The town is located on a hill called Wolf Mountain near the Yellow River. The town is named after this mountain and consists of two small streets from bottom to top. An asphalt road runs through the town and goes straight to the bank of the Yellow River. Large and small villages are distributed on both sides of roads and around hills; The town was silent. There are no endless cars, no noisy sounds, only a kind of tranquility that people in the city have not seen for a long time; This town is very lively. Every year, on the stage at the top of the hill next to the town, babbling and drumming songs spread around the town, attracting tourists from all directions to gather in the town and making the town excited; This town is very laid back. When you stroll through the town, enjoy the warm sunshine, listen to the crisp birds and feel the unique flavor of the mountain countryside, you will feel a rare idleness. I have lived in this small town since I was a child, and I am always so familiar and kind to it.

I graduated from normal school that year and returned to teach in a middle school in a small town. The school is located halfway up the mountain, north and south, with a deep ravine at the foot. Since then, I have started my teaching career here. My major was art, but because there were few professionals in primary schools at that time, the principal made an exception and appointed me as a math teacher in Grade One, which led to my art major being neglected for four years and I have been engaged in math teaching until now.

I can still remember the first time I walked onto the podium that day. The ringing bell rang, and I timidly crossed the familiar campus with brand-new teaching plans and textbooks and came to the front of the classroom. At this time, children's songs before class resounded through the campus. But I didn't have the courage to open the door of that classroom and face the faces of more than 50 strange students, principals and some teachers who came to attend classes. "What are you afraid of? The ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her in-laws. " I said to myself. Summon up the courage to push the door open, and more than 50 pairs of eyes in the classroom looked at me uniformly. My heart beat faster and I stepped onto the platform. A moment later, I summoned up the courage to raise my head again. The headmaster and the teacher are sitting at the back of the classroom, and everyone is still staring at me. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen, teachers and classmates! I-call ... "I didn't even say my name clearly. At this time, some classmates secretly laughed at the bottom, which made me more nervous. I found the headmaster staring angrily at the students with big eyes, and the students bowed their heads obediently at once. Finally, it's time to finish class, and I'm relieved. As soon as I got out of the classroom, the headmaster called me into his office and said to me gently, "It doesn't matter, for the first time, everyone is the same." I thought the headmaster would severely criticize me, but I didn't expect him to encourage me like this and give me the courage to continue my class.

From the next day, in addition to preparing lessons carefully, I also listened carefully to each teacher's class with lecture notes and notebooks, and recorded the classroom teaching process and practical skills in the lecture notes. Gradually, I learned some classroom skills and had the courage to face every class and every student. I was as motivated then as I am now. I even gave up self-study for work after working in a small town for less than three years. The headmaster was also moved by my indomitable spirit and showed a gratified smile.

Although rural children are simple, they are also very naughty. There is a boy in the class, very tall and strong. Maybe he is late for school, and his age is not much different from mine. Whenever I have a class, I seem to consciously do the right thing with me, either looking around, whispering with my classmates or doing some evil drama. The most irritating thing is that the long braids of female students in the front row are often tied to the legs of the table with ropes, so that when the female students in the front row are ready to walk out of the classroom after class, their heads are pulled by the table and even knocked on the edge of the table. Female students often complain in tears. I have educated them many times, but he refused to change, and both teachers and students hated him. Once, as soon as I walked into the office after class, a female classmate with a long braid complained and pointed to the back of her clothes and cried, "Teacher, XX drew a turtle on my back with a pen in class." I was very angry after listening to her words. I put down my textbook and walked quickly into the classroom. There was a lot of noise in the classroom. When the students saw my arrival, they immediately quieted down. I stood on the platform and called XX up. In front of the whole class, I pointed to his nose and shouted, "Why are you so naughty?" Why draw turtles on other people's clothes? Why not concentrate on your studies? "My voice attracted some teachers and students who walked in front of the classroom to stop and watch. Suddenly, two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks, and I was shocked. What happened? Isn't that him? In the face of my question, he didn't say a word and didn't answer me for a long time, so I had to say, "Go down! "Apologize to Feng XX and hand in a check." Unexpectedly, I walked into the classroom the next day and found his seat empty. My classmate told me that he dropped out of school this morning and had already left. "What's the matter, really not him? Am I wrong? " I keep asking myself. In class, I found a note under the chalk box on the desk, which said, "Teacher, please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye!" " ! You are a good teacher, thank you for your teaching! I didn't draw a turtle. I don't blame you. Goodbye! "

After reading his message, I blamed myself for being reckless. After repeated investigations, another boy finally admitted his mistake. This matter passed quickly, but the discipline in the class has been greatly improved. At the beginning of the second semester, the headmaster asked me to be the head teacher and math teacher of this class. But since that incident, I've always felt guilty and I can't get over it. It was not until one day half a year later that I received a phone call from that student. I didn't know what to say on the phone, so I was embarrassed. He told me that he was learning to repair cars from his cousin in Xi 'an. Just as I was about to apologize to him for last time, he said, "To tell the truth, Mr. Liu, I want to thank you." This makes me very confused. He went on to say, "Teacher, although it's not my fault, it makes me understand that no matter who is ignorant, it is a waste of youth and life, and ultimately nothing. Although I gave up my studies, I am studying car repair seriously and will not live up to my teacher's expectations. Thank you! " I was very moved by his words, and at the same time, the stone that had been sinking for a long time finally fell to the ground, which was a lot easier.

