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  　　In truth, one never truly walks an unfamiliar road, for on this road, one becomes familiar with it as one walks, just as one never truly listens to an unfamiliar song, for on the listener, one becomes enamored with it. 　　It's just that familiar scenery may be gradually forgotten. We have looked back, but the relentless passage of time cannot be reversed. Our hurried steps cannot pause, we cannot retreat, we can only move forward. On that winding mountain road, our vision can no longer see the beautiful scenery we once traversed. 　　Teaching in rural areas once made us mistakenly believe that time had turned back. It seemed as if we had never grown up. The playful antics of the elementary school students were exactly how we were back then. 　　Now, we are like our former teachers, patiently correcting their Mandarin pronunciation again and again. Repeating simple arithmetic rules over and over, simply hoping to leave a deeper impression on the children. 　　In truth, one will always ...

    As a college student majoring in education, I need to master many skills required for teaching. Today was the first time the members of the "Sailing" social practice team truly stood on the platform as teachers, imparting knowledge to students. It was their first real experience, and I could sense that everyone was a little scared but also full of anticipation. The fear stemmed from the fact that it was their first time standing there, and they weren't sure if they could handle the role well; the anticipation came from the long preparation they had put into these classes, wanting to bring these students a unique kind of joy.   This afternoon, in a Chinese language and classical studies class, the students' clear voices reciting their lessons filled the entire campus, and laughter filled the classroom. Watching quietly from the sidelines, I could feel the same joy from the young teachers on stage. The Chinese language and classical studies class imparted the profo...

    Today was the first day of our rural service trip. The sky was a clear blue, the sun blazing, and a few lush banyan trees in front of the classroom offered a touch of shade in the sweltering heat. Golden millet lay quietly in the schoolyard, lazily basking in the sun. These languid millet stalks contrasted sharply with the children who arrived early in the afternoon. Before   afternoon classes even started, several children arrived in groups, looking at the unopened classroom doors, and asked our team members, "Teacher, when does class start?" These diligent children were somewhat different from my impression of them. I had   heard from some classmates who had participated in the rural service trip that   "elementary school students are very enthusiastic, but overly active,"   "elementary school students don't understand and will cry in class ," and   "elementary school students will discuss questions with other students."   But the eleme...

    The road we traveled, the scenery we saw, and the facts we learned. Today, the research team of Qihang Team encountered authentic rural scenery along the way.   Qinba Town in Wuchuan City has a relatively developed agriculture and is an important agricultural town. It is rich in bananas, longans, lychees, and papayas. Some areas have been developed into technical economic crop production bases. When the harvest season arrives, merchants from all over the country flock to the town, creating a beautiful scene. The fishing industry is also quite developed. Qinba Town vigorously implements the strategies of "science and technology to revitalize agriculture" and "information to revitalize agriculture," actively developing modern agriculture and vigorously promoting the agricultural industry. With the background of Qinba Town, the research team set off.   Qinba Town has many old revolutionary areas and a rich historical and cultural background. Rice paddies and pe...

    At 8:00 AM on July 12th, the "Sailing" social practice team began their first lesson of the day—physical education. The team members, filled with excitement, led the students to the playground, hoping to teach them shuttlecock kicking and long rope skipping. Unfortunately, the weather turned against them; just as they finished their warm-up exercises, a heavy rain began. Under the guidance of the team members, the students entered the classroom in an orderly fashion. Their original plans were disrupted, and they felt a little lost, unsure of what to do next. However, this awkward situation was quickly resolved. Even outdoors, the team members managed to make the students feel that physical education was enjoyable. For the remainder of the lesson, the team members played songs for them to sing, and had them play a game, pass the shuttlecock, and perform, such as self-introductions and reciting poems. Laughter filled the classroom.   These students, living in a sma...

    On July 12th, the second day of their social practice activity, students at Shangrong Primary School in Qinba Town, Wuchuan City, received their first dance class during their rural service trip. The instructors were two female members of the "Sailing" social practice team.   One of the team members said, "Line up in two rows and follow the teacher to the dance studio."   The children, in their innocent voices, replied, "Okay!"   The children followed behind the team members, chattering like little sparrows, until they reached the dance studio. A few impatient children were about to enter when a team member stopped them.   The team member gently said, "Before entering the dance studio, you must take off your shoes. Please take your shoes off and put them here."   Two primary school students murmured, "I've never heard of taking off shoes to enter a classroom."   Perhaps because there were no professional dance teachers, or perha...

