The smiling face of the sun is exposed from behind the roof, and the warm sunshine is sprinkled on the desks of the classroom through the broken window lattice. With a few depressed dry coughs! Teacher Zhang walked into the classroom in a thin and slightly hunched figure. He used to help his old partner with his left hand (myopia glasses, he said! ) I looked at everyone and went to the podium to start the class! Although the sound is not loud, it has a magical penetrating power, so that the students in the last row can easily hear every sound clearly!
The teacher is only in his forties, but he looks fifty or sixty years old, and his hair is mostly white. Although he doesn't laugh, he never loses his temper.
He is the only teacher and principal here. He taught himself several grades! Our classroom is also the only old room in the school, which is divided into several grades from front to back! Teacher Zhang lives in a small house near the Fangshan wall. There is no door at home, and grass curtains are hung all year round! It seldom snows here.
Teacher Zhang has been here alone for decades! No relatives, no reason, and no one came to visit him. I heard that he once had a home, but it was destroyed by a flood! He's in the mountains! After coming back from the mountain, he never went back! In addition to buying textbooks and rice noodles with edible oil and salt dozens of miles away! He never left school! On the edge of the cliff behind the classroom, he planted some vegetables and sometimes picked some wild vegetables and mushrooms. This is the teacher's life!
The teacher cares about me very much! Know that my home is far and poor! Always give me some of his cooking at lunch! This is not delicious! But I always think it's the best dish! I don't know why he didn't cook at noon today, but just sat in the hut silently. When I entered the room, I saw half a bowl of foam leftovers in the bowl on the stove! Still steaming! The teacher looked at me straight! He muttered, If Xiao Liang were still here, he would be twelve years old today! I asked! Who's Xiao Liang? The teacher looked up at me, took my hand and said, it's my son! Then I suddenly understood one thing! Looking at the teacher's old face, I can't tell what is churning in my heart! I just feel blocked. Today, I finally understand why the teacher always looks at me differently every year! His missing son was born on the same day as me, and this year is our birth year! No wonder the teacher is hurting herself alone.
I silently opened the lunch box and put the golden fried eggs in the teacher's bowl! Whispered, Xiao Liang and I have a birthday!
The teacher suddenly held me in her arms and said tearfully, good boy! The teacher is satisfied! Thank you! The omelette teacher eats half, you eat half, and we share the omelette with our own tears!
With the sunset, I'm on my way home! I don't know why I've been imagining what Xiao Liang, who was my age but died long ago, was like! If he and his mother are still here! How will he celebrate his birthday today? Will his mother fry him a golden poached egg, too?
Go home! Mom asked me: How was school today? I suddenly remembered Xiao Liang! He replied: Today is my happiest day! Isn't it? There are families and relatives! Someone loves you! Love You! You can sing in the sun to go to school! Isn't this the happiest thing?
Many years have passed! I keep telling myself! People should be content! Happiness is the simplest satisfaction!