Nanyuan School? Jiang Jiayi On a warm spring day, we were drowsy in the dimly lit classroom.

You walked in with sunshine all over you - smiling, and the first words you spoke startled us all, "Let's go, let's skip biology class." We were all trembling.

The eyes of everyone who woke up were more hesitant than expectant, and the class was quiet for a while.

You shouted like a naughty big child: "Come on, spring is here, let's go out to study biology!" As soon as you finished speaking, everyone stood up noisily and rushed to the door excitedly, each one looking like five or six years old.

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The spring sunshine is so warm, and so lazy and casual. The wind blows casually, everything is so bright, and the school is quiet.

You walked surrounded by us, smiling contentedly and leisurely.

Along the Qingshui River, a redbud tree is in full bloom, and clusters of brilliant, dazzling purple flowers are fluttering in the wind.

You paused slightly and stared at this spring with such a gentle expression. The noisy us slowly calmed down and slowly gathered around, looking up at Kazuki's gentleness with a serious attitude we had never seen before.

You said: "Look at its tiny flowers, and what will you find?" "Do the new leaves look like little green hearts?" You casually recited the redbud you created: dense and dense.

The strips are red, and thousands of butterflies gather.

There are dense layers of heart-shaped leaves, and clusters of branches and fruits.

Your poetic language describes the beauty of nature. We are just immersed in the campus full of flowers in spring and immersed in the expectation of beauty.

In this way, you create a poem with a plant. You use your unique insight and beautiful expression to bring us into an ordinary but poetic campus.

You let us walk around campus by ourselves, looking for a plant that we could collect specimens from and look for in spring.

Everyone laughed and dispersed, and I secretly felt that this was really the strangest, most undisciplined, funniest, yet most knowledgeable teacher I had ever seen.

Another biology class, you took us to escape to the laboratory.

You are mysterious, happy and expectant, and our hearts are filled with joy.

A cold microscope, a simple glass specimen, under your debugging, you will actually see such a magical and magnificent microscopic world.

We rushed into the extremely beautiful area with curiosity, surprise and impatient mood. You held our hands and led us forward.

You were so audacious that you "secretly" lent us such a sophisticated instrument for home use. You said that even if you are idle, you may be able to train a scientist.

During holidays, we use it to see flowers, leaves, pollen, and microorganisms.

In this way, we got into the microscopic world of real life, and the beauty we experienced is still lingering in our minds and unforgettable.

On rainy days when the body cannot "skip class" or when the laboratory is closed, you take our spirit to "skip class".

You tell us a story, saying that there used to be a Pyracantha tree in the flower bed at the entrance of the classroom, and the fruit was edible. When Zhuge Liang captured Meng Huo seven times, the army rations were not in supply, so he relied on Pyracantha wild fruits to survive, which was also called "rescuing the army."

You said humorously that you used to tell the students the story of Pyracantha, but the students guarded the tree every day. When they finally expected the fruit to come, they would pick the green ones and eat them. You demonstrated "sour and astringent".

The look of bah made us laugh.

They continued to taste the apples until they were soft and delicious, neither sweet nor sour, and continued to share their experiences of tasting wild fruits.

Listening to your vivid campus story, of course I can't help but regret that the flower bed has been demolished and the tree is missing.

You are amiable, but we are a little disrespectful. You are kind but not out of touch. You are completely our friend, our teacher, and our friend since many years.

In the first year of junior high school, with your company, I fell in love with nature and observation amidst the flying laughter.

At the end of the first grade of junior high school, you responsibly promised to accompany us in the second grade of junior high school to continue "skipping classes".

But in the end, it didn’t come true. The biology class in the second grade of junior high school that was boring in the classroom, the biology class for the national examination, the biology class without you, everything is too different.

But occasionally I pass by a flowering tree, and I still stop and stare gently, thinking about how it prayed devoutly in front of the Buddha for five hundred years, thinking about how it looks like you described it, or checking to see if I have made any new discoveries.

It's spring again, and you're definitely taking your new students around campus and skipping classes.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile naughtily, sweet and melancholy.

It was a warm day again in the afternoon, so I sneaked downstairs and ran to the lawn behind the teaching building. From a distance, I saw you leading a group of children standing in front of the new ginkgo tree, reliving the memories in your dream again.

Hi, that’s great!

(I still remember how exquisite, delicate and delicate the veins of the leaves of various plants are. When looking at the sky, there are such fine textures, transparent leaves, delicate beauty, and carefully carved beauty.