   Today was the first day of our research trip. After breakfast, we set off full of energy. Because the research topics covered a wide range of areas, we split into three groups.   Our group initially chose to interview farmers in the fields, but because they were busy with farm work, many couldn't stop to answer our questions. Therefore, we had to change our research route to visiting villages. Persistence paid off; with the help of a kind auntie, we finally completed the first questionnaire.   Just as we wanted to continue our visits, the weather turned bad, and a sudden downpour forced us to stay at the auntie's house until the rain subsided slightly before continuing our interviews. In the following days, we met a very cooperative uncle and a kind and friendly grandmother. They not only enthusiastically helped us complete the questionnaires but also specially invited us to their homes for a meal, making us feel truly welcome from the villagers. However, we also ...

    Today was the first day of the rural service program. Seeing the slightly shy faces of the students, I couldn't help but think of my own childhood. My elementary school didn't have such programs, and I was always filled with envy and curiosity towards university students. I feel happy and fortunate for these elementary school students, who have such special memories in their elementary school years. Although it was the first day, the classes proceeded smoothly thanks to the well-arranged prior work. I had thought that elementary school students would be difficult to manage in class, but it wasn't at all. They were very well-behaved; as long as we were attentive, they would listen attentively. The classroom atmosphere was lively, and the students showed great enthusiasm and curiosity towards the teachers' lessons. Many students actively answered questions, and their answers were relatively informative. When asked about the conditions for plant germination, the studen...

   To allow children to fully appreciate the beauty of nature and cultivate a strong sense of environmental protection, the "Sailing" social practice team has been committed to bringing nature education into primary school classrooms. On July 12, 2016, they held their first nature education class at Shangrong Primary School in Qinba Town, Wuchuan City. The theme of this class was "Leaf Puzzle," using fallen leaves from nature to trim and piece together colorful pictures. Early in the morning, the nature education teachers got up to prepare materials, collecting leaves of various shapes and colors from under different trees before class. No two leaves are the same; nature is truly amazing. Even if two leaves are indistinguishable in color and size, one might have a small bite from an insect, and more importantly, their veins might be completely different. Some say children are both angels and devils; when they are mischievous, they are devils; when they are focused o...

   To fully utilize their professional expertise, the "Sailing" social practice team conducted a handicraft class in the classroom on the morning of July 13th. The main activity was using common leaves and the children's imaginations to cut and paste them into their favorite shapes. Before class, the team members were worried about what to do if they finished teaching the material before the class ended. However, seeing how enthusiastic the students were about the craft class, they realized their worries were unnecessary. Seeing the diverse creations of   the students, even a team member aspiring to be a teacher couldn't help but admire the children's thinking. Perhaps as we grow up, our thinking becomes limited. Like in Jimmy Liao's comics, the world of children is boundless, while the adult world is confined by reality. We dare not imagine, we are unwilling to create; we can't imagine that cut leaves can be pieced together into so many beautiful patterns...

  On July 13th, the third day of the "Sailing" social practice team, a new course—calligraphy—began. The students initially showed great interest in calligraphy. When the teacher brought calligraphy tools such as brushes and Xuan paper into the classroom, many students came over to observe curiously. The   class began with the teacher introducing the structure of the brush and how to hold it. The students watched with wide, curious eyes, then picked up their brushes and followed the teacher's steps to imitate the brushes. After correcting the students' grips, the teacher demonstrated a basic stroke in regular script—the horizontal stroke—on the blackboard. The students practiced on their paper, and their movements were quite impressive. Due to time constraints, the students only learned the horizontal stroke in the morning. In the afternoon, the teacher taught them the vertical stroke and the dot stroke. After practicing the basic strokes,   the students, under the te...

   To improve children's practical skills, help them understand the hardship of labor, and foster a greater appreciation for the fruits of others' labor and their current happy lives, the "Three Visits to the Countryside" team—the Qihang Social Practice Team—decided to conduct labor education. Labor practice is the foundation of labor education. The labor class focuses on practical work, integrating ideological education into the process. It organically combines ideological education with cultivating good habits and acquiring knowledge and skills, striving for a unity of practicality and education. Based on the actual situation, the Qihang Social Practice Team included "weeding on campus" in the labor curriculum.   On the day of labor class, students brought weeding tools from home, such as hoes and sickles, to school. They lined up and marched to the school playground to begin weeding. Each class had its own designated area, and everyone spread out, each oc...

