Autumn Rain of lilac

Rain andplanes, thin shirt difficult against light rain light cold. At dusk, I listened to the sound of raindrops hitting the canopy in front of the window near the water, ticking, lonely and monotonous rhythm, which made my mood lonely and monotonous. The scene in front of me seems to be a replica of the same day four years ago! At that dusk, it was also like the silk rain, the cold and cold, and the silence and desolation. The restless factors in memory start to sprout and raise their heads. The days after class resumption were very busy, which slightly cushioned the pain brought by the earthquake to me and my students. That disaster made me lose my good friend who had worked together for seven years and my students lost my English teacher who had been together for three years. When people found her under the ruins, she was already dying. But the first sentence she opened her eyes and asked was: are the children still good? Looking at her pale face, her breath was like gossams, and the children were heartbroken and cut, crying and shouting around her. However, no matter how true the call was, she could not retain her life. Holding her hand, I felt that life was gradually disappearing in my palm, and the vitality was pulled away instantly. My children and I embraced together, crying in the dark. In the following days, silence and sadness filled the whole class. When I take a Chinese class, I accidentally mention my English scores, which will cause an uncontrollable cry; When reading newspapers, when talking about the earthquake, it will cause a burst of sigh. During that time, tears and silence occupied every nerve endings. I didn’t dare to face them, but I had to face them. Helpless and hard like a blunt knife, my heart was torn at night and stitched in front of the children in the daytime. Then it was torn and stitched again and again, again and again. When I cried again and again, I hoped that the children would forget the past quickly, get out of their grief, and learn calmly, the language was so pale and powerless. Because I know that that memory has been integrated with their hearts, and what kind of pain and worry it should be if they want to get rid of it! On that day, maybe God felt the sadness in our hearts, and it rained all day long. It rains in Shangyuan season, and people on the road are dying! The matter of burning paper money for friends was delayed after dinner because of busyness. I was going to the classroom to pacify the students. I secretly went to the hill where she often walked, burnt a few sticks of incense, and talked about the feelings of missing. I didn’t tell the children what I thought. I thought they forgot the special day of July and half. However, I underestimated their emotions. When I saw them standing outside the classroom with incense sticks, paper and money in hand, I was moved and gratified by them, which made me speechless. I turned around and walked downstairs silently. At that moment, tears raged and flew wildly. The children followed me and came to Xiangyang mountain silently all the way. They placed incense sticks, paper and money on the path where friends often came. Xiangyang mountain in the rain is clean and restrained, standing lonely. On both sides of the path, the Clover has already seeded and shivered in the slight autumn wind. I picked up dry branches and lit a bonfire. In the fire, the children stood behind me neatly with solemn and sad faces, watching my actions. Silence is the best expression, and any language becomes redundant. When I lit the first piece of paper money, the children kneeled on the ground and knocked three heads towards the school. I don’t know who took the lead in humming how many beautiful woven dreams of Tang Lei’s lilac. You left in such a hurry, leaving me a lifetime of concern. How beautiful you are longing for the flowers in front of the grave. Look at the mountains and plains, do you still feel lonely? The low magnetic voice, deliberately repressed emotions and affectionate and sad melody are stirring the most sensitive nerve in my heart, and a kind of unspeakable pain is stored in my body. In the song, there was a restrained sob at first, one, two, three followed by sobs, one, two, three then, the whine completely replaced the song, converging into an intermittent lament, it echoed in the woods and drifted to the clouds. I hope that my friend’s figure will appear in the clouds, with such a sweet smile and friendly tone. My heart is connected with the hearts of the children. I chose Xiangyang mountain, because it is the highest place in the whole town, which may be closer to the paradise where my friends live. I hope that our friends can connect with our thoughts and catch up with the old. But when autumn comes and geese go, can the message of heaven be transmitted to us by Yan Yu? The Green Bird does not spread to the clouds. Citic, the rain is hollow and the clove is sad. I couldn’t help asking Qiongyu: Are you okay there? The children sang over and over again. I sat on the ground, looking at the sky with tears and couldn’t say a word. Some people say that when you want to cry, you can look at the sky. However, our sadness has nothing to do with tears. Whether it flows or not, it will stay in our hearts and cannot be dispelled. You listen to someone singing that song you love most. How numerous things are in the world. From then on, you don’t have to worry about me here to accompany her and protect her in children’s hearts all your life, friends are beautiful lilac flowers, elegant and generous; They are fragrant girls in Dai Wangshu’s poems, melancholy and beautiful. They love her, even though her life has disappeared with the fallen flowers in that afternoon, however, her life color as beautiful as summer flowers and her noble sentiment as clear as Plum will certainly remain in children’s hearts and grow up and be rich together with their minds. Rain, continue to fall. In the distance, several flames cut through the dark sky. The blue smoke rose from the wind, changing all kinds of postures, rising, jumping and dissipating, just like the fragile flower of life, I don’t know where the soul will disappear. Clothes are wet, hands and feet are cold. I shivered in the wind like a stem of withered grass. Children’s hair is covered with water mist, and their clothes are exposed to cold dew. I afraid them cold, want to go home and make some ginger soup. I winked at the monitor Xiao Sun. Xiao Sun went to pull this and support that, but no one was willing to get up. He shook his head reluctantly and looked at me earnestly, saying: teacher, let’s stay a little longer. I can’t refuse the expectation in his eyes, so I have to keep silent looking at the high sky. Time seemed to solidify, with only breath and sobs around my ears, so I didn’t know how long it had passed. It was dark, my eyes were red and swollen, my voice was pressed, and my face was serious: Now everyone must get up and go back to the classroom immediately, or I would be angry! The children stood up speechlessly and left Xiangyang mountain step by step. The missing and sadness in my eyes had been fixed in my mind and lingered. Now, the children have graduated from high school and gone their own ways. However, I often talked with them about that day, that dusk, and their English teacher. 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