There was a scream from the balcony, and I just stepped into the classroom. Several students rushed out of the door, and most of them were crowded on the balcony. When the teacher came, a student shouted and made way for me. I walked to the concrete guardrail on the balcony. Two girls held my arm tightly, and I looked down-a dirty, black and thin body, under the same thin betel nut tree, resting on the scorching sun, twitching like an animal. After clenching your teeth, your jaws are deeply stuck. The foam in your mouth flows into your neck.

Epilepsy! The man who picks up rubbish on campus every day.

The balcony was quiet because of my arrival. However, on other balconies opposite the carved wallboard, a group of students are laughing and screaming at the mansion. A stone jumped down from the balcony and fell on the man, causing a burst of laughter. At this time, a burst of unspeakable sadness hit my heart. Nothing is more sad than witnessing the tragic situation of human suffering in an instant and the beginning of these lives addicted to kindness, numbness and selfishness!

Go back, go back to the classroom, I'm angry.

The bell rang, and I stood on the platform, with more than fifty heads drooping. Yes, they are children after all. Senior one students are not unsympathetic. Only when the door was closed, I opened my textbook. Suddenly, an uncontrollable sniffling sound came from behind my podium. A thatched head prone on the table, thin shoulders eagerly stirred up.

Cao Jing-I called him gently.

He slowly raised his head and his thin nose touched his lips. His black eyes looked at me gloomily, and then he bowed his head. It occurred to me that he was the only one who didn't go to the balcony.

This is the first week after school starts. This middle school enrolls students from all over the island. Most students come from the families of farm workers. They can enter this school from their hometown with few books. Are all literary stars in their hometown. They are excited by poverty and depressed by poverty.

On the first day, I met Cao Jing.

I introduced myself in pure Mandarin on the platform and said: Hello, classmates! I am from Beijing. My name is Xiaoping. With a bang, a table in the first row hit my podium. Surprised, I caught a pair of black eyes full of fear and excitement. He stole a look at me as he hurriedly straightened the table with his hands and feet. That day, according to my teaching habits, I first wrote Zhu Ziqing's essay < < Moonlight on the Lotus Pond > > I casually ask you which one of Zhu Ziqing's articles in my junior middle school I like best? In the first mixed answer, I said & gt and then asked why. They all said that the language was beautiful, the metaphor was good and not bad. Children who come out of the mud house are no worse than children in the city. I sincerely admire the rural teachers who walked in front of me, but the students' Mandarin, like biting their teeth, made my tongue ugly. I asked the university to recite the beginning of>, intermittently, and I couldn't come back. ........

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching. . . . There is a gurgling sound of running water in the classroom. I glanced at the little black boy, but he shut up and stared at me like a little old man. He was in a panic when I left him alone. The classroom is very quiet, and many feet squirm uneasily under the desks and chairs. I can't stand it because they are too poor.

Suddenly, black eyes raised their hands. I think & gt is better ... better ... I didn't react at the moment, my mind paused a few times and didn't say anything. I sat down, my black eyes drooping. This is a story full of vicissitudes, which is beyond the experience of these boys and girls. However, Black Eyes actually said that he liked & gt Although I immediately affirmed his speech, he never looked up, and that was Cao Jing.

The first class composition is handed in, and the proposition composition & gt I'm going to use this method to understand the family situation of students at the same time. I emphasize that it is not allowed to change the topic. After class, I read the composition a week later, and an unsigned composition caught my attention. The title was changed to> I was very angry, but after reading it, the fire went out. To be fair. This is a great article, but the whole article is shrouded in an unspeakable atmosphere, desolate, heavy, and even life. Listen to these four headings << a woman with no face >>,< papaya doesn't bear seeds >><& lt brass drums don't beat >>& lt& lt crying at the sea >> Four negatives project strange indifference and disappointment, which makes me depressed. I was amazed at the talent of the article, and I was deeply moved and shocked. It's not like a senior one. It's too old. Could it be plagiarism? However, when handing in the class composition after class and commenting on the composition, I deliberately criticized the article first, and especially emphasized the importance of propositional composition to the college entrance examination composition. I smiled and asked whose author it was, and my eyes searched from back to front. However, a small betel nut tree slowly grew under the podium. He gave me a timid look and bowed his head again. The clear nose water flowed down again. It's him! In the second week of composition, Cao Jing handed in a sketch, which was very abstract and looked like a woman's back for a long time. I didn't say anything. ....

(2)

I have carefully read Cao Jing's file in the academic affairs office, but it is just a few worthless papers. I only know that there are only his father and son in his family, and his father is a farm worker. He scored almost full marks in mathematics and physics in the senior high school entrance examination, but his English score was poor and his Chinese score was not high. I don't know what weird article he wrote on such an important exam.