 　　Half the year has passed, and each time I go to class, my feelings are different. Last time, I was secretly pleased that students asked me questions, and I felt a great sense of accomplishment when I answered them. But now, the students are the ones leading me in conversations about life and the world around me. 　　Standing in the corridor, I watch the homeroom teacher confidently lecturing on various materials announced by the leaders, while the students below 　　seem to be just going through the motions. The study room is the most harmonious place. The top students are writing furiously with their heads down, while the struggling students are fidgeting and scratching their heads, seemingly trying to figure out problems, but they just can't seem to get anywhere, feeling anxious and frustrated. Soon, my thoughts wander off somewhere else, and I stare blankly at something. There are always one or two couples in the corner of the classroom, whispering sweet nothings and playfully te...

  "The battle has finally begun!" With each ring of the bell, we stood on the three-foot-wide platform of our teaching careers. The night before, my heart was filled with anxiety and unease; I tossed and turned, unable to sleep soundly. This was the most uncertain lesson I'd ever given; there was no trial lesson, just a direct entry into the battlefield. Now, it was finally our turn. With the children's greetings of "Hello, teacher!", our nervousness subsided. Our eyes and hearts were filled with them, thinking about how to guide their thinking and elicit the answers I wanted. The topic of this lesson was embryonic development, and we were teaching second and third graders. Because there were some technical terms like "fertilized egg," "placenta," and "umbilical cord," we used comics and videos to help them understand more vividly.   The students were particularly excited when we explained fetal heart development and the mother...

 　　I wrote something last night, but it wasn't very well written, so I deleted it. This morning, however, I felt a pang of emotion, a feeling that lingered in my mind. I couldn't help but write down some of my feelings. 　　As expected, this morning, Xiao Nan's gift to us was a sudden downpour during the flag-raising ceremony, catching us off guard from our sentimental and melancholic mood. Perhaps this is its true nature. Previously, Xiao Nan had brought a continuous rainstorm from Qingming Festival to the Summer Solstice. This unpretentiousness is her true nature, and it's what we find most unforgettable. 　　Xiao Nan is our paradise, with its fallen petals, fragrant grasses, and tranquil paths adorned with shallow moss. 　　I believe the simplest world is the tranquility of nature and the pure sincerity of human relationships. Xiao Nan is more like a sanctuary for all of us. We were already forced into our twenties, one foot in the ivory tower of university, the other expo...

 　　 The lights were dim, the grayish color of a concrete road at dusk. It was noisy all around, the kind of sound that seemed to rush in from all directions, assaulting my ears with a painful intensity. 　　 The drinks were awful, the music was awful. 　　 Sitting in the farthest spot from the dance floor, quietly observing, subtly watching, I stealthily entered this run-down, unknown, low-class bar, observing the stories of those living a life of drunken stupor in such rudimentary conditions. 　　 I longed to discover souls with stories among these people; I desperately hoped to find the inspiration I craved, yet which had long since dried up. 　　 Everywhere I looked, there was only groaning, sickly intoxication. But this wasn't what I was looking for. 　　 A head slowly lifted from a corner, and I quickly scanned it. 　　 Her bloodshot eyes met mine. What eyes they were! Huge eyelids hung like canteens, ready to burst forth from any corner, washing over her young, beautiful face. Her 　　 eye...

 　　A comment on NetEase Cloud Music says that "good kids" aren't usually happy. 　　They're mostly taciturn, docile, and obedient, like a still valley without echoes, like the Dead Sea without waves, like a deserted horse track with no riders. 　　Good kids usually have their own secret garden: a diary, a space visible only to themselves, a never-updated social media feed, a pen pal they've never met, or a line of ants unnoticed under the window, or a plush toy stored away in the storage room. 　　Good kids, once they've chosen a friend, readily open up their colorful inner world, but because they're too eager, they almost never receive the empathy they crave. In the end, they're still alone. Once they've chosen a lover, their world revolves around them, but because of their poor, pale expressions of love, they can only helplessly lose the wild excitement and heartache. Good 　　kids have mostly cried secretly at night because of the many grievances they s...

