My world double door

When the first rays of morning light cut through the sky, the simple campus slowly awakened from its slumber, like a quiet and vibrant painting, slowly unfolding in the morning breeze.

The gate of the campus is solemn and simple, like a silent guard, witnessing the changes of the years. At this time, the gate has not been fully opened, but the mottled paint and rusty door knocker tell the long history of the school. The glimmer of morning light sprinkled on the door, outlining a faint golden outline, adding a bit of mystery to this old door.

Walking into the campus, a straight cement road leads to the teaching building. On both sides of the road, tall sycamore trees are neatly arranged. The breeze in the morning gently blows, and the sycamore leaves rustle, as if whispering last night's dream. There are still crystal dewdrops hanging on the leaves, which are like bright pearls under the reflection of the sun, flashing charming light.

The teaching building is the most eye-catching building on campus. Although it has no gorgeous decorations, its simple lines and plain appearance reveal a solemnity and solemnity. In the morning light, the windows of the building reflect the golden sunlight, one by one, like the keys of a piano, as if waiting for the first movement of the morning. At this time, there are no students in the classroom, but it is conceivable that it will be filled with the sound of reading and heated discussions soon.

Around the teaching building, there is an open playground. The lawn on the playground is still covered with dew from last night, and it looks particularly green. In a corner of the playground, there are several unknown wild flowers, swaying gently in the breeze, blooming with brilliant colors. Pink, purple and white petals intertwine to form a small sea of ​​flowers. Among the flowers, bees and butterflies shuttle busily, adding a bit of smart beauty to this quiet campus.

On the other side of the playground, there is a row of simple basketball hoops. Although the basketball hoops are a bit old, the mottled paint and rusty baskets have witnessed countless fierce games. The morning sun shines through the gaps in the backboard and falls on the ground, forming irregular light and shadows. At this time, the playground is empty, but it can be imagined that after school, it will be full of students' vigorous figures and cheerful laughter.

Walking along the path beside the playground, we came to the school's small garden. The garden is full of various plants, including delicate roses, elegant jasmine, golden sunflowers, and many small flowers and grasses that cannot be named. The morning dew nourishes these plants, making them look more vibrant. In the center of the garden, there is a small fountain. The water of the fountain is clear and reflects colorful light under the sunshine. The water droplets splash on the surrounding stones, making a crisp sound, as if playing a beautiful morning song.

Next to the garden is an old pavilion. The pillars of the pavilion have faded a little, but the exquisite carvings and the upturned eaves still show the style of the year. There are several stone benches and stone tables in the pavilion. In the early morning, occasionally a few teachers sit here, breathing the fresh air while preparing for the day's classes.

Going forward, we came to the school library. The architectural style of the library is simple and grand, with white walls and blue roofs complementing each other, giving people a fresh and comfortable feeling. The door of the library is closed, but through the window, you can see the neatly arranged bookshelves and full shelves of books inside. The morning sun shines on the outer wall of the library, making this palace of knowledge more solemn and sacred.

In the corner of the campus, there is a small pond. The water in the pond is clear and you can see the sand and small fish swimming at the bottom of the water. There are several weeping willows planted by the pond. The willow branches are slender and soft, gently hanging on the water surface, and with the breeze blowing, they draw beautiful ripples. The morning sun shines through the gaps in the willow branches and sprinkles on the water surface, forming patches of golden light spots. The lotus in the pond is in full bloom, and the pink petals and tender yellow stamens complement each other, making it particularly delicate and moving. Crystal dewdrops rolled on the lotus leaves, and under the sunshine, they looked like sparkling gems.

At this time, melodious music sounded on the radio in the campus, which was a light campus song. The song echoed over the campus, as if awakening the vitality and vigor in every corner. Gradually, students began to walk into the campus one after another. They wore neat school uniforms and their faces were filled with youthful smiles. Some walked to the classroom in groups of three or five, talking and laughing; some were alone, holding books in their hands, and walking hurriedly; others were running on the playground, enjoying the beautiful time in the morning.

With the arrival of the students, the atmosphere on campus became lively. There was a clear sound of reading in the classroom, a neat sound of running on the playground, and the laughter of classmates in the garden. All this constituted a picture of a campus morning full of vitality and hope.

In this simple campus, there is no luxurious decoration, no magnificent buildings, but there are the purest smiles, the most sincere emotions, and the most beautiful dreams. The morning sun shines in every corner of the campus, lighting the way forward for the students and warming everyone's heart.

In the clear blue sky like a gem, the clouds are like dreamy dancers, lightly showing their gorgeous changes. The sun pours down without reservation, providing a dazzling stage light for this grand dance in the sky.

In the early morning, the sun had just risen, and the golden light gently touched the earth. At this time, the clouds are like elves that have just awakened, thin and light, floating in the sky like gauze. They seem to have been lightly painted with a touch of pink and orange by nature, the outstanding painter, which reflects the rising sun. These slender cloud threads seem to tremble slightly under the breeze, like the colorful ribbons fluttering in the hands of a fairy, smart and elegant.

