Looking out the window, the light is on. In the neon-lit bustling city, I fell into memories. ...

At the beginning of the story, there is a reed bush next to a remote village, from which comes a gentle voice: "Grandma, where is the most beautiful?" "Well ..." The man was silent for a while, as if thinking about something. "Jiangnan ..." "Oh, Jiangnan is the most beautiful. When I grow up, I will go to Jiangnan to have a good look! " Since then, this little doll has planted a seed in her heart-Jiangnan is the most beautiful.

When tomorrow became today and yesterday, I realized that time was passing by little by little. The little girl has grown up but is still playing naively until one day comes and changes everything that was originally calm. On this day, the little girl's parents want to take her to the city. She didn't cry, but quietly asked her mother, "Can I stay in the reeds?" Then she flew to the reeds, regardless of getting her shoes and socks wet, looked up at the clouds rendered yellow by the sunset, and stroked the reeds with her hands: "I'm leaving, going to a distant and strange city, ha, do you think I can go to Jiangnan, Jiangnan ..." The little girl said, her eyes blurred and her eyes filled with tears, as if she could see the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan.

Later, she found that Jiangnan was far less beautiful than the reeds in her hometown. I think it's because of my nostalgia. This little girl is me, and I will never forget Jiangnan among reeds.

Chapter two: reminiscing about reeds in the wind

When the wind blows, this quiet reed swings with the wind, gently, gently, like a mother stroking a child, dragging me into a beautiful daydream. ......

It's just not what it used to be. I lay at the window and looked at the corner. Only a reed is left, isolated in the bleak cold wind, and my weak body is lifeless without the support of my peers. In any case, I never thought how the mighty "Bibo" just a few months ago could become like this. Just overnight, it became indifferent.

On that dark night, the lights were brightly lit downstairs, and the roar of the faulty excavator made people unable to sleep. I clearly see that the homework lamp shines like a portrait in this "ocean of residual green", and then the green life is erased, completely erased. I watched silently, watching the paunchy boss holding a cigarette butt. The red light on the cigarette end is flashing, and I thought there would be a "fairy coming down to earth" in the air! Hum, what a selfish boss who wants to have an operation on this small piece of land.

Looking at the terrible khaki downstairs, I feel lonely and depressed. There wasn't much green here, but now the pleasant green under the window has been removed. At present, only the green trees on the roadside are lifeless, dusty and green. Besides, it's neon lights. If it is green, it is green.

Draw the curtains, curl up in the sofa, and think about the green again and again. Dream into a pool of clear water, punting deep row. ......

Chapter 3: Picking reed sticks

Today, I played at my grandpa's house all afternoon. I was about to go home when I saw a little boy downstairs with something. I had never seen it before, so I ran over and asked, "What's that in your hand? Where did you buy it? " The boy said, "This is a reed stick, which was picked from Xiliaohe Bridge, not bought."

I hurried to find my mother and asked her to take me to pick it. My mother said, "I played when I was a child, and I haven't seen them for many years." Go! " When I arrived at the North Bridge, because my mother was uncomfortable walking on the uneven stone road in high heels, I took off my shoes and went down to the dam of the river. I took off my shoes like my mother. The sand is very hot in the sun, a little hot, but very comfortable. We walked a long way and didn't see the reed stick, so I said impatiently, "Mom, let's go back, it's too hot." My mother touched my head and said with a smile, "I'm hot, too, but we have come so far that we can't walk in vain!" " Persistence is victory, remember? "I must be patient and keep going. After walking for more than ten minutes, I saw a tall grass in the distance and shouted happily "It must be it". My mother also said "It must be it".

I can't help running to the grass. When I got there, I saw that the grass grew much taller than me. There is a long stem in the middle of each reed grass, and a brown sausage-shaped stick grows at the top of the stem. Smell it, bring some fragrance! I saw this reed grass for the first time and liked it very much. My mother and I picked a lot and put them in vases when we got home. They were very nice.

Chapter Four: Playing Reed

This afternoon, my mother-in-law's uncle and aunt, my cousin Wang, my cousin and my cousin went to play at her mother-in-law's Yellow River beach.

My mother-in-law took us to a reed field, as far as the eye can see. The sand on the Yellow River beach is soft and wet, and reeds sway in the wind. We spread our legs and ran, jumped and played hide-and-seek in the reed fields. ......

Suddenly I heard my mother shouting; "Children, come and see, who eat ham sausage? Sell ham sausage! Who eats candied haws? Sell Sugar-Coated Berry "? Ham sausage? Sugar gourd? Did mom bring ham sausage and candied haws when she came? We were still thinking that mother must be lying to us, when we saw her coming towards us with a handful of candied haws in her hand. We all rushed to our mother. Haha, what a strange thing. It really looks like a string of bamboo sticks with ham sausage on it. Like a string of Sugar-Coated Berry.

"What is this? Where did you pick it? " We looked at it curiously and touched it. Mother-in-law came to tell us, "We all call it' hemostatic hair', and its scientific name is' reed stick' or' water candle', which grows on this reed. We are here to pick them, dry them and put them in the pillow. " Ah, as my mother-in-law said, it really looks like khaki candles to us.

"Reed grow on them? Why didn't we find it? " We all looked at the reed in a hurry. "It's over there." We ran all the way in the direction of mom's finger.

"Haha, I found one." "I found one, too." "Come on, there are many." We all ran, jumped and picked in the reeds excitedly ... and soon we picked two bags full.

How happy I am today! Not only have fun, but also help my mother and mother-in-law to work. Mom says it's called-kill two birds with one stone.

Chapter 5: Be a Strong Reed

Many people have used this metaphor: man is a thinking reed. Indeed, people are inevitably as fragile as reeds, but we still have thoughts. Where there is thought, there is thought, and where there is thought, there is choice.

We can't deny that how many of our educational colleagues are struggling to "crawl" under the pressure of overloaded work, and the author has made heavy sacrifices under the "mountain of exam-oriented education" that can never be truly shaken. Indeed, being in a hurry, unsmiling, busy and exhausted every day has become a unified endorsement image in the hearts of teachers. In this environment, how can enthusiasm not be replaced by coping, and how can spirituality not be swallowed up by mediocrity? Parents' desire for success, the power of public opinion, the ranking of exam competitions and so on. All of them have been "passed on" to the disadvantaged teachers, making them "carriers" of mechanical knowledge under the cruel torment of competition. With the wave of curriculum reform, the requirements of society for teachers are constantly improving. It is no wonder that some teachers are unable to do so and choose the "educational paradise" leading to the Eden of life.

In fact, we should be kind to life in return for the most precious gift God has given us. No matter how cloudy life is, our hearts can decide how much sunshine there is. It is the sacred mission of contemporary teachers to find happiness in the ordinary and realize happiness in the effort. Taking pleasure in suffering is a lofty dedication, and taking pride in suffering is an unchangeable creed. From another angle, if we are not so harsh, we will also find the smile behind the hardships and the enthusiasm that we ignore. Starting today, let's stand up straight again and be a proud reed!

There is a saying that praises beautiful human nature: a strong reed would rather bend than bend, but the wind can't blow it down. Let's also try to do it, so that the thought of this reed of life is deeper and more heroic!