Later, I left him on the balcony and talked a lot, but he didn't say a word. He always stands at attention with his head down, his nose sniffling, the night is gentle and frogs croak loudly. I know I met an extreme child, who is humble, self-respecting, smart and stupid. Such children can be princes or thieves. He needs more patience and love, looking at his thin figure. My 15, 16 year old son is not much taller than my 10 year old son. My heart doesn't make me angry. So, my hand stroked down from the hard hair and landed on his thin shoulder, sighing gently. I told him that he would not limit his writing ideas this semester, and he could write whatever he wanted. If it's true and you don't want to talk about today, you can write to me. You know, your writing is very talented, and the teacher likes it. I smiled and rubbed his shoulder.

His twelve-year-old boy shivered and looked up at me quickly. Thriller penetrated my heart through my fingertips. I tried to ask about his mother several times, but I was embarrassed. Listening to him sniffing his nose from time to time, I can rely on my mother's instinct. He has lost his maternal love for a long time. We both came down from the shadow of the stairs like girls.

However, I am destined to be such a student. Can I continue?

During the break, a group of girls surrounded me on the balcony. Under the betel nut tree downstairs, it is the garbage collector. His dark and thin body almost plunged into the bucket. There are several huge fertilizer bags on the ground, and the hot sun burns the dark bare back. The students on the balcony anchored and beat the dog, playing and frolicking. Cao Jing no longer hid in the corner, but stood silently in front of the guardrail not far from me. He looked at his back in the shade and looked at his outline from the side. His eyebrows are high, his nose is straight, his lips are sharp, especially his melancholy eyes with long and dense eyelashes. If it weren't for his runny nose from time to time, he would be a handsome boy!

I looked at him and he looked at the betel nut tree. His sixth sense is very sensitive. He suddenly turned in panic and walked towards the door of the classroom. When he passed me, his expression became very humble and gloomy. I am surprised at his change. What happened? Suddenly, with a short moan, I suddenly turned around and soon found the source of the sound. Under the betel nut tree, the garbage collector covered his head, shrank up and became brittle. Before I could see it clearly, he straightened up like a spring, sighed and fell backwards heavily. Then my limbs twitched, my eyes closed, my teeth clenched, and my mouth hissed in the hot sun.

A shrill laugh, three transfer students who just transferred to my class yesterday stood in the corridor, talking and laughing. Tall Liu Yang is holding a piece of cement with a huge ring on it. Suddenly, a little leopard jumped out from behind my head, and Liu Yang jumped a few steps in silence. He also bumped his head. No one waited for him to react. Liu Yang fell backwards and hit his head on the concrete fence. In an exclamation, the little leopard turned and climbed the ladder with red eyes. I quickly ran to help Liu Yang who fell to the ground, called several big men of sports teams to carry him to the school hospital, and a group of people shouted and buried him. I saw it: thin Cao Jing's knees were crisp on the garbage collector, who was biting an old-fashioned pen with a black stick full of foam in his mouth. ...........

Cao Jing, I looked anxiously at the students who had sent Liu Yang away, and then at Cao Jing, who was lonely and fragile on the ground and dull. I finally squatted down.

Cao Jinggang dug and twisted, and the man's neck was brittle. After five or six minutes, the sweeper was no longer stiff, his teeth were slack and his head suddenly tilted to one side. At this time, Cao Jing quickly took out a pen from his mouth and put it in his shirt pocket. With a flick of his right index finger, he wiped off two bubbles in his mouth and reached out to foam Hanshui on the man's forehead. I suddenly reached out and handed him a handkerchief. He looked up and gave me a quick look, shook his head gently and stood up slowly. This is, the scavenger opened his eyes and looked intently. His eyes stopped on my face for a long time, and I was shocked by his staring eyes. .

Thank you ... thank you ... his tongue is still stiff and he struggles to sit up.

Is it better? Looking at this twisted gray face, a burst of sadness welled up in my heart. Also, thank you ... little classmate ... The scavenger slowly raised his head and said to Cao Jing standing by, his eyes were very tired and gentle. Cao Jing had a nervous shock, and at the moment when she collided with her eyes, she suddenly turned and ran. At that moment, I clearly saw an old age and pain that was not suitable for his age.

