tell me

On the morning of leaving, the sky started to rain lightly.

The normally dry land became muddy, and people tended to climb up on the soles, toes, laces, and even trouser legs of pedestrians.

The children arrived very early today, so it is a blessing to be able to take an extra look and stay for an extra second.

There was still class in the morning, so Du Yu didn't go on talking, but taught them to read Su Shi's "Shui Tune Ge Tou".

"...People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult in ancient times. I hope that people will live a long time and share the joys and joys of thousands of miles."

"This poem means that we are born in this world, and we always have to experience all kinds of encounters and partings, ups and downs, just like the bright moon in the sky. But no matter how far apart, you just need to look up at the night. When the moon is bright, you can think that we are still under the same sky, and we still have the best wishes."

"Even if our voice is dissipated in the distance, the wind will know. It will convey our thoughts to you all the way, as if we have never left."

"Separation is bound to be painful, but it is not terrible." Du Yu smiled, "As long as there is one person who can remember this encounter, we will all have eternal life in your hearts, and even death cannot separate us."

"Hey! It's time for my math class again! Why are you all so sad and wrinkled? Is bitter gourd made in the cafeteria at noon?" Han Wentao stood on the podium with a constant smile on his thick and chubby face. "Be happy, be happy, today we will talk about a classic age issue."

"Suppose! The average age of our teaching team is 20 years old, and the average age of the children in the class is ten years old. Then, how many years later, will our age be [-] times your age? How many years later will it be [-] times Woolen cloth?"

"You may be wondering, this sounds like doubling? How can it be reduced! But in fact, this is not the same as addition and subtraction, it is a variable multiple relationship. We only need to make a simple equation, like this... ..." He turned his back and began to write chalk characters, "Solution: Suppose it takes x years..."

"So see it! I will be 40 times yours in ten years, and [-] times in [-] years." Putting his hands on the podium, "Think about it, if time is infinite, then the relationship between us The gap is not worth mentioning in the torrent of the times, but in the end we will be infinitely close."

"It's like, although you are only half my height now, you may be able to surpass me in five or six years. The more you grow, the smaller the internal gap between us will be."

"Growing up is actually a fast process. When I think back to my elementary school now, it seems like it was not long ago. But don't be afraid of growing up, and don't be confused about the future, because simplicity and hard work are always the toughest weapons in the world. "

"Maybe you will be frustrated because of this, but you will never feel guilty; maybe you will sink for a short time, but you will never be stuck for a lifetime; maybe your road will be longer than others, and the process will be more tortuous than others, but gold will always shine .”

"We never expect to use these ten days to change anything. Our wish is actually very simple." Han Wentao paused, "We only hope that in your fuzzy memories of the future, there will be a teaching team that once cherished sincerity. heart came."

"Hey, the brothers and sisters in front have told you a long list, right? Look at you, all of you are crying so hard." Lu Yinke leaned against the dilapidated basketball hoop, standing in a familiar lazy posture, "I don't know how to speak when I come to this kind of occasion, and it doesn't sound very pleasant when I say it. I'm wronged. You can just listen to a few words."

"Then I'll say—" he thought for two seconds, "Forget it, let's change it to a blessing."

"I wish you will be young forever, with tears in your eyes forever."

Midsummer is windy, with the dampness after the rain, but the air is thick and dull and oppressive.

Their brother Corgi smiled, but not as wildly as before, but only pursed his lips subtly, as the other brother often did.

He was the only one among the members who kept smiling, and the only one who clearly smiled but looked more sad than crying.

"It's a good thing to always have tears in my eyes." He said, "I hope you can understand what I don't understand; I hope you can find what I lack."

"This is my highest blessing to you."

The station is actually quite far from the primary school, but almost every child formed a team in twos and threes, and together with the principal rode the family electric tricycle to the train station a few kilometers away to see them off.

Such a small child can't read books, but all of them can skillfully drive such a big three-wheeled shuttle on the bumpy country road.

They can already support something with their immature arms.

It was evening when we arrived at the train station, and the lobby was full of black clouds.

Du Yu dragged his luggage and said to them: "It will be dangerous to go back later, so go back quickly."

They replied: "We don't want to be separated from you, will you come again next time?" They began to secretly wipe their tears.

