Warm memory
Warm memory
I stand, outside door, look neighbours’ children step one’s own doors, march on towards the school happily, the dewdrop appearing suddenly like early morning, glisten brilliant and bright in the mist. The still empty and hollow streets and lanes, became varicoloured in the twinkling of an eye several minutes ago. Send out the clear and melodious hitting sound in the children’s schoolbag, the sport shoelace is slackly and undisciplinedly, still leave the steeping on the lip incompletely of milk. It is 30 past 8 a.m. now, the campus life of one day began.
16 years ago, no things let my body and mind be joyful even more than sending child to school for me, it is very few to hanker after father of this daily ceremony in the world as I do. Most neighbours of mine either on the subway, or has already sat in front of the desk before 30 past 8 in the morning, overwork of one day at the beginning. A lot of people of them do not need to wash the face and change one’s clothes for the child, does not need to comb one’s hair for the daughter, do not need to check whether the child has brought all the articles in the school. As to this, perhaps they congratulate oneself in the heart. And I, regard as one day worth time that enjoy most prepare for child, regard the school as the favorite destination.
I treasure this period of time of walking in early morning: Lead the child’s small hands, move towards making me deep rightly leisurely and is ” fascinated by ” Kindergarten. Garden meet child one 15 pound in weight, the ears charter the rabbit that hang down, two song mild and indirect canary, one barrel seem, turn little tadpole of frog into soon, a jar swims, multicoloured tropical fish, there are affable teachers. One wall of classroom warm and comfortable fireplace, nearby carry loud bookshelf to reach the ceiling nearly rocking chair and one. Wax crayon and drawing instrument prepared for some artists in the future are put in another area. Small architect and engineers that the talent is displayed for the first time can pile up one’s own one’s own little world here freely; Peanuts and beans that future botanists have just risen from the new bud in waiting upon and attenuating the cup.
Do not really want to leave this vigorous world: The sunshine crosses the spacious glass to come down in torrents and leave, the children’s joyous song cheerful chatting fill-ups the whole space. And reveal in each corner that it is fresh to appear, there is a marvellous discovery every minute. I want to obtain new skill, new thought and new feeling here. But the ring tones of having a class is always beaten, the teacher always combs the students to coming together. Send to the child’s family and still do last treatment and guidance, buckle well the button that children deducted by mistake again, then go away reluctant to parting. I want to stay there more, am looking at the children curiosity overwrited while discussing weather and the world on the face.
I move and go out of the classroom extremely unwillingly, walk to the nearby family, begin one’s own work. The whole block makes color dull, quiet and barren again. In regular time, some children will dash to the playground, make half an hour -long and ” confusedly ” . And I often sit in front of the desk, harked that scene of moving noise with fixed attentionly, aftertasted one’s own likewise restless childhood when passed.
At 3 o’clock in the afternoon, that burst of tidewater in early morning runs high again, the school opens the deep and serious gate. It was the child a bit bigger that washed out at first. They pour into the pavement like flood. The boys make a scene, race competing with one another; Girl hand in hand polite, move ahead chirpily, emerge to boy some consider worth doing often and some expression in one’s eyes studied.
Several minutes later, the youngest children push the small door open strenuously, look at everywhere, looking for to meet one’s own family.
The daughter 5 years old sees me at one glance, fly into my chest the butterfly. It is the movement that let many years after the I enjoying endless aftertastes still, exactly the movement let me love, separate too then feeling that meet again. She hang on one light moment only in the chest in me, shake off, come, rub wrinkled school notify and pass me knapsack and one, ask me whether can let her friend Bei Ni come to family and play or not. Then until mother of girl brief bargain some, with shellfish, two little girls of the same age run away hand in hand, give the remaining time in the afternoon to the pastry of snacks and game which they always enjoyed. And I, speed up one’s step, walk in varicoloured children, just as a big whale that surrounds among small fish in groups, enjoying the company of this group of dynamic little children heartily.
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