After the Lantern Festival, I was still cold. I took my son to my alma mater, Wuzhai Normal School, to learn from the teacher.

Sporadic firecrackers in the distance are still full of New Year's breath, but the school gate of the Fifth Normal University is deserted. The students haven't returned to school for the festival, leaving only the ancient locust in the yard to guard a lonely tree in this reunion festival.

Here, I used to bear my youth, my memory and my love.

I'm a little at a loss. In this campus, I was friendly at first, and suddenly I looked like a stranger. As if it were just a blink of an eye, time has changed from sunny spring to snowy winter. My heart is still at the ferry of youth, but people have stood on the other side of the year of no doubt. For more than 20 years, the campus has taken on a new look with a flick of a finger. The antique scenery with mottled green leaves in the moon gate is gone, and so are the noisy classmates and friends in the Youlong-like wall. Memories of the past are buried under brand-new buildings, sighing gently. Who sings softly under the fragrant lilac tree? Who studies hard in the bright spring breeze of green willows? And the melodious flute and sweet piano mixed with the drums of the music class are still in my ear at the moment.

"Mom, where is your old teaching building?" A question from my son interrupted my train of thought.

"My teaching building? A two-story teaching building with blue bricks and gray tiles? It should be in this position. " But there is only a brand-new white building in front of us, and we don't know each other. Did you go to the wrong place?

"We are the sea of flowers in May,

Embrace the times with youth;

We are the rising sun in Ran Ran,

Light up the future with life ... "

When we first entered the school, everyone was beating time and singing group songs with great interest to prepare for the singing competition. The vibrant scene is still so clear, but now it is deserted. What about the flower sea in May? What about my familiar class 125? They say graduation is far away, and then go their separate ways. ...

The sadness in my heart is rich.

Looking at the door of a strange teaching building, I suddenly remembered the mirror in the hall and went to have a look.

Ok, here it is.

I just don't know if this is our original mirror. I remember going to class before. As soon as I entered the hall, I saw my childish self in the mirror, tugging at my skirt, stroking my hair and shaking in front of the mirror. The people in the mirror are full of energy and spirits. Now I stand in front of the mirror, but I can't see the style of that year. My own image in the mirror has clearly reached middle age.

Who stole my youth? Just like this, without a trace, quietly?

"What day is its beauty? Who owns the house? " Somehow, I remembered Gao Yan 'e, an impromptu lyrical teacher in history class. She smiled like a flower and was as handsome as Mei.

I still clearly remember her simple military green coat, long hair and waist-high figure. Never bring a textbook in class, only two pieces of chalk capture us gracefully and calmly. Wonderful historical stories after class, key and difficult points to be sketched in textbooks, exercises after class ... Such a thick book is familiar to her. Every time she talks about a knowledge point, she will connect the previous related knowledge points, understand and remember them against each other, and connect them freely up and down. She even wove those years and events into a poem to help us remember. We were amazed, admired and admired. Today, after more than 20 years of teaching, I still feel powerless when I think that I just walked onto the podium with a piece of chalk, so my admiration for Mr. Gao is even tighter.

What I admire more, however, is Mr. Gao's gentle, natural and classical temperament, which really fascinates me like a pure woman who came out of Song Ci. But now, things have changed, and now Mr. Gao has been transferred from other places to teach in other schools, which is rare for many years.

Teacher Gao, thank fate for letting me meet the most beautiful you in the best youth. I live far away. May the teacher stay young forever in a foreign land and have all the best!

I was fascinated, but I didn't realize that I was walking through the experimental building. The standing faucets and neatly arranged experimental instruments in the chemistry laboratory were still in front of me. I remember a mistake in operating the alcohol lamp and lit it with a wick stained with alcohol. The jumping flame caused an uproar in the classroom. Actually, I haven't forgotten the safety rules. Maybe it's my young adventurous mentality and inexplicable impulse, or maybe it's to show off? I really don't know.

At the corner of the art building, I met my head teacher, Mr. Wang Dongyu! This unexpected encounter is really predestined! In a pleasant conversation, I learned that Mr. Wang is still in the front line of teaching and is the head teacher. This makes me admire a student who has been teaching for more than 20 years and is a little tired. Looking at Mr. Wang carefully, he is still so kind and kind, and there are not many vicissitudes on his face, so young and energetic, just like 20 years ago! Decades of indifference, indifference to fame and fortune, and not competing with the world have given teachers the ability to stay on their faces and live a carefree life. I am not ashamed to think of Mr. Wang's inculcation and the hope placed in his graduation message. The beautiful dream of that youth has already been successfully embraced in the torrent of reality, and year after year, like the passage of time, is approaching the "year of no doubt". In the best years of being a teacher, there was no goal, no plan, and no one reminded me that "when poetry and wine are in play, we know that time is just a flick of a finger." Along the way, we were ignorant and stumbled, resulting in a lot of youth wasted on the road.

Looking back on every day, every year, every session and more than 20 years, I abandoned my literary dream and let myself "grope" in Chinese class. Between understanding and not understanding, subjectively you are not diligent, but objectively you must be diligent. If you want to fight for the upper reaches, you are often unable to do so. In all kinds of competitions, I have been forced to study and work hard, but I have no goal planning and no hard action. Today, I still look like "malnutrition", which really shames the teacher. ...

I can't be the most outstanding person in my life It's not bad to be a person standing on the side of the road and applauding outstanding people. Someone reminded me softly.

Well, dreams are big and small, but there is no difference between humble and lofty. Being a down-to-earth ordinary person is also a success.

When I left, I looked back at this brand-new, large and empty campus, feeling that the normal life that was once so clear was blurred. Although those scenes are still in sight and those pictures are still in my mind, they can't be connected one by one. I don't think there really is such a pair of hands that can be exquisite enough to repair cracks in time.

Perhaps, our normal life is indeed the most brilliant three years in our lives, right? Or just an ordinary day?

Perhaps, our normal campus is much better than this, right? Still not as beautiful as we remember?

I'm not sure.

And I like to write down my emotions in words, and I like to put these past lives in a quiet place. No matter how far the years go, one day, when I look back, the time I lost comes alive between these lines. Such words are used to remember, no matter how many people look at her.

I want to use this article to remember my fifth division and pay homage to my lost youth.

20 17 February 18 Wuzhai