2. "No students have anything to ask, no hesitation, no hesitation, no hesitation". What is their mood at the moment?
The following is [original]
Japanese soldiers began to enter the concession from Hongkou or the suburbs as scheduled.
The last piece of land considered as an isolated island finally fell into the hands of the enemy.
I hurried to Kangnao Road and Jinan University.
The headmaster and many important persons in charge have arrived in Ding. A meeting was held immediately. Short and tragic, immediately solved:
"When I saw a Japanese soldier or a Japanese flag passing by the school gate, I immediately suspended classes and closed the university." )
The sun is shining and the streets are still bustling, making no difference.
We still ring the bell for class.
The place where I teach is in a classroom downstairs facing the street. Standing on the platform, I can see the street.
Few students are absent.
"You all know what happened today," I said. "The students all nodded." We decided that at the sight of Japanese soldiers or Japanese flags passing through the school gate. Immediately suspend classes and close the school immediately. "
The students all showed a firm and hypocritical look on their faces, and sat up straight without saying a word.
"But I must continue this course as usual. I didn't stop for a minute until I saw a Japanese soldier or a Japanese flag. "
I didn't waste a second and started talking as usual. The students silently took notes as usual.
This lesson seems to be particularly cordial and clear, and the voice feels a little strange; As if with firm determination, the last calm; Like a martyr's last supper, like a soldier's bayonet before charging, "full of waiting". )
However, calm and serene, without a trace of tension. What should come will definitely come. Everything is ready.
Everyone knows the meaning of this "last lesson". The more I want to talk, the better; The more students are willing to take notes, the better.
Go on, go on, go on. I can't wait to finish this lesson; The students are also copying. The heart is useless and the pen keeps waving.
The same is true of dozens of other classrooms.
I feel particularly attached to things that I have to "say goodbye" and "leave". The blackboard is particularly bright, the chalk is particularly white and soft, and the small desk feels lovely. The students leaned on the armrest of the class chair and felt very inseparable. The chair with * * * in the morning and evening once used a pen, pencil or pencil sharpener on the armrest to scribble many words or sentences intentionally or unintentionally. How can I be willing to leave once!
The street is still flat and bright, vendors pass by from time to time, sunny and full of energy.
My watch ticks in my pocket, and the sound seems to be audible.
There is no sorrow, no sorrow, only firm determination. Shen Yi is unusually waiting for the last moment.
The sound of heavy wheels rolling on the ground can be heard in the distance.
A few minutes later, several military vehicles full of Japanese soldiers passed by the school gate east and west, slowly passing by, and the rising sun flag and a red circle fluttered in the wind.
The time is 10: 03 am.
At the sight of these plums in the past, I immediately straightened up, made a gesture of attention, made a heavy determination to close the book, and announced in a firm tone:
"Class is over now!"