Du Yu said that he would meet, but he knew in his heart that even if the people who came were not from the same group, they would actually not mind.

Children are like this, joys and sorrows come and go quickly.One second, tears flow like a flood, but the next second you can be happy because of a sweet word or a piece of candy, and the previous understanding and emotions will gradually fade away with the passage of time.

On the contrary, they were adults who seemed calm and dignified when they left.But those trivial and ordinary things in the memory have become things that will never be forgotten by accident as early as inadvertently.

"Ah Hu, don't cry anymore, a dignified man." Du Yu patted the boy on the head.

"But I—I really—don't want you to leave—" He choked up the words, "I knew I was leaving—why! Why are you still here—"

"That's what I said, but how can there be any reason to avoid the beginning when you know the result?" After he finished speaking, he was also taken aback, and the second half of the sentence came almost unconsciously, "If something has a positive impact, it doesn't matter if you try it. "

There are all kinds of people in the waiting hall, old people and children, men and women, watching mobile phones, reading newspapers, squatting in a daze, sitting and chatting, migrant workers, white-collar students, all stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the crowd. A circle of people.Even those who were dozing off stared at him in bewilderment, and then slowly shrank back.

People's sorrows and joys are not connected, they only feel noisy.

But I don't know why, this noise is not harsh, but because of the child's sincere crying, it brings a bit of innocence and loveliness.

They still buried their heads in doing their own things, but they didn't realize that the corners of their mouths were involuntarily raised.

Those who dozed off only felt that they had a sweet dream.

The return train was at night, and the train rolled on the rails after nine o'clock and rumbled.

A group of people struggled to carry the boxes to pass the inspection under the crowd, and the children stood on the outer circle to watch them enter the station.

It stands to reason that it should stop here.

But there are always people who will not be reconciled.

For example, Lu Xiaoou.

Also like Lu Yinke.

The little girl who had been silent for a long time suddenly made up her mind and stomped her feet desperately. Stepping on her little leather shoes, she hurriedly left the large army, quickly broke through the encirclement and rushed to the front line, heading towards a target one second before the group entered the station. A note was thrust into his hand.

"What is this?" Lu Yinke was stuck at the ticket gate with his suitcase, and the people behind pushed him forward.

"Let's go!" The little girl pulled up her flowery skirt again, her lower lip turned white from being bitten, "We'll see in the car!"

"What the hell is-"

Before he finished speaking, he was squeezed into the station by the people behind, and Lu Xiaoou's petite figure was instantly overwhelmed by the swarming crowd.

"Why are you stuck here? Crazy."

The people behind passed by him cursing, but Lu Yinke turned a deaf ear to him.He stared at the note and stood there in a daze, and he didn't seem to be aware of being hit by pedestrians driving a car several times.

There were only two lines of words on the paper, written crookedly with black ink pen, and the last signature was blurred with a water mark, and it looked dirty and messy after being wiped by hands.

But the heart trembled violently at that moment.

Then came a strong beating.

He understood the meaning of that water stain.

"What are you doing standing here?" Du Yu seemed to be coming back to look for him, dragging a box and walking in the opposite direction from the endless stream of people, his thin figure was both fragile and determined, "What are you holding in your hand?"

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing." Finally, he came back to his senses, the note in his hand was slowly squeezed, and he stepped past Du Yu, "Get in the car."

The light wind took advantage of the gap to sneak into the paper and peeped curiously. It saw the two lines written crookedly with black pen on it, and also saw the last large piece of smudge that made the whole paper dirty.

It reads:

"Thank you for being my friend and please remember me.

——Lu Xiaoou"

The train left anyway, and they waved goodbye.

Outside the window is pure and deep darkness.

The train whistled and disappeared into the darkness.

No matter how long we meet, there will always be a day of parting.

Children who cry bitterly will eventually grow up, and learning to say goodbye is a compulsory course from beginning to end.

Whether it's a classroom full of laughter, a playground full of sweat, or a prefabricated house that has been stained with familiar atmosphere.A group of people have been here before, but they also left quietly.

But they left the precious things in the photos, in the books, and in the memories that cannot be wiped out until death.

Did they change anything?

No.

But have they really changed nothing?