard writing which was thought to be neat and delicate on the blackboard seemed to be skew and feeble at the moment. What’s worse, only the brains of flies and the legs of mosquitoes can be seen vaguely behind the classroom. I suddenly realized that everything was different from what I imagined. The students who have become so rigid and dare not to show up with stylized introduction, new lessons, summaries and exercises are just pretending. The students in the back row must have been influenced by my small characters. Walking out of the classroom to see the students, it turned out to be another look. Perhaps, this is the beating heart of youth, and this is the true youth. And all these were ignored by our unchangeable eyes, and I became a sinner unexpectedly. No wonder, a student more than ten years ago told me that what impressed him most was an outdoor class that took them out to recite. He talked with great interest and stunned me. I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, but I am only in this mountain. How many wonderful things are left in the classroom day after day, year after year?

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