youth and time

Time flies.

Time flies like an arrow, and time flies like a shuttle. This sentence is really a wise saying.

Obviously, not long ago, everyone was still wearing short-sleeves to play recklessly, but now they have survived another cold winter, sitting in the classroom and staring at Mu Zi when the buds first bloomed.

To be precise, he was staring at the PowerPoint behind Mu Zi. On the homepage of the PowerPoint was written a few fancy words—100-day mobilization for the college entrance examination.

Everyone is chatting with the people around them, probably because they have been really busy since the third year of high school. Every day is an exam, and there are two major exams on a Saturday. They have to take the comprehensive exam on Sunday morning, and there are still weekly exams in the afternoon. Everyone was very tired during practice and evening self-study. They were so busy that they hardly paid attention to the passage of time. When they came to their senses, there were only 100 days left.

"Today is 100 days away from the college entrance examination. The school asked each class to hold a class meeting to mobilize and encourage everyone." Mu Zi stood on the podium, supporting the table with one hand, while using the other hand to hold the chalk scattered on the podium table. The first threw them back into the chalk box one by one, and put the blackboard erasers away, saying, "But I really don't think there's anything to say about this. Everyone knows what to do."

"But why do I still hold this class meeting? The first is because of the school's requirements, and the second is because you have left a deep impression on me. It's not a cliché, but it's really impressive. I have taught... counting you, it is the first It's been three years of senior year. You are the most lively group in these three years." Mu Zi said, "To put it bluntly, you are the most noisy group, and the most able to find trouble for me."

Someone under the podium let out a suffocated laughter.

Mu Zi laughed too, but the smile was fleeting, she said seriously: "But at the same time, you are also the group that I really see infinite hope."

"The first two batches of students I led were very obedient and obedient. It was much easier to take care of the class than you, but I always felt that they were too obedient and quiet, and they didn't have the brute force to fight, but You have it."

"Whether it's from the usual weekly practice or the big exams again and again, I can see that the unyielding energy in your heart is the whole grade-note, the science class is also counted-fourteen The strongest in the class."

The audience was silent, everyone was listening to what Mu Zi was saying.

"I don't know if you have paid attention to the changes in your grades. In short, I have summarized the grades of every student in our class for every exam. The overall change trend table is saved on my computer. Everyone has a Zhang, I'm too lazy to print it out, students who want to read it can go to the office after class to read it, it's in the folder 'Grade Trend Table' on the desktop, you can read it by yourself, no password is required."

"I know all of your progress. From the first exam I took you since entering the second year of high school, to the college entrance exam that just ended not long ago, you have shown me and the school leaders your strong growth power."

Having said that, Mu Zi finally showed a faint smile: "Students, there are really countless possibilities in you, and I am proud of you."

This passage is still a very common old-fashioned and bad street saying, but everyone feels sour after hearing it, not the sourness of "I think this life and study are very tiring", but the kind of sourness of "maybe in the future." No one would say such things to me", that kind of sadness about parting.

"So, I think you should really witness your growth." Mu Zi said, picked up the remote control of the projector, and turned on the automatic playback function of the PPT.

The melodious and melodious music played, and the PPT switched one after another, and one photo after another was pasted on it, all of which were photos of the students in the second class. Some of the photos were taken by the students in the class with cameras after some activities. Most of the photos were taken without knowing when they were taken, such as leaning on the window sill and reciting a book, leaning against the railing and chatting from the back, and walking in the corridor talking loudly and scolding Fang Qiu...

The photos are every bit of everyone from the second year of high school to the present - every bit by bit that Mu Zi quietly recorded with his mobile phone.

Every face, from the youthful and immature face when we first met, to the tired but still youthful face, everyone, everyone's photos appeared one by one, zoomed in and then shrunk on the screen, In the end, the pictures were collaged together and turned into a heart.

There were murmurs of conversation in the classroom, and Jiang Yufan heard a few girls around him whispering things like "I'm so touched" and "I want to cry".

"As for me, I will give you a gift today." After the PPT was played, Mu Zi turned off the projector and took out several express boxes from under the desk, "There are still 100 days, everyone, don't underestimate this 100 days, many people counterattack in these 100 days."

As Mu Zi said, he took out a small wishing bottle from the courier box: "I have prepared one for each of you. You can write the university you want to enter on the note inside, and then everyone hangs it at the back of the classroom. Take it off after 100 days, it is a very simple and crude time capsule. Come on, monitor."

Mu Zi called Wu Yanci: "Find two classmates and share this wishing bottle with everyone. There are many colors. You can choose the color you like. Slow down, glass, be careful not to break it."

This mild commotion at get off work turned into a massive conversation.

"Damn it! This... ahhh, I really want to cry."

"Well...Really, there is nothing to say, but it is done with care."

"That's right, I'm so touched, so touched."