 　　A life filled with stories. Stories are the essence of all forms of writing and art, and I love listening to and telling stories. 　　When I was little, my grandmother would tell me many folk tales and myths. Watching her silver hair flutter in the wind, I would immerse myself in the world she described. 　　Literature, film, music, drama, opera, crosstalk, sketch comedy, language arts, painting, sculpture, mythology. The literary theory book that influenced me the most, though not exactly orthodox, is simply called "Story." 　　I've read and heard many wonderful stories that I still remember fondly years later. I've also read many novels written by young people and works by young writers, listened to classical music, and listened to pop songs on the radio. I read popular novels and also Lao Tzu and Zhuangzi. Sometimes I feel like I'm a hodgepodge! 　　This hodgepodge doesn't feel good to me; life is chaotic, I admit. But finding patterns within chaos is also human...

 　　Dad is quite "understanding." 　　He signed me up for a bunch of classes, and finally, he said he'd buy me two hamsters, and thus, the extraordinary duo—Dudu and Kuku—was born. 　　I honestly didn't know hamsters were solitary animals. 　　Now it seems they're living quite happily. But I'm still worried. 　　Dudu is a little pudding hamster, and Kuku is a golden hamster. Kuku is a big, goofy guy; when Dudu bullies him, he just lets him. Dudu sleeps in the running wheel, and Kuku sleeps underneath. 　　When it's time to eat, Dudu occasionally squeezes into Kuku. No wonder, he thinks there's nothing he likes over there, so he squeezes over to take a look. 　　Actually, they've already been considerate of each other: Dudu squeezes into Kuku when he's sleeping, and later, seeing him sleeping, he focuses on eating and playing. Kuku never bothers Dudu; he treats Dudu like an older brother, but he really is a goofy older brother. They're so mischievous and...

 　　The sunlight was beautiful, gentle and full of love. Unable to resist its allure, I put down my book and strolled slowly through the countryside, basking in its warmth. The mountain village in mid-spring was serene, the fields bursting with vibrant green. A few ducks floated in the clear pond by the roadside, quacking and playing. Ripples spread across the water, shimmering 　　in the sunlight. Walking quietly, I came to a pine forest. The pine branches cast dappled shadows on the ground. The delicate fragrance of orchids wafted through the air, faint and subtle. 　　Passing through the pine forest, I reached the reservoir. Surrounded by green mountains, the water was a deep, clear blue. I found a clean rock to sit on, watching the shimmering waves gently kiss and embrace the rocks on the shore. Willows swayed along the bank, and several white waterbirds rested in the shade, their reflections in the rippling water dreamlike and enchanting. 　　Before I knew it, dusk had fallen. The se...

   An activity, a decision, a journey—our "Sailing" social practice team arrived at Shangrong Primary School in Qinba Town, Wuchuan City. We didn't expect to have good food and sleep; instead, we were prepared to do what we most wanted to do, facing the most difficult and impoverished circumstances.   During this process, we were filled with tension, fear, and worry. We were nervous about whether the children would understand our lessons; afraid about whether we could communicate effectively with them; and worried that the children would reject or dislike us. Fortunately, after arriving, the children warmly welcomed us.   In today's "Leaf Puzzle" craft class, the children brought their favorite leaves. We taught them how to make leaf puzzles, showed them some templates, and then had them work in groups to complete their own creations. This course was related to our major, so it was relatively easy to do.   "Teacher, look, this is the whale I made!"...

   July, the summer sun blazed down, the air thick with sweat, making it feel sticky and the sweltering heat reluctant to leave the cool air-conditioned rooms. Despite this seemingly lazy atmosphere, nothing could deter the team members from their rural outreach trip. A smile, a bright blue uniform, a mix of nervousness and anticipation, and a group photo—and so, on the morning of July 10th, 2017, the "Sailing" social practice team embarked on their journey to the countryside.   Enjoying the scenery along the way and listening to light music, after about two hours of driving, the team arrived at their destination—Shangrong Primary School in Qinba Town, Wuchuan City. As soon as the car door opened, the team members dragged their heavy suitcases and carried some daily necessities. Some children stared at the team members with curious eyes for a while. The bolder children approached and asked if the team members were the "little teachers" for the rural outreach program...