two

The school playground is built on the top of the mountain, with deep ditches on three sides, surrounded by walls and a path connecting the campus and the playground. Every morning and afternoon activities, here has become a paradise for teachers and students. Some students recite the text in the corner of the playground with textbooks, some students play basketball with the teacher in the middle of the playground, and some students often accidentally throw the ball out of the fence. Some older students always volunteer to climb over the wall and pick it up in the deep ditch. Most of the male teachers in the school are young and energetic, and they are all good players. As long as they have time, they will be on the playground. There are always some teachers from other schools who use the weekend time to team up to challenge, but each time they fail miserably, and the principal is always proud of it.

There is a vegetable garden near the school playground, and every teacher has a share. The vegetable garden is full of tomatoes, cabbages, carrots, cucumbers and other vegetables, which can be said to be varied and everything. Every afternoon, teachers, like vegetable farmers, walk into the vegetable garden with hoes and buckets to start their own businesses. Some water, some fertilizer and some weeding. Many students help their teachers after lunch, and some young unmarried male teachers approach young female teachers by helping them grow vegetables, making a hullabaloo about until they study by themselves last night. The vegetables grown are all natural, without pesticides, and everyone is willing to do it. There are also some young teachers who don't grow vegetables well at ordinary times. When necessary, they sneak into other people's gardens to pick vegetables, even if they are found, they just smile. The headmaster is an old vegetable farmer. He is proficient in every job, and he is more diligent than anyone else. I can always see him growing vegetables like a student. No pains, no gains. The vegetables he grows are strong and big, which is enviable. I won't plant it, because my home is close to the school and I have to let my father run it.

A year later, I had my first love in a small town. During my study abroad, my father opened a canteen opposite the door of a unit for my tuition. My father is very hospitable. Every afternoon after work, there are always some staff members from the unit who come to buy things, drink tea, smoke and chat, so almost every staff member in that unit is known in our family. One day, when I came home from work for dinner, a girl in red, fair skin, short head and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses came in from the door. She looks very pure. Seeing me, I said shyly, "buy me a pack of washing powder and a box of toothpaste." After paying the money, I hurried out. Her appearance made me curious and asked my father, "Who is this?" "People come from the provincial capital and are newly allocated college students." The father replied with an envious expression. He often comes to buy things, and every time he comes, he looks shy and doesn't even dare to say a few more words to me. But once he didn't come for a few days, I was inexplicably disappointed, feeling as if something was missing and my heart was empty. One afternoon after dinner, she finally appeared. I don't know where I got the courage, so I dare to say to her, "Are you busy tonight?" I didn't teach myself. Let's go out for a walk. "She didn't speak, blushed and nodded by default.

We walked side by side on the road and attracted many people's attention. I know it may be broadcast in the town immediately as a major news, but I walked forward without hesitation. We have lost our shyness in the past, talked loudly and moved the pace of youth. She graduated from Xi University of Political Science and Law. At that time, her education and knowledge were really enviable. Unconsciously, the moon climbed up the mountain, taking a clear picture of the mountains, rocks and land. The mountains are clear and hazy, and the moon puts a bright color on the treetops. Breeze blowing gently, mixed with the smell of all kinds of wild flowers and weeds, flows all over Shan Ye, making people intoxicated.

From then on, as long as we have time, we will be on the road, at the top of the mountain and in the fields. Hand in hand, we played a sweet country love story in the town, and our parents also showed a satisfied smile.

First love is beautiful, but it is also a flash in the pan. Half a year passed, and she didn't come for some time. I waited anxiously in hope. Until one day, I finally waited for her. We walked and talked, but I never thought it would be our last date. She suddenly stopped and said to me, "Let's break up!" I can hardly believe my ears. "Why?" I questioned loudly regardless of the eyes of passers-by She quickly covered my hand and said, "Don't be sad, our family moved to the provincial capital because of business, and my father transferred me to a law firm in the provincial capital through connections. I'm sorry that we can't walk together. Thank you for your love and warmth for such a long time. I will never forget you. " Her words caught me off guard and my heart ached. ...

Some people say, "falling in love with a place is because someone lives in this place and can be with the person you love, even the time is beautiful." But now that the person I love is gone, I can't accept it for a long time. Every time I see the road we walked together and the mountains close to each other, tears will blur my eyes. "Pain to pain, the face or to face. Let the past be a beautiful memory! " I said to myself. But I was still afraid of touching the scene and reluctantly left the town.

A year later, the school merged and I was hired by another junior high school. My father also stopped his small business and returned to his hometown in the countryside. Because of the merger of schools, the town lost its former prosperity, but for me, the town is unforgettable, like an old song and an old poem, which I will always miss. ...