Time walked forward like a wheel again. Li Siqi had been away from school for four days, and Yang Bin's life returned to the parallel line. He started teaching students simple Tai Chi every morning, and then went to class and after school. The peaceful life was calm. Without Li Siqi's little stone, Yang Bin's life became easier and simpler.

Yang Bin adopted an indulgent attitude towards the task. It was not that he didn't work hard, but that he really didn't know how to start. The two who were completely unfamiliar, the two who had no intersection at all, and could not find too many common languages. Yang Bin could only rely on some deeds to impress the other party, and could only rely on stories to arouse the other party's enthusiasm.

As for the conclusions that followed, this became an unknown number. No one could make sure of it, and no one could make a conclusion. Seeing Li Siqi leaving, Yang Bin wanted to keep it again, but he could not find a reasonable excuse. The task became confusing again. He left the will of heaven and exiled. If he succeeded, I would be lucky, and if he failed, I would be destined. No matter whether he succeeded or failed, it would be useless. If he intervened, it would be useless.

Today is Friday, and it is also the annual Teachers' Day on September 10th. However, Yang Bin did not use this as an excuse, nor did he say he could rest for a long time. He still had breakfast as usual, picked up his lesson plan, and prepared for class.

The mornings in the mountains are beautiful. The thick fog seals the top of the mountain in the distance, and the endless forests cannot see the end. On the old tree that has grown on the playground for many years, thrushes sing and playing with beautiful songs, which makes people feel refreshed.

The tranquility before class represents the madness of the new day. Yang Bin likes to bring himself into the story, whether it is mathematics or history, he has his own way of explaining. He either takes a formula as an example, or starts with a discourse, or simply a person's biography, bringing himself into it as a bystander and as an author, bringing himself into it, and bringing the children into it. Let them witness a piece of history and the birth of a formula like witnesses.

Yang Bin enjoyed this short tranquility. Every time he walked through the corridor that was only one meter, he couldn't help but stand and meditate for a few seconds. When he walked into the classroom, the students sat upright as usual, with their eyes flowing with their steps.

"Stand up!" "Thank you for your hard work in Teacher Yang!"

Today's slogan seems to have changed a little. When Yang Bin walked to the podium, he suddenly realized that there were many small items on the podium. These small items could not be seen from the appearance. The paper held by the homework book filled with mystery. Although this paper is not beautiful and not good-looking, the words composed of young fonts on the above are very gratifying.

"Thank you for your hard work, thank you for your understanding and support, and thank you for remembering this festival." Listening to the slogans that were different from the past, Yang Bin's heart seemed to be knocked over, with all the ups and downs, and everything was in. An excitement in his throat that could not be swallowed made a trace of tears in his eyes.

What is a teacher? The teacher is a hard-working gardener. He silently protects the seedlings, corrects the long branches, and tries those invisible worldly and bad habits. Is a gardener really willing to be unknown? In fact, it is wrong! In the heart of the gardener, what they want most is understanding and support, tolerance and recognition. Only by understanding them can they recognize them. They are silently not ostentatious, but need to agree and understand.

Yang Bin is also a human being. He also has seven emotions and six desires, and he also needs recognition and praise, so he did not reject the kindness of the children. When he came here, Yang Bin definitely thought more than he did. It can be said that spending every day is a continuation of persistence. How can he not be excited when he sees what the students give today? It’s worth it! It’s really worth it, at least he has done it!

Turn around and wipe away the tears in your eyes, let the bitterness and excitement retreat, let the smile return to your face, gently and carefully put everything down, and then continue the unfinished course on the last topic.

The class time was very fast, and four classes passed quietly in the flash. They wrapped the children's feelings with white sweatshirts. When they walked into their dormitory, Yang Bin wanted to know what the gifts they received today. He wanted to know what the children would give him soon. Put down the lesson plan and start to disassemble them one by one.

The first gift was a very thin rectangular object with no name on it, only a very simple sentence, given to my most beloved Teacher Yang. After quick disassembly, Yang Bin found that it was a card that was not exquisite, with blessing words written behind the card. Along with the card there was also a letter sign paper that was usually used. When you opened the paper, the content on it came into your eyes.

