People are different from year to year

How many years have passed, and how many students have returned to the world of mortals. Sometimes, we don't have to look through the broken chapters in our memory for what we have lost. Maybe an encounter or a meeting is enough for us to see our long cherished things in others. The kind of meeting we haven't seen for a long time, the kind of warmth we met unexpectedly, is enough to make us have endless aftertaste

In the afternoon, I passed a junior high school campus. It seemed that they were at the opening ceremony of this semester. The venue is arranged on the huge playground, the podium of the school leaders is placed in the shade of the building, thousands of students in uniform are placed in the sunshine of September, while ordinary "gay" teachers answer and make calls in the open space or on the ground in the last row of students, or more than a dozen teachers who have good relations are discussing in a circle, and under the trees lined with willows, Almost all the female teachers of the school are gathered, and the remaining dozens of female teachers are sandwiched in the square of students. However, you can see them almost at a glance, not because they are adults, but because several umbrellas of different colors held up on their heads expose them and betray them, because you can easily find them in the middle of the uniform.

At this time, a student representative went up to speak. His voice on the podium was not very loud. The lazy faces of thousands of students under the podium showed a kind of boredom and anxiety. The whispers in the crowded crowd sometimes overshadowed the voice on the podium. Only a middle-aged male teacher stood in the first row of their class and sometimes reminded the students of the class not to speak. However, such a stop can only bring a short period of silence, After a while, whispering began again. It was not easy for the student representatives to finish their speech. Some applauded, some were in a daze, and some continued to speak in a low voice. If the headmaster randomly selected a teacher and student under the stage at this time and asked them to paraphrase the speech of the student representative carelessly, it must be an embarrassing situation, because most teachers and students didn't listen at all.

Later, a female teacher took the stage to speak. To tell the truth, both her loud voice and the literary grace embodied in her speech are highly respected by me. The leaders on the podium, with different looks and sitting postures, are waiting for the final applause for the speakers at the right time.

Behind the student phalanx, male and female students go to the toilet with their companions, just like going to the market. This may really need convenience. Maybe they also have to leave to steal a free time. Occasionally, several teachers are mixed among the students and go to the toilet with their companions. The teacher's speech was wonderful. The students and teachers were in the same state as usual. However, in the applause for her, I had a share.

Then the headmaster spoke. The authentic Northern Shaanxi accent made me not interested in listening. As I walked, I thought that several years ago, I also attended such a school opening ceremony, but we didn't have a microphone, no camera shooting, or even a uniform and such a superior teaching environment. At that time, we talked, dazed and went to the bathroom like them. Now that kind of time can no longer be found. The students of that year have now returned to the society and played their respective roles. We have gone through this stage. These young and naughty figures are our year, but we can't go back to the middle of September and autumn.

So I thought of a poem "flowers are similar year after year, people are different year after year". Maybe we can't get back what we lost, but the young ones call back our long forgotten memories and let us recall our youth and ignorance in a moment of tenderness! After all, most people have to go out of school, go to society and be a bystander and outsider. Even those who have become teachers are among them, but now it is not the same year, because our memories are at the same stage. Just those classmates who are as free from all corners of society as I am, but they are the most silent in this noisy society. Still this September, I am no longer a teenager. Still this September, the flowers in full bloom in those years are still so fragrant, but people are different in the middle of this year.