Four gusts of wind

Since the appearance of Teacher Ran, the time in class has become interesting, almost everyone is actively answering Teacher Ran's questions, and Teacher Ran rarely explains which childish words are right or wrong, in her words, every answer is an answer, and every question is worth studying. However, he was as always, except for the occasional question from Mr. Ran, his thoughts remained on the swaying branches outside the window and the birds flying in the sky.

"Long Shaoxing, do you know?".

He didn't hear the question clearly, but he was used to standing up after hearing his name, and then waiting for a hint from his tablemate.

"Why do you want to learn Chinese?" "

The head of the same table leaned on the table and whispered to him.

He didn't think about it, and blurted out a sentence because he was going to take the university entrance examination, which made the whole class laugh, and even Teacher Ran on the podium couldn't help laughing.

"I didn't expect you to be so realistic at such a young age, sit down." "

He sat down, and his table mates patted him on the shoulder.

"Tian Yu, you get up and answer." "

The same table was laughing, and a sentence that caught him off guard made him suffocate his laughter, and Long Shaoxing also followed his example and patted him on the shoulder while laughing.

"Teacher, I think what Long Shaoxing said just now is very right, learning Chinese is to be admitted to university. "

After answering at the same table, the class laughed even more happily, but Teacher Ran couldn't laugh anymore, she sighed helplessly, and quickly motioned for him to sit down, and then looked at Xiao Ran.

"Yu Xiaoran, you get up and talk about it." "

Xiao Ran slowly stood up, today she was wearing a thin red coat with a ponytail hanging from the collar, dividing the clothes into two red seas.

"Teacher, I think that learning Chinese is to be able to write magnificent poems like those poets in the past. "

"Very well, sit down." "

After speaking, Mr. Ran first glanced at him, and then picked up the chalk and quickly wrote down the two big words of mood on the blackboard. When he finished writing, he turned to face the audience.

"Students, what if I see a favorite scenery but I want to keep it? Like the view outside the window, we love it, but it stays there, we can't take it away, and it changes ...... with the seasons. "

As Teacher Ran's voice gradually became ethereal, his thoughts also quietly turned into his eyes flying high with the wind. Flying to the top of the mountain, he stood at the top of the tree and looked down, and at the foot of the mountain there was a path, on both sides of which were full of dead branches that had not had many leaves, and there was a horse-drawn carriage parked on the road, and on the carriage sat a man dressed exactly like the picture in the book. The man leaned back to the carriage, picked up the flask with one hand and took two sips from time to time, and the other hand naturally hung down, looking leisurely and contented.

He flew down curiously, and landed in front of the carriage, and when the man saw this, he reached out and handed him the wine, and he took a sip, and suddenly felt dizzy. In a swaying way, he handed the wine back to the man, who smiled at this, took the flask, jumped out of the carriage, took his hand and flew forward, and they flew faster and higher, and the wind grew stronger. The cold wind blew his face, he slowly recovered his consciousness, and then looked down, only to see the mountain and the mountain connected, spreading to the sky, and there were a few white cranes next to him.

When the man saw him wake up, he let go of his hand and pushed him into the sky. He opened his hand, followed the example of the white crane next to him, and closed it to feel the wind in his ears. The wind rustled, as if he was saying something, and he concentrated and tried to listen, but he couldn't hear why. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was not in the sky, but still standing in front of the carriage, and the people sitting in the carriage were still drinking to themselves.

He looked blankly at the man, who looked at him, chuckled, and drove away. He stood there, looking demented and in a trance, when someone pushed his arm. Under the slight shaking of his body, his thoughts returned to the classroom, Teacher Ran was still lecturing on the stage with great interest, and the students all straightened their heads and listened, only the table mates whispered softly beside them.

"Hey, what are you looking at? "

He waved his hand, said it was nothing, and then, like everyone else, straightened his neck and listened to the lecture.

"So, I want you not only to know what the poem means, but I want you to understand, even to be able to be in the context of the poem. "

Teacher Ran put his hand on the lectern and looked at the audience expectantly. The students all looked at each other as if they didn't understand, and they didn't know if they were in the environment that Teacher Ran said. Seeing this, Teacher Ran could only shake his head and continue to lecture.

Knock! knock! knock !!

