I want to go back to my hometown to see my childhood playmates, touch the crooked words carved on the corner of the wall at that time, sit on Grandpa’s thick shoulders and listen to his historical story that will never end, at that time, I wore the red scarf which I was proud of; I wanted to go back to my hometown, step on the soil after the rain, catch the cunning Loach, catch the dragonfly with broken wings, and catch the gluttonous lobsters, I want to go back to my hometown. I really want to go back to my hometown. I want to go back to my hometown, cook for my old grandfather, read the instructions of household appliances for my illiterate aunt, go to the grave for my dead grandmother, and talk about the trivial things at home these years, by the way, I want to go back to my hometown, paint the sunset glow in my hometown, wash the natural bathhouse in my hometown, recall the smell of my brother around me, and experience the simple relationship between men and women in childhood; I want to go back to my hometown, looking for treasure in my own vegetable garden, picking grass in the rice field in front of the door, eating big lotus in the lotus pond next to the house, only listening to the sound of frogs and envy. I want to go back to my hometown. I really want to go back to my hometown. I want to go back to my hometown, walk the muddy path we walked together, go to the classroom we used to sit in, wipe the Blackboard we once wrote, lie on the double bed with you at the head of the bed, talk about hometowns with the teachers we are familiar with; I want to go back to my hometown to see you who haven’t seen you for a long time, to find the lost immaturity, to find the madness and ignorance at that time, I want to review the self-righteous friendship of my friends at that time (maybe there is a young and ignorant puppy love); I want to go back to my hometown, the last class where someone tidied up drawers, and sleep in the bed where someone folded, once again, I want to go back to my hometown and hug you that I have been thinking about day and night. I will talk about us in the past, talk about us now, and talk about us who are going to grow old. I want to go back to my hometown. I really want to go back to my hometown. I want to go back to my hometown, listen to your nickname again, pass on our note again, talk about our ignorant worries, sit in the back seat of your bicycle again, and listen to your inner laughter again; I want to go back to my hometown, watch the sunset by the river, blow the breeze on the levee together, stroll around the night view of the town together, and ridicule those young and crazy young boys and girls together. I want to go back to my hometown. I really want to go back to my hometown. I want to go back to my hometown to retrieve our memories, our innocence, our everlasting life, our youth and ignorance, and our fading friendship, we lost each other’s heart accidentally; I want to go back to my hometown, eat street snacks together, and Taste the Feeling of swaggering through the street together, let’s dress up as a bad girl in the eyes of adults, and then talk with you who smoke happily. I want to go back to my hometown. I really want to go back to my hometown. I want to go back to my hometown, I think, miss the ignorant me, miss the crazy me, miss the days with you, miss your smiles, miss your breath, I really want to go back to my hometown. As long as we have you, why do we make the fish heading for the sea? They are for life, but we are just for games. Chatting, drinking tea, reading books, kk songs, in fact, life could be so leisurely, why talk about what nonsense ideal, let alone it is still so skinny. Go back to our hometown, don’t let our memories grow old in loneliness; Go back to our hometown, don’t let our oath corrode in the wind. Go back to your hometown and go back together sometime. Go back to your hometown, really go back to your hometown.

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Work hard to design a teaching plan and courseware, not for good lessons, but for participating in the selection of an excellent teaching resource. Participating in such an activity is not for seeking fame and gain, but for the promotion, some certificates are needed to pave the way. The helpless thing is that I am not in the state at all. What I need to endure is that I must go all out, because it is not easy to have such an opportunity, and I have to cherish it when I strive for it. I have to go to school on time every day, not to work better, but to deal with attendance. Sign in and sign out in the morning, and sign in and sign out in the afternoon. Managers think that teaching quality can be achieved if teachers are controlled by time. As everyone knows, the school is not the workshop of the factory, the office of more than twenty people, a group of female teachers gathered together, it is strange that they can do teaching and research! What I had no choice but to reject this kind of control and constraint in my heart; But what I needed to endure was that it was an iron discipline to sign in and sign out, and I had to abide by it. Almost all the people who stay online all day have an independent space. Everyone has little privacy, which is far or near, deep or shallow. I am no exception. But my husband cannot tolerate me having a QQ alone. He thought that I should say anything to him, why should I say it to netizens? Having an independent QQ means there are many hidden secrets, which are betrayal to him. What I have no choice but to help him understand the word privacy. What I need to endure is that he hangs my QQ every day to see who comes up to talk to me; Look through my chat records, look through the mailbox to see what privacy I have????? Day by day, I had no choice but to live a depressed life sometimes. But what I needed to endure was that I was just over forty years old, with my mother at seventy or eighty years old and children in high school at the bottom, I must live well, not only to enjoy life, but also to fulfill the responsibility of a daughter and a mother! What you can do is to tighten your teeth and endure in a lot of helplessness!!!

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