(3)

Liu Yang was admitted to the hospital with a concussion, and the school quickly came up with a decision to compensate Cao Jing for medical expenses of one thousand yuan and ordered him to drop out of school. I silently looked at the old headmaster's drooping, white-haired head. The anger during the day has completely turned into humiliation and helplessness. I feel guilty for my incompetence, and I feel more painful for the humiliation of education. During the day in the Academic Affairs Office, I met Liu Yang's father's secretary. He said that the boss would not come back after working in Singapore, and he was ordered to be his sole agent. Only then did I know that Liu Yang's father was a rich man of Warner Corporation, and sponsored the school's 500,000 Teachers' Day. The science and education building of the school has been in existence for several years. Because of lack of money, it has been the ruins of new students. Now it is Mr. Liu who has erected this museum on campus. With the extra medical expenses, people can't stay? He is a child with great potential. Don't bother. I'll help him contact No.7 Middle School. The old headmaster raised his heavy head and looked at me wearily. I promise, he won't drop out of school. It's hard. Ashamed, ashamed, .........., the old headmaster, blinked his dry eyes hard and his loose eyelids trembled. I'm going to retire, thinking that the science and technology museum will be covered up, and I can also give an account of my 40-year career. It seems that this. ......

I left the headmaster's house silently, and there were two figures in the corridor at the door.

teacher .....

Lida ......

I turned on the light in the corridor. Now, the tired face of Zhang Qianbei scavenger and the gloomy face of Cao Jing are puzzled. Teacher, this is ... my father's ... gruff voice. I stood and waited for a while, not because I was surprised, but because some guesses were confirmed. My sixth sense caught a certain gene as early as these two black and thin faces. The man rubbed his hands humbly and finally spoke.

Oh, hello, Mr. Xiao ... His eyes calmed down with fear.

Hello, please come in. I quickly opened the door to let the father and son in, but the man waved and refused to come in anyway, so I could see that I was unhappy. Father and son put their shoes outside and went into the house barefoot. I struggled to finish. Just now, due to my efforts again, I also talked about the arrangement and difficulties of the old headmaster. Cao Jing kept his head down, and Lao Cao listened silently. Two bare and black hands were flat on my knees, and I, I gave more money, two thousand.

Dad, don't! Did you catch your money in the wind? Cao Jing, who kept his head down, said bitterly:

Jing!

It's not fair! It's not fair! Dad, you are always patient and patient. You forbid me to recognize you, to save you when you are sick, and to say that you have been hit on the head. He hit someone first, making you sick, but still making trouble without reason. Can you do whatever you want with money?

Ah Jing Lao Cao blushed. I am old and ill. I'll be fine soon. This is none of the students' business. It's none of your business ... you go back first, and I'll go later. Go, you go back first. ......

Cao Jing reluctantly left, while Lao Cao sat for a long time.

I couldn't sleep that night. I always have a poor face shaking in front of me and a broken woman's back.

Cao Jing turned out to be an educated youth abandoned child who returned to the city.

Long ago, Lao Cao was a farm driver, and that girl became his wife. She is the only educated youth in Beijing farm. When all the people who could fly flew, she went into Lao Cao's hut with the help of the farm leader.

Lao Cao said that he thought she could fly from the beginning, but he still really cared about her. Because of Beijing accent, she became an announcer on the farm. A gentle and melancholy voice often rings on the farm radio. Lao Cao said that he especially loved listening to his wife's words, but he was afraid every time he heard goodbye. He always seems to say goodbye to him, but when he really says goodbye, he doesn't say goodbye. She left quietly until she returned to Beijing, and sent a divorce letter and goodbye in the letter. That night, when he came back, the door was wide open, and one-year-old Jing stood naked under the betel nut tree in front of the door.

I do not blame her. She shouldn't be wronged all her life. At least she left me peace ... and Lao Cao's body shrank. Go back ... just go back? Nothing left behind will be good, and there will always be scabbed wounds. I can't judge the weak and helpless Beijing woman in the stormy years, because I used to be an educated youth. I am only depressed about the little life in my life. In all the China editions that left educated youth, how many young educated youths like Cao Jing were left? Their gloomy, lonely, eccentric and surly characters are a criticism of the years.

Jing is unlucky. His mother only left her a photo to make you laugh. Miss Xiao, you are ... a bit like Jing's mother. Jing and I have been saying this sentence ... I think of the abnormality when the father and son first listened to me, and think of the back and composition of Cao Jing's faceless girl. This is a thin and tough childhood memory, which left a scar on him. I shed tears for this son of our generation.

(4)

I am going to start a motorcycle class these days. What happened to Cao Jing is a foregone conclusion. The old headmaster has settled with No.7 Middle School, and Cao Jing will go to No.7 Middle School to study next week.

Liu Yang has always been better and kept at home. I once dragged Cao Jing to see him. It was a home without women, and only an old nanny accompanied him at home. Liu Yang in the mansion is no longer frivolous and gloomy at school, and some pale faces are full of vacant and loneliness.

In the amphitheatre, my open class.