 　　Spring returns to the earth, grass grows and birds fly. The green grass in the fields spreads out... 　　It's Sunday again, and a friend called, saying, "Shazi, we're going on a picnic to the Hongshui River to relax. Do you want to come?" I readily agreed, quickly dropping everything I was doing. Only then did I realize that I had been locked up by the cold winter for so long, my heart wrapped in a thick coat, devoid of any novelty, my life a mess. 　　At seven in the morning, the sky began to brighten in the hazy light. Gouzi, Yumi, and I put on our simplest clothes, packed breakfast, and rode our bicycles towards the Hongshui River. The road rushed by under our wheels, as fast as birds flying south from the north in pursuit of spring. 　　We sang and laughed all the way. Yumi was the most lively of us, saying it had been a long time since we'd gone on a trip with our brothers. Today was a beautiful day, and we wanted to pack up some spring to take home and enjoy it...

 　　This summer, the rains have come unusually frequently. 　　Strolling at dusk, gazing at the distant mountains washed clean and blue, the smiling Qingshui River, watching the streetlights light up one by one, and seeing a few skateboarding teenagers darting like swifts in the square, a faint smile appears on my lips. A feeling of joy quietly grows in my heart, like tiny white mushrooms on a prairie after the rain— 　　I love the city's four seasons, their rhythms distinct and crisp. The leaves turn green overnight, crickets begin their afternoon chorus, the wind carries a slight chill from the moment autumn begins, and another morning arrives, the windowpanes adorned with delicate frost patterns. But my favorite season is still summer. Even though the midday sun is like molten steel, the nights are always as cool as silk. The streets are more bustling at night than during the day. People emerge from their concrete and steel cubicles; there are mountains of melon stalls, the aroma of ...

 　　I stood by the window, listening to the autumn wind howling. Maple leaves drifted down from the trees, landing steadily, while some, lighter in weight, swayed in the air, reluctant to fall. Some lively children playfully swatted at the leaves, leaving behind only scattered remains. 　　A gentle breeze rippled across the water, causing it to tremble slightly. The leaves, falling into the water, spun and spun, unable to find their way, only able to drift on the pale blue surface. I longed to rescue them, but the water was too deep, and I dared not risk it, leaving them to face the difficulties and risks alone. 　　The migrating geese had already begun their journey, flying far away with the wind. Looking up, the lead goose's long cry echoed in the vast sky, lingering for a long time. Hearing this sound, a traveler far from home feels a surge of longing for their hometown, yearning to follow the migrating geese back north to their birthplace. 　　Without the vibrant bloom of spring, autu...

1. Don't live by your dreams. 2. It's pointless to indulge in illusory dreams and forget about real life. Remember that. —J.K. Rowling, *Harry Potter* 3. It is the quality of one's convictions that determines success, not the number of followers. 4. Life is like a story: it's not about length, but quality. That's what matters most. —J.K. Rowling, *Harry Potter* 5. It takes extraordinary courage to fight your enemies, but even greater courage to stand up for yourself in front of your friends. —J.K. Rowling, *Harry Potter* 6. Expressing our true selves is a choice we make, and that's more important than our abilities. —J.K. Rowling, *Harry Potter* 7. It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities. —J.K. Rowling, *Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets* 8. If you want to know what a man's like , take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals. —J.K. Rowling, *Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire* 9. Then Snape knelt i...

 　　In a foreign land, I'm used to measuring the local customs with my eyes and understanding the folkways with my heart. No matter where I am, every brick, every tile, every person, and every event evokes endless emotions in me. 　　Yao'an has two distinctive features that I rarely saw before. In the north, where rainfall is scarce, single-story houses are the norm, but in Yao'an, pointed-roof tile houses are everywhere, surrounded by high walls forming deep courtyards with vermilion gates. Perhaps the branches in the courtyards couldn't resist climbing over the walls. Such architecture, in the north where family values ​​are strong, is both solemn and vibrant. I grew up in a mountain village, where I mostly saw stone houses nestled at the foot or halfway up the mountain. I rarely saw this kind of architecture, and my mind was full of questions: Why are the walls so high? Why are the gates red? Why are the roofs pointed? 　　Walking along the paths of this foreign land, wat...