The Most Simple Wish

Every morning, Tao Huizhen's figure will appear in every corner of dacha village. Except for the village end at the foot of dacha mountain, Tao Huizhen walked all over the stream beside the village, the bamboo forest and every path in the village.

Of course, at the foot of dacha mountain, there is a small temple with a golden peak. Tao Huizhen has never been there. However, occasionally one morning, when Tao Huizhen approached the place, she could vaguely hear the sound of lingduo "Ding Ding".

Tao Huizhen stopped to think that Dai people believe in Southern Buddhism. Long ago, Dai People's culture and Buddhist culture were integrated. Now, Dai culture and Buddhist culture have declined in Dai. In Wang Keyuan's words, the temple is now surrounded by desolate walls, so modern compulsory education is particularly important for Dai people.

But when Tao Huizhen looks at the spire of the small temple that emerges from the green wood, she is also sad. She can think of the splendid culture in her mind. There is no conflict between Dai culture and compulsory education. It would be great if she could make progress in both aspects at the same time.

Many Dai people in the village have witnessed that Tao Huizhen is often alone, ushering in the first ray of sunshine through the branches and leaves. That look is especially pious. They peep at Tao Huizhen from a distance and feel that Tao Huizhen is out of place with the Dai nationality. She is always in a daze in the light. They can't see through her.

Spring is the plan of a year, and morning is the plan of a day. When Tao Huizhen was learning classical dance, she got up earlier than sunrise every day, and repeated the same action again and again quietly until her forehead and nose dripped sweat. As far as she is concerned, there is no essential difference between supporting teaching and practicing dancing. She has to pay again and again until she reaches her limit.

As she walked, she thought about how to teach better, which became her mission. The mosquito bag that was bitten by mosquitoes last night has not subsided, leaving a piece of red and swollen on her arm. She grabs it with her hand, holds her shoulder and goes back to dachacun primary school.

Surrounded by green mountains, dacha village is quiet and small. It seems that no one will know that there are still traces of people here. The smoke gradually fades down, and students from dacha village primary school come to school one after another. Tao Huizhen stands at the school gate to welcome these seeds of hope.

Tao Huizhen called the roll every day. Twenty eight students arrived today. She went up to the platform and began to write.

This is a pockmarked blackboard. Sometimes when Tao Huizhen writes, her handwriting will sink into the hole. As a result, her fingernails are abruptly broken and her chalk head falls to the ground. She immediately picks it up. She thinks of what Mr. Li said: broken chalk will be cheaper. Teachers work harder and students can use more books.

With this idea in mind, Tao Huizhen tries to write down the characters as small as possible, as long as the students can see them. She stared at the words she had written, and wrote a lot of money in every stroke. She was afraid that if she made a mistake, she would erase it and rewrite it again. Li Lao taught her a lot, and the environment of Dai village also made her realize the true meaning of frugality. While she taught her children knowledge, she was also constantly changing.

She regards everything about learning as a treasure. In her eyes, there is nothing more important than letting children learn knowledge.

After the senior courses, Tao Huizhen continued to speak one lesson at a time until she finished the first grade class. Pinching her numb thighs, she paced back and forth among the students. If she saw any student who couldn't, she would tell him again alone.

The textbooks used by the students of dachacun primary school are all from the Central Primary School of Mengla County. The textbooks used by the whole school are collected by Wang Ke Yuan. However, some students still don't have textbooks. It's not rare for two students to use one. Every time Tao Huizhen sees her students holding textbooks that others have scribbled, she can't help feeling sad.

She looked at the pitted blackboard again, some places showing the color of the sawdust itself. Three foot platform, creaky desk and chair, 28 students, a simple classroom with two windowless windows. This is the place where she supported teaching.

"Mr. Tao, he doesn't study hard." Yu'er points to a Liang sitting in the back row and reports to Tao Huizhen.

Tao Huizhen's eyes immediately filled with sternness. A Liang is holding a cylindrical object in his hand, weaving the colored string to the upper part of the cylinder. Tao Huizhen knew what it was. It was an unfinished little elephant foot drum. The foot and waist of the drum had not been carved, revealing the original gray of the Toon wood. But the surface of the drum has been sealed with cowhide. Between a Liang's casual touch, the little elephant foot drum makes a subtle sound.

Tao Huizhen's ears echoed that the day she just arrived at dacha village, the movement composed of elephant foot drum, Hulusi and Gong. A picture full of Dai Flavor once again appeared in her mind.