Jiang Yufan held the wishing bottle, and the small glass bottle felt heavy in his hand.

It was obviously just a sense of ritual, but Jiang Yufan felt that this small bottle actually carried his dream and the expectations and blessings of his teacher and family.

He uncorked the bottle, took out a note from it, and like his classmates, took a pen and carefully wrote down the words "Beijing Normal University" on the note, then tilted his head and thought for a while, and added it below. There is a line of small characters - People's Public Security University of China.

Now this wishing bottle carries more than just my dreams.

Jiang Yufan smiled, holding the lanyard and shaking the bottle in mid-air, the small conch and pearls in the bottle hit the glass bottle, making a crisp and melodious sound of jingling jingle—it was the echo of a dream , is the call of the future.

When Mu Zi saw it, it seemed that he had prepared carefully, even the rope for hanging the wishing bottle.

She asked a few boys to glue the rope on the back wall of the classroom, and then asked everyone to hang their wishing bottles on the rope.

Almost everyone hangs it with their own hands, and those who don’t know it can learn it now. In short, everyone thinks that hanging it by hand is more commemorative.

Everyone gathered around the back of the classroom, noisy and entangled. Mu Zi stood on the podium, watching this scene, feeling a little sore in the eye sockets.

She picked up the phone, turned on the camera, and the lens was aimed at this scene——

Forever rebellious teenagers who don’t wear their school uniforms, desks and chairs that are always crooked, desks that are always piled up with stacks of books, aisles that are always scattered with schoolbags and folders, are always drawn by naughty boys with chalk The unrecognizable rear blackboard...

click-

The sound of the shutter of the mobile phone was lost in the noise.

This messy scene is always fixed in the photo frame, time flies, and the vicissitudes of life, but as long as you see this photo, everyone's thoughts will go back to that year, to that 100 days of cold spring but warm and harmonious.

After the class meeting ended, everyone was still expressing their inner emotions.

After Jiang Yufan went to the office, he came back to look for Zhong Chaozhou: "I just checked your performance trend chart."

"……what?"

"Yeah. In the current state, keep it up." Jiang Yufan smiled, "You have enough strength to compete for the three or four places in the investigative department of the OUHK."

Zhong Chaozhou also smiled back: "Okay, then we will go to Beijing together."

"Ok!"

Zhong Chaozhou smiled and rubbed Jiang Yufan's hair.

Ah, my cub is so cute!

"Brother Zhou, Brother Fan!" Shen Yi'an stood at the door of the class and waved frantically, "Come on, come on!"

"What are you doing, kid?"

"Here, cake." Shen Yi'an held a small piece of cake and said, "Our homeroom teacher bought a big cake for our 100-day mobilization out of his own pocket, oh my god, the grandchildren in our class are so delicious, I snatched it for a long time Grab a piece and bring it to the two of you, share it with the two of you."

"..." Zhong Chaozhou's expression was dull for a while, "Damn it, you actually have cakes in 100 days!"

Jiang Yufan: "..."

Suddenly, I felt that the wishing bottle at the back of the classroom was no longer fragrant.

"Ah, that's right." Shen Yi'an didn't realize that something was wrong, "Many classes in our grade bought food, didn't you buy it?"

Zhong Chaozhou: "..."

Jiang Yufan: "..."

Although the growth PPT is very touching and heart-warming, and the wishing bottle is very beautiful and beautiful, but the spiritual things are a bit ethereal after all, and the food is real.

"We don't have anything to eat, but our things can be kept for a lifetime." Zhong Chaozhou said as if to comfort himself, took the paper plate in Shen Yi'an's hand and handed it to Jiang Yufan, "If you don't eat the cake delivered to your door, you don't want to eat it for nothing. you eat."

Jiang Yufan: "..."

Shen Yi'an: "..."

Blind dog eyes, thank you so much.

Perhaps it was because of Mu Zi's encouragement, everyone was doing homework and studying very seriously during evening self-study.

In the third year of high school, the evening self-study ends at [-]:[-], but the last evening self-study still rings at [-]:[-]. After the bell rings at [-]:[-], the teacher can leave directly, and the remaining half an hour is for exercise Students' self-discipline and self-learning ability.

Usually at this time, the class monitor or the school committee sits on the podium to play a symbolic role.

Wu Yanci, the monitor of the second class, made an appointment with Jiang Yufan, the study committee member, for a day, and it was Jiang Yufan's turn today.

As soon as the teacher left the classroom, Jiang Yufan took the book and walked to the podium. Just as he was about to sit down, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the wishing bottle hanging at the back of the classroom.

His eyesight is good, and he and Zhong Chaozhou's bottle can be seen at a glance.

One yellow and one powder.

Lightly touch together.

It's like SpongeBob SquarePants and Patrick.

The road ahead is bumpy, the journey is long, never leave, never give up, fortune and misfortune depend on each other.