The bell rang, he packed up his things and walked to the staircase to wait with Ermao and Liu Mei, as usual, still when the people were about to finish, his brother ran downstairs like crazy, and Sister Liu chased after him. They didn't say a word, and walked to the small flat in the distance tacitly, and said hello by the way when Sister Liu passed by.

"Tell your brother, don't come to school tomorrow if you have the ability." "

Sister Liu walked back to the classroom with a broom in a cannibalistic look, although she said so every time, but her brother lived well every day. Walking to the flat ground, my brother got up, threw his schoolbag, and headed towards the path in the forest, all in one go.

"Brother Jun, why do you want to be angry with Sister Liu every day?"

He and Ermao are just used to seeing their brother being chased and beaten by Sister Liu every day, but they have never thought about this problem. Perhaps, because Liu Mei is also a girl, she asked this question.

"Whoever wants to be angry with her, she is angry every day." "

The elder brother didn't answer too much, and Liu Mei didn't ask anymore.

Walking through the forest and returning home, my brother asked Liu Mei and Ermao to go home and wait as usual, and waited until they drove the cattle and sheep to pass by and then let the cattle come out to meet.

The brothers put away their schoolbags and came to the yard, where he stood and waited for his brother to go to the cattle pen to herd the cattle and sheep out. Waiting for the cattle and sheep to come out, two people and a dog drove the cattle and sheep to Ermao's house, passing the persimmon tree, the bright red persimmons hung all over the tree, and it is estimated that in a few days the persimmons will have to be picked off and put in the granary.

When they arrived at Ermao's house, they shouted loudly, and Ermao heard the sound and ran to the cattle pen while urging Liu Mei.

"Brother, where are you going today?".

The elder brother looked up at the sky full of clouds and said.

"It's rare to leave school so early today, go farther. "

The four of them drove the cattle and sheep out of the village, and walked on, passing the rice fields where they had been fishing that night, and the rice had been harvested, leaving only the straw tied into a cone. Further on, around a small mountainside, to the clear water stream, from the heights, the small stream at the bottom of the valley is still clear, the shrub leaves around the cliff have turned yellow, and a little dry spark can be ignited. Descending the path by the cliff came to another stream, where they had rested on his first home. To the right, along the stream, people and cattle and sheep walked on the ridge of the field, walked far, far away, on both sides of the field at night, the color of the leaves became varied, as if a woman was wearing a gorgeous flower dress.

It seems that the scenery in autumn is much more magnificent than in spring. Spring is beautiful, but most of its beauty lies in the flowers, but which flowers are too scattered, scattered, mixed with a touch of green, compared to the autumn leaves between the yellow and red patches, always feel that something is missing.

This is his fond feeling for autumn and spring.

After turning a corner, the clear water stream has disappeared, but the small stream has been extending forward, and there is no end in sight. The banks of the stream were covered with dead leaves, some of which had begun to rot, some of which were scented with a little of the leaves, and it was not known whether a fish would rush out under them, or whether they were frolicking or frightened by their footsteps.

Ahead, the stream and the path alternated, one to the left and the other to the right, and at their intersection, the cold stream was on the way, but fortunately, the water was not deep, and the cattle and sheep walked aside, and they followed the stones on the stream and came to the other side. After walking through the intersection, the surroundings became wider, and the hill on the right receded, giving way to a small dirt bag. The small dirt bags were surrounded by vacant rice paddies, but they had dried up now, and only the row next to them still had some water.

If there is no water in the field, the straw smell will be as light as nothing, otherwise, the straw smell will be particularly strong. Because many people in the village raise fish in the rice fields, whenever he smells the strong smell of straw, he will fantasize about the fat carp swimming in the fields.

Further on, the small dirt bag was pinned, and the line of sight in front of me became relatively narrow. They walked along the brook until they reached the edge of the forest, where they were covered with dead leaves, over which men and oxen walked over them, melting many of them into the soil, and the two were mixed to form a special taste.

After walking for about seven or eight minutes, the sight in front of me widened again, and this time the mountains on both sides tacitly retreated, and a larger small dirt bag conspicuously blocked the middle of the road, like a sleeping monster. To the left of the small earthen bag, there are still flat paddy fields, and on the right side of it, small streams converge into a small lake, and the lake reflects the stunning colors of autumn.