After the self-study, most children took out their notebooks and were busy doing their homework. Some children also read comic books. Walking in the teacher's aisle, I looked through their exercise books and papers. Several children are doing exercises issued by key middle school training classes outside. Hu Wenxuan also enthusiastically introduced his training situation to me and discussed the course progress with the students next to him. He added that next to Zhang Dongyang, "you are likely to become competitors." I watched them in the classroom, some absorbed, some looked around, some did nothing, and some were serious. I suddenly feel that they are strangers, have no experience of studying together, have no long-term contact, what they are thinking, what kind of goals they have in mind, whether they have troubles and depression, and what kind of time they have with their friends. I don't know. In fact, my memory only stays in their third grade, and my eyes for each child are still the same as those in the third grade. What traces have my education left among these children? Suddenly feel a little sorry for them, because of negligence or impatience.
I looked at the sunrise stupefied and cried alone. I want to tell the whole city loudly that I gave birth to a boy this morning. He doesn't know what fear is, but I do. I began to worry about whether I was staggered.
I handed him over to the road and told him to obey the rules and take the crosswalk, but passers-by are in a hurry. Can you be careful?