As time goes by, the sun gradually rises, and the heat of the sun becomes more intense. The clouds began to thicken and gather together in clusters. Some clouds are like white marshmallows, fluffy and soft, making people want to reach out and touch them and feel the illusory texture; some are like rolling snow-capped mountains, majestic and spectacular, with golden light shining on the tops of the mountains. It seemed as if it had been plated with a layer of gold by the sunlight.

In this vast blue sky, the changes of clouds seem to be an improvisation without a script. A huge cloud moved slowly, its edge constantly changing shape. For a while, it looked like a soaring eagle, its sharp eyes seeming to overlook the earth; for a while, it looked like a giant winding snake. The body of the dragon is tumbling up and down in the sky, majestic. Next to it, another cloud looks like a naive little bear, with a chubby body and two ears playfully erect, as if it is looking curiously at the world around it.

At noon, the sun shines directly down, and the clouds in the sky seem to be ignited, showing a dazzling white color. At this time, the clouds are more three-dimensional and distinct. They are like castles suspended in the sky, with towering towers and wide walls. These castle-like clouds are constantly combining and separating, as if they are performing a fierce war. Sometimes, they will suddenly break into countless small pieces, like a city wall that collapsed after being hit by a cannonball; sometimes, they will quickly merge together to form a larger cloud, as if a victorious army is gathering.

In the afternoon, the breeze gradually picked up, and the dance of the clouds became lighter and more cheerful. Those originally static clouds began to flow slowly, as if being pushed by invisible hands. Some of them are like galloping horses, with flying hooves and fluttering manes, galloping through the sky; some are like elegant swans, stretching their slender necks and flapping their wings gently, as if they are gliding gracefully. Others are like a group of playful dolphins, jumping and flipping in the blue ocean, splashing white waves.

As the sun sets, the sky is dyed orange-red. The clouds seemed to be infected by the warm colors, and they put on gorgeous evening clothes. Some clouds are dyed deep purple, with a hint of golden color on the edges, like a mysterious lady; some are turned pink, like the shy face of a girl, charming and charming. The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the gaps in the clouds, forming golden beams of light, like a staircase leading to heaven.

In this final moment, the changes in the clouds reach their climax. A huge cloud is like a burning volcano, with red magma spewing out from the top of the mountain, and thick smoke rising straight into the sky; while the other cloud is like a phoenix reborn from the fire, spreading its gorgeous wings, Dancing in the flames. These spectacular scenes make people marvel at the uncanny craftsmanship of nature.

When the sun completely sets and night falls, the clouds in the sky gradually disappear. But the wonderful changes they left behind are deeply imprinted in people's hearts and become beautiful memories.

The clouds under the sunny sky are the spirits of the sky and the poets of nature. They use their shapes and colors to write endless poems and depict dreamlike pictures. Every time you look up, you can discover new surprises and feel the endless charm from the sky.

In our busy life, we might as well stop, look up at the blue sky, and appreciate the changing clouds. Immerse yourself in this beautiful scene, feel the warmth and power of nature, and let your soul get a moment of peace and comfort.

By the window of the office in the teaching building, Teacher Zhang Yi and Zhao Ya, who looked fair and tidy with light makeup, looked at the crazy campus outside the window, chatting with smiles on their faces.

But there was something strange in Zhao Ya's smile.

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"Li Yang, class is here, aren't you going to class?"

Zhao Ya smoothed her hair around her ears and watched the students finish their morning reading. She couldn't help but speak to Li Yang, who was still holding Zhang Yi in front of him.

"Go to class. The purpose of class is to learn knowledge, but of course you can only learn well when you are happy. I am distracted now and cannot study well."

Li Yang looked at Teacher Zhao Ya's eyes, smiled and stretched out his hand from Teacher Zhang Yi's arms, and said with a smile while walking towards her.

"You can't study when you're in a good or bad mood."

When Teacher Zhao Ya saw Li Yang coming to her side, she couldn't help but stroke the white dress on her body and spoke in a low voice.

"But how should I learn it? If Teacher Zhao Ya has any tricks, please tell me."

When Li Yang saw Teacher Zhao Ya's appearance, a bright look flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to pull the white arm outside her sleeveless dress as if coquettishly.

Their skins were touching, and teacher Zhao Ya's eyes were looking wildly. Just when Li Yang was nervous and didn't know what she would do, when he finished speaking, Zhao Ya suddenly took a step closer to him and pressed her body against him: " There is no magic trick, the only magic trick is to focus.”

As Zhao Ya spoke, she raised her bright eyes, raised her left hand and hugged Li Yang's neck like a friend, and said with a smile: "As long as you focus, no matter what your mood is, you can learn knowledge."

"Oh, so that's how it is."

Li Yang smiled and nodded, and understood in his heart.

It seems that Zhao Ya is also a teacher who has ideas and wants to improve.

With this thought in his mind, with teachers Lin Yue and Zhang Yi as a prelude, he started to act more boldly, and said with a bright smile: "So that's how it is, then this morning, I will study hard in teacher Zhao Ya's office and focus for a whole morning?" (End of this chapter)