My most beloved Teacher Yang, on the occasion of Teacher's Day, please allow me to send you a thank you for your teaching and help. Teacher, I really want to sing a song for you because you burn yourself like a candle to illuminate us. Teacher, do you know? We couldn't be sure what our future would be like before you came. At that time, we didn't have high school, dreams, and no reason to continue learning. Although we all like to study, our families cannot afford our study costs. My classmates and I know people who almost gave up their studies because there was no school in the town. They always kept their academic qualifications in junior high school.

I feel very lucky because I met you, teacher, and your arrival made us see the dawn. The first time we had our own high school in town, the first time my father took the initiative to tell me to continue studying, and the first time I had my own dream awakening and struggle goals. Teacher, you are great, and we remember everything you did for this school. The lights in front of your window have never turned off at night. I know that it is you preparing tomorrow's lecture notes and modifying our homework.

Every time we post homework, our notebooks are filled with red words. There are traces of your modifications in the wrong places, and sometimes you will write down ideas for solving problems. When the right things are right, you never stingy with the words of performance, and encourage us to continue to work hard and continue to maintain it.

Teacher, we have your contribution to our progress, and our growth has your presence. Thank you for your continued care for us, and thank you for your cultivation. On Teacher's Day on September 10th, I will say loudly here to your hard work. Finally, I will give a song to my dear teacher. I wish you good health and all the best!

The stars shine in the quiet late night, and the teacher's room was bright all night.

Whenever I gently walk past your window, the bright light shines on my heart.

Ah, whenever I think of you, my dear teacher, my heart is filled with warmth.

The hard-working gardeners cultivate a new generation, and the lights are still on late at night.

You are working hard to write textbooks, and your tall figure is reflected in your window.

Ah, whenever I think of you, my dear teacher, my heart is filled with warmth.

On the New Long March, teachers made new contributions, and groups of successors grew up healthily.

Carrying on the hope of the motherland, you always stare in love with tears.

Ah, whenever I think of you, my dear teacher, my heart is filled with warmth.

A thin piece of paper was accompanied by countless gratitude and blessings. Yang Bin could not think of himself as a teacher who had only taught for a few days, but was valued by the students so much. His tears finally couldn't help but burst out from his eyes, and dripping on the thin piece of paper. He could not think of how high the status of reading was in the hearts of children, and he could not think of his efforts being remembered by the children.

It is an ordinary thing for teachers to teach and educate people, but it is so sacred in the eyes of children! How many children’s dreams have you buried, why have you been so ruthless and fierce? Do you know that because of how many children’s future you have ruined, can you be gentler, can you be kinder, and can leave some space for children to live, so that their hearts will no longer be cold.

Yang Bin didn't dare to unpack those originally simple packaging anymore. He was afraid! He was afraid that he would cry out loud, and he was afraid that his strong thoughts would become fragile. The first time he was a teacher, he received gifts from children for the first time, but why was this gift so heavy? It was like a mountain, which made him breathless.

Did he really do it? Is he really as great as the children said? Yang Bin was not sure. He could only firmly put his dreams in his heart. He could only tell himself that he must work hard, teach them well, make them successful, and persevere.

How many words have become pale in front of this thin letter paper, and only faith can make the piece of paper thicker. Yang Bin carefully folded the paper and carefully clamped it into the book he had always cherished. He wanted to keep it and use it as a famous saying to motivate himself. When he loses motivation one day, take it out and take it, and perhaps the motivation will come back.

Not only this piece of paper, Yang Bin even collected all the papers about gifts. He thought this should be the greatest affirmation of himself. He wanted to keep them all, and one day he would show them to the world and to future generations, so that they could remember that life is hard-won and that they know how to cherish every inch of time.

Yang Bin in the afternoon's education incorporated more feelings, and the trust of the children gave him a little more motivation. Teaching is a hard life, but no matter how hard or tired he is, he cannot let down the trust of the children. Moreover, they like to read and are willing to study. As a teacher, you should keep the best side of them and leave the richest knowledge to them.
Chapter completed!