Making elephant foot drum is a kind of skill. Many Dai men know this skill. It's a process of paying great attention to details. It's no exaggeration to say that the skill of making elephant foot drum is an integral part of Dai culture. However, when a Liang brought the production of elephant foot drum to the classroom, Tao Huizhen was still very distressed. In Dao Xiaotong's class days, these things happen from time to time, and Tao Huizhen is certainly ready for this. She stares at a Liang and shakes her head.

"Mr. Tao, I have to have my own little elephant foot drum before the open door Festival." A Liang is not satisfied with Tao Huizhen's shaking her head.

"The teacher said, your mission is to learn, study hard."

"Some people say it's useless for us to study. We can never get out of Dai village. We can't cross that mountain! Learning can't be a road. It breaks when it rains! Teacher, I might as well knock elephant's foot drum. Our village has always been like this. Men should learn how to make elephant foot drum. "

Twenty seven students look at a Liang one after another. Along the empty window behind a Liang, you can see the "road" stretching to infinity.

"Who told you that?" Tao Huizhen stares at a Liang and asks. For a moment, she felt a pain in her chest. She knew her face must be very pale.

"My father."

"Your father says it's useless to study?"

"He said..." a Liang's voice went down and said with a strong accent: "he said, our family has been in dacha village for generations, and I didn't want to go out. Mr. Tao, my father said that studying here will not change my future. When I grow up, I will plant tea in Dai village like my father."

We need to learn more practical ways of life.

Tao Huizhen understands a Liang's father's meaning. This is a kind of ideology. Sometimes mountain village education can not be achieved overnight if someone is willing to teach. Many people still don't understand what the real meaning of learning is. This matter involves a word called "enrollment rate".

Education is imperceptible and the fundamental foundation of a country. The wider the coverage and the higher the average level, the more talents will be trained and the more profound the impact will be. But when it comes to someone, it may not seem so intuitive. Those people are bound by ideas, which requires someone to develop their ideas.

Tao Huizhen stood there for a long time, went back to the platform, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote down six words extravagantly - knowledge is power!

"Learning is useful. Learning can make us cross that mountain, not just the one outside dacha village, but there are more mountains beyond it. Knowledge can make us cross over. Knowledge can become a road. More importantly, knowledge can give us strength. Students, one day in the future, the mountain road in front of you will become a straight road that will not break even if it rains. This road can lead to the outside, to the whole China and the whole world. But we need knowledge and culture to strengthen ourselves, so that we can go further and see more widely. " Tao Huizhen swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and her passionate voice weakened. She looked at a pair of eyes like crystal sincerely and said: "the teacher assures you that the country has built countless mountain roads, and the road of dacha village will also be built. What you have to do is to study hard and welcome the arrival of that day."

Tao Huizhen's eyes are concentrated in the air, like a beam of strong light. She is very satisfied that she can convey her strong vision and trust in the motherland to her students. She is very satisfied with this set of speeches.

A Liang didn't mention his father again.

Tao Huizhen calls a Liang out of the school building and carries the little elephant foot drum on her shoulder. She remembers a rhythm in her mind and slaps the drum face of the little elephant foot drum. The sound of the drum is not shocking. It starts from the mouth behind the foot of the drum. The rhythm is bright, and it surrounds the ears of Tao Huizhen and a Liang.

Tao Huizhen shakes her head according to the beat rhythm. Her ruddy cheeks reflect light. Her beat rhythm is very similar to that, which can arouse the resonance between some music. After a while, she gave the little elephant foot drum back to a Liang and said, "don't bring it tomorrow. You should concentrate on your study."

A Liang is immersed in the atmosphere created by Tao Huizhen, his eyes brighten up: "teacher Tao, can you play elephant foot drum?"

"Music has something in common. Teachers have learned dance. Music can be said to be an important part of dance. Just as you dance like foot drum dance, you can't do without the accompaniment of musical instruments. Dance needs to be expressed through the rhythm of music." Tao Huizhen said with a smile: "no matter what you study, dance or music, the foundation is culture. As long as you study hard, you will be better than your teacher in the future."

"Mr. Tao, you are different from Mr. Song and Mr. Guo. I will listen to you and study hard."

"But the little elephant's foot drum still needs to be played. Let's learn and practice again. In addition, your little drum needs to be adjusted again. The timbre is not right." Tao Huizhen looks at the watch on her wrist. The pointer points to the noon. She gets up and prepares to ask the children to finish school at noon and have lunch together.

Opening the bamboo door of the school building, there was a huge collapse sound. The students were startled and exclaimed. The chair that Wu Huiyan, a fourth grade female student, sat in, completely collapsed. Li laoxiu repaired it again, but he still couldn't resist its final fate.

Tao Huizhen saw Wu Huiyan's small body fall to the ground, and the students gathered around her. She strode over in panic.