时光流逝,在一所偏僻的农村小学我常常感觉不到往日的快乐,日复一日的工作、生活,身为教务主任的我,总是被一周18节的日常教学和琐碎的行政事物缠身。四年繁重的学校生活,感觉精疲力竭和麻木,直到今年的六一儿童节活动,才又唤起我的暖心和激情。那天天空格外湛蓝,白云悠闲,校园也显得分外干净整齐,树木花草似乎都张开了笑脸。平时一个个调皮的小家伙满脸都写着幸福的期待,小小演员们早早就涂脂抹粉,跃跃欲试。老师们脸上也洋溢着少有的朝气,忙碌着、欣喜着。 Time goes by, in a remote rural primary school, I often can not feel the joy of the past, daily work and life, and I, as Dean, are always ridden with 18 lessons a day and trivial administrative matters . Four years of heavy school life, I feel exhausted and numb, until this year’s Children’s Day activities, only to arouse my warmth and passion. Sky was particularly blue sky, white clouds leisurely, the campus also appears exceptionally clean and tidy trees and flowers seem to have opened a smile. Usually one naughty little guy face full of happy expectations, the little performers early grease coated powder, eager to try. The teachers are also filled with a rare vitality, busy, happy.