I noticed Cao Jing as early as when I was studying. Today, he changed into a new suit, and his unkempt hair was very neat. When I entered, he was reading today's text aloud-<; Bo Gongying >> It is important to note that you have been trampled before you can survive, and you will be trampled again and again in the future, so you should live bravely. ......

This is a golden mouth that never opens its mouth.

He is talking to himself.

Today is his last day in this school. I turned to the balcony. There was no such scene under the betel nut tree not far away. When I turned around again, I looked at Liu Yang leaning against the back door of the desk, staring in the same direction. Today, he also came. The open class has begun. As a rule, there is a ten-minute speech before class, which is given every day. Cao Jing stood on the platform, his thin body hiding behind the big lecture table. This opportunity was arranged by me and requested by him. He stood behind the podium and didn't speak for a long time.

I looked at him.

The theme of my speech today is & gt .................................................................................................................................................... There were several loud noises from below ............................... His head was lifted and his eyes rested on the chalk box on the podium. Here, it is the street sweeper that everyone sees every day. He raised his head slightly and looked at the ceiling in the distance. There is something provocative in my eyes.

My grandmother, like Miss Xiao, is from Beijing and speaks Mandarin. But he only left me a figure. Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand from under the table and looked at another yellow photo. I heard a neighbor's grandmother say that in the days after my grandmother left, I didn't sleep until I had nipples. My dad gave me nipples with tears in his eyes until he bled ... My dad was a driver, but he was injured in a car accident, which drove me crazy. He came and went in the wind, endured insults and abuse, and wanted to make money for me to study and go to college in Beijing ... He had a fatherly heart, but people always bullied him, laughed at and despised his ragged appearance, and treated him like a dog every time he got sick. .....

His head hung down and paused for a long time before it was lifted. I was admitted to this key middle school, but I don't want to study. Dad is often ill and no one takes care of him. What if he is admitted to the university? I can't let my father pick up garbage for me alone. However, dad won't talk to me for this reason. Finally, my father came up with a way to rent a cabin nearby and pack the school trash can and garbage chute, but he made a condition that I was not allowed to recognize him except to meet outside on Sunday. He doesn't want me to be despised and insulted with him, but I can't rest assured. I can only look at Dad's dark and thin back on the balcony and see how he plunged into the trash can to find gold and pave the way for me, Dad. ................

Maybe, maybe one day, I will also go to scavenge. The body can encounter dignity and inferiority, but the human soul should be equal, so I like this passage in Chinese very much: You should know that you survived bravely after being trampled, and you should live bravely in the future .....;

The whole ladder teaching became silent, listening to the cry from the depths of the soul. The old headmaster was wiping his tears, and Liu Yang, who was sitting at the back of the classroom, bowed his head.

(5)

However, Cao Jing left me a letter without saying goodbye. The letter was a pen-and-ink drawing. The back of a woman walked around, one hand woke her eyes, the wind blew up her messy trouser legs, and the hazy outline outlined the lonely rhyme. There were only two words next to the back.

I never found him again. Just as I was listening to my seniors and peers after class, their father and son left quietly. Later, I went to No.7 Middle School with the old headmaster. The old headmaster, who is also white-haired, told us shamefully that they were going to accept the child, but they were in a dilemma when they got a call from the secretary of Warner Company, because their school-run factory was funded by Warner Company.

Warner, Liu Yang's dad's home.

For half a year, I have been looking for the child with black eyes. Many middle schools have looked for him, and my hometown has also inquired. No, Cao Jing and his son disappeared in the bustling world of mortals, and the school was looking for him. Liu Yang's father, the general manager of Warner, came back and was called back by his son. He came to school with Liu Yang and seriously put forward the instruction to let Cao Jing go back to school. He said that he never let a child who lost his maternal love go to school.

I'm here too. He is a very elegant man, tall, open-minded, profound and open-minded. I have a feminine instinct that he is unhappy about it. I believe what he said. My grandfather can see it easily, but my uncle is hard to find it. From then on, I was full of vigilance against the secretary's foot color. Pale Liu Yang is still pale, and sometimes he can see his lonely lost soul, wobbling, looking for something. The whole class seems to have a tacit understanding. When they have time, they will disperse and always come back sadly.

Cao Jing, where are you?

When the car passed Yanjili, suddenly a dark and thin figure came into my sight: pushing a small flatbed car with mud cloth and waste paper boxes on it, I stopped and jumped down in two steps. Cao Jing _ _ _ _ _ I ran and chased, staring at the back of the slightly curved cart.

Lida

I caught up with the car without walking a few steps and stopped on the road: a dirty, black and thin face looked at me in surprise. I slowly and suddenly stepped aside and watched my back disappear into the depths of the alley.

pity ...

Tears welled up in my eyes.