my world double door.

When the first ray of morning light breaks through the sky, the simple campus slowly wakes up from its slumber, like a tranquil and vibrant painting slowly unfolding in the morning breeze.

The gate of the campus is solemn and simple, like a silent guard, witnessing the changes of time. At this time, the gate has not been fully opened, but the mottled paint and rusty door knocker tell the long history of the school. The glimmer of morning light sprinkled on the door, outlining a faint golden outline, adding a bit of mystery to this old gate.

Walking into the campus, a straight cement road leads to the teaching building. On both sides of the road, tall sycamore trees are neatly arranged. The breeze in the morning blows gently, and the sycamore leaves rustle, as if whispering about last night's dreams. There are still crystal dewdrops hanging on the leaves, which are like bright pearls under the sunlight, shining with charming light.

The teaching building is the most eye-catching building on campus. Although it has no gorgeous decorations, its simple lines and plain appearance reveal a solemnity and dignity. In the morning light, the windows of the building reflect the golden sunlight, one by one, like the keys of a piano, as if waiting for the first movement of the morning. At this time, there are no students in the classroom, but it can be imagined that soon, it will be filled with the sound of reading aloud and heated discussions.

After passing the teaching building, there is an open playground. The grass on the playground is still covered with dew from last night, and it looks particularly green. In a corner of the playground, there are a few unknown wild flowers, swaying gently in the breeze, blooming with brilliant colors. Pink, purple and white petals intertwine with each other, forming a small sea of ​​flowers. Bees and butterflies are busy shuttling among the flowers, adding a bit of lively beauty to this quiet campus.

On the other side of the playground, there is a row of simple basketball hoops. Although the basketball hoops are a bit old, the mottled paint and rusty baskets have witnessed countless fierce games. The morning sun shines through the gaps in the backboards and sprinkles on the ground, forming irregular light and shadows. At this time, the playground is empty, but it can be imagined that after school, it will be filled with students' vigorous figures and cheerful laughter.

Walking along the path beside the playground, we came to the school's small garden. The garden was full of various plants, including beautiful roses, elegant jasmine, golden sunflowers, and many small flowers and grasses whose names we couldn't tell. The morning dew moistened these plants, making them look more vibrant. In the center of the garden, there was a small fountain. The water in the fountain was crystal clear, and under the sunlight, it reflected colorful light. The water droplets splashed on the surrounding stones, making a crisp sound, as if playing a beautiful morning song.

Next to the garden is an old pavilion. The pillars of the pavilion have faded a little, but the exquisite carvings and upturned eaves still show the charm of the past. There are several stone benches and stone tables in the pavilion. In the early morning, occasionally a few teachers will sit here, breathing the fresh air while preparing for the day's lessons.

We continued walking forward and came to the school library. The architectural style of the library was simple and elegant, with white walls and blue roofs complementing each other, giving people a fresh and comfortable feeling. The door of the library was closed, but through the windows, we could see neatly arranged bookshelves and full shelves of books. The morning sun shone on the outer wall of the library, making this palace of knowledge look more solemn and sacred.

In the corner of the campus, there is a small pond. The water in the pond is so clear that you can see the sand and small fish swimming at the bottom. There are several weeping willows planted by the pond. The willow branches are slender and soft, gently hanging on the water surface, and with the breeze blowing, they draw beautiful ripples. The morning sun shines through the gaps in the willow branches and sprinkles on the water surface, forming patches of golden light. The lotus in the pond is in full bloom, and the pink petals and tender yellow stamens set off each other, making them particularly delicate and beautiful. Crystal dewdrops roll on the lotus leaves, and under the sunlight, they look like sparkling gems.

At this time, melodious music sounded from the radio in the campus. It was a lively campus song. The song echoed over the campus, as if awakening the vitality and vigor in every corner. Gradually, students began to enter the campus one after another. They were wearing neat school uniforms, with youthful smiles on their faces. Some walked to the classroom in groups of three or five, talking and laughing; some walked alone, holding books in their hands, walking hurriedly; and some ran on the playground, enjoying the beautiful time in the morning.

With the arrival of students, the atmosphere on campus became lively. The sound of reading aloud came from the classroom, the sound of neat running sounded on the playground, and the laughter of students echoed in the garden. All of this constituted a picture of a campus morning full of vitality and hope.

In this simple campus, there are no luxurious decorations, no magnificent buildings, but there are the purest smiles, the most sincere emotions, and the most beautiful dreams. The morning sun shines on every corner of the campus, illuminating the students' way forward and warming everyone's heart.

In the clear blue sky, clouds are like dreamy dancers, lightly displaying their gorgeous changes. The sun pours down without reservation, providing a dazzling stage light for this grand dance in the sky.

In the early morning, the sun has just risen, and the golden light gently caresses the earth. At this time, the clouds are like elves that have just awakened, thin and light, floating in the sky like a veil. They seem to be gently painted with a layer of light pink and orange by the outstanding painter of nature, reflecting the rising sun. These slender clouds seem to tremble slightly in the breeze, like the ribbons in the hands of fairies, smart and elegant.

