During the height of summer, "Sailing" accompanies you.

   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 elementary school students before me seemed diligent and eager to learn. Some time before class, a few children sat under the banyan trees, taking out their summer homework from their bags. When they encountered problems they couldn't solve, they discussed them with each other and even asked our team members for help. In the first lesson, a Chinese language class, the teacher led the students in appreciating the classic novel *Dream of the Red Chamber*, carefully analyzing the characters of Wang Xifeng, known for her quick wit and resourcefulness, and Lin Daiyu, who was transformed from the Crimson Pearl Flower. The children were most interested in drawing pictures based on poetry. The teacher assigned the poem "Quiet Night Thoughts," and each child was given a blank sheet of paper. Some children pondered how to draw the moonlight, while others worked on how to depict "I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon, then lower it to think of my hometown." After class, some children asked the Chinese teacher with innocent eyes, "Teacher, do you teach Chinese or drawing?"
  The first day of class was almost over; joyful times always pass quickly. During this short 10-day rural service activity, the "Sailing" social practice team accompanied the children, creating a pleasant memory for this summer vacation.

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