As time went by, the sun gradually rose higher, and the heat of the sun became stronger. The clouds began to become thicker, gathering together in groups. Some clouds were like white cotton candy, fluffy and soft, making people want to reach out and touch them to feel the illusory texture; others were like rolling snow-capped mountains, majestic and spectacular, with golden light shining on the top of the mountain, as if they were coated with a layer of gold by the sun.

In this vast blue sky, the changes of clouds seem to be an impromptu performance without a script. A huge cloud moves slowly, and its edge keeps changing shape. Sometimes it looks like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring, with its sharp eyes seeming to overlook the earth; sometimes it looks like a winding dragon, with its body surging in the sky, majestic and imposing. Next to it, another cloud looks like a cute little bear, with a round body and two ears standing up playfully, as if curiously looking at the world around it.

At noon, the sun shines down blazingly, and the clouds in the sky appear to be on fire, showing a dazzling white color. At this time, the clouds are more three-dimensional and vivid, like castles suspended in the air, with tall towers and wide walls. These castle-like clouds are constantly combining and separating, as if they are performing a fierce war. Sometimes, they will suddenly split into countless small pieces, like a collapsed wall after being hit by a cannonball; sometimes, they will quickly merge together to form a larger cloud, as if a victorious army is gathering.

In the afternoon, the breeze gradually picks up, and the dance of the clouds becomes lighter and more cheerful. The originally still clouds begin to flow slowly, as if pushed by invisible hands. Some of them are like galloping horses, with flying hooves and fluttering manes, galloping across the sky; some are like elegant swans, stretching their slender necks, flapping their wings gently, as if gliding gracefully. Others are like a group of playful dolphins, jumping and tumbling in the blue ocean, splashing white waves.

As the sun sets, the sky is dyed orange and red. The clouds seem to be infected by this warm color and put on gorgeous evening dresses. Some clouds are dyed dark purple with a touch of golden color on the edges, like a mysterious lady; some turn pink, like a shy girl's face, delicate and charming. The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the gaps in the clouds, forming golden beams of light, like a ladder leading to heaven.

At this last moment, the transformation of the clouds reached its climax. One huge cloud looked like a burning volcano, with red lava gushing out from the top of the mountain and thick smoke billowing into the sky; while another cloud looked like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, spreading its gorgeous wings and dancing in the flames. These spectacular scenes made people marvel at the uncanny workmanship of nature.

When the sun sets completely and night falls, the clouds in the sky gradually disappear. But the wonderful changes they leave behind are deeply imprinted in people's hearts and become beautiful memories. The clouds under the clear sky are the spirits of the sky and the poets of nature. They write endless poems and depict dreamlike pictures with their postures and colors. Every time you look up, you can find new surprises and feel the endless charm of the sky.

In our busy lives, we might as well stop and look up at the blue sky, appreciate the changes of the clouds, immerse ourselves in this beautiful scene, feel the warmth and power of nature, and let our hearts get a moment of peace and comfort.

By the window of the office in the teaching building, Teacher Zhang Yi and Zhao Ya, who was wearing light makeup and looked fair and neat, looked at the campus madness outside the window and chatted with smiles on their faces.

But there was something a little weird in Zhao Ya's smile.

……

"Li Yang, class is starting. Aren't you going to class?"

Zhao Ya smoothed the hair by her ears and watched as the students finished their morning reading. She couldn't help but speak to Li Yang who was still hugging Zhang Yi in front of her.

"Go to class. The purpose of class is to learn knowledge, but of course you can only learn well when you are happy. I am distracted now and can't study well."

Li Yang looked at Teacher Zhao Ya, smiled, took his hand out of Teacher Zhang Yi's arms, walked towards her, and said with a smile.

"How can you learn when you are in a good mood or a bad mood?"

When Teacher Zhao Ya saw Li Yang approaching her, she couldn't help but stroke her white dress and spoke in a low voice.

"But how should I learn it? Teacher Zhao Ya, do you have any tricks? Tell me about them."

When Li Yang saw Teacher Zhao Ya's appearance, a bright look flashed in his eyes. He reached out and pulled her white arm outside her sleeveless dress and spoke as if he was acting coquettishly.

Their skins touched, Teacher Zhao Ya's eyes looked around. Just when Li Yang was nervous and didn't know what she would do, when he finished speaking, Zhao Ya suddenly took a step closer to him and pressed her body against him: "What tricks are there? The only trick is to focus."

As Zhao Ya spoke, she raised her bright eyes, raised her left hand and hugged Li Yang's neck like a friend, and said with a smile: "As long as you focus, you can learn knowledge no matter what your mood is."

"Oh, so that's it."

Li Yang smiled and nodded, understanding in his heart.

It seems that Zhao Ya is also a teacher who has ideas and wants to improve.

With this thought in mind, and with the preparations of Teachers Lin Yue and Zhang Yi, he became much more bold and unrestrained when he started to work, and said with a bright smile: "So that's how it is, then this morning, I will study hard and concentrate in Teacher Zhao Ya's office, okay?" (End of this chapter)