System: Best School Development
Chapter 21: Longing

After dinner, Handi moved a small stool and came to the courtyard to enjoy the coolness of this unusually bright moon tonight, like a streetlight hanging in the sky, and the bright moonlight spread to the ground and the clear puddles of water. .

Crickets, frog drums, and birdsong that have not been heard in the city for a long time, are all here, accompanied by the breeze of the night full of natural tones.

This situation reminds Handi of an ancient poem that pulled——

"Don't scare the magpies on a clear moon, the wind chants the sound of crickets in the middle of the night. The smell of rice flowers is a sign of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs humming the strains of nature."

“Teacher Han, what are you doing?” Mr. Rusli walked out of the room.

“Oh, it's nothing, look at the night sky, the moon here is bright and shining.” Sandy said with a smile.

“Not the night in the city is also bright and shining?” Mr. Rusli sat down next to Handi and lit a cigarette and started smoking.

"Yes, night in town ..." Handi thought for a moment and said, "... The color is full color."

Yes, the night in the city was colorful, Handi felt that the adjective Nurul used was very appropriate. The city still looks ordinary during the day, but at night, the red, majestic, and colorful lights, are more exciting than during the day.

Mr. Rusli smokes two smokes with his mouth and then the smoke is scattered in the air. The pale white smoke and silvery moonlight complemented each other, making this quiet night more peaceful.

The two stared at the moon without saying a word, and fell silent at the same time either for enjoying the sunyinya tonight or-.

After a long time, Mr. Rusli chanted poetry——

"The moon is silent when there is no word, and the moon is bright because there is love."

Then he turned his head and asked Handi, "What are you thinking? Miss your family in your town or miss your lover?"

Handi was startled for a while, and after a long time, he slowly replied, "No ..."

"I know that when you first come to this remote mountain village you will definitely find it difficult to adapt. It was inevitable that I would also miss home. That's normal ..." The cigarette in Mr. Rusli's hand had started short-term and he tapped the tip of the cigarette to the ground twice to knock down the tobacco that had been burned.

“No, I think the old me and the present one will see the same month as this” Handi said to himself.

“What did you say?” Mr. Rusli asked with a puzzled look.

"It's nothing" Handi smiled and shook her head, then asked back, "What about you? What about your family? Do you miss them?"

Mr. Rusli raised his head to look at the moon, his posture of holding a cigarette in his hand changed several times. After a long time, he smiled bitterly and said, "I have no other family members except my son."

Handi turned to look at Mr. Rusli in surprise At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was the same person as Mr. Rusli.

“Hey, don't mention these old things, my son --.” Mr. Rusli wore reading glasses hanging on his chest, and then picked up a notebook: “Come, Teacher Han, I have a question about the English lessons you delivered today. I still don't understand. Take this time to give me knowledge of the lesson. "

Handi immediately agreed: "Okay, what else do you not understand?"

“When you talk about vowels and consonants. The lessons were rather quick, and I who was too old was easily confused. There are some phonetic symbols that I don't think I can make. You can teach me again.” Mr. Rusli opened his notebook, and then took out a pen to start making notes.

"Oh, this, the difference between vowels and consonants is like this ..."

Under the moonlight, the excited Mr. Rusli asked Handi humbly, and Handi also patiently explained, if someone were to take this moment it would definitely be a matching photo. The name of this photo should be called "Cultural Feedback".

"Cultural feedback" refers to the phenomenon that the older generation studies and absorbs knowledge from the younger generation in this era of explosive information growth. For example, teaching parents to use cell phones and computers, letting them learn to surf the Internet, type, and understand popular things, are all cultural feedback.

Unwittingly, Handi's days at this rural elementary school in the mountainous Kawi area have entered their fifth day. Today is also Friday, and tomorrow will be the first weekend at this school.

Sandy woke up early today. He first ran dozens of rounds around the school grounds, and then started doing morning gymnastics.

Suddenly, some singing sounds rang out from the school door.

"The sun is in the sky, and the beautiful flower smiles at me, and the little bird says:" Very early in the morning, why did you carry an explosive bag on your back. I said I wanted to explode ... "

“What will you blow up?” Handi looked at Firman who was singing with a strange smile.

"Uh .. hehe, don't blow anything up, don't blow anything up ..." The Word scratched his head by pretending.

Handi patted the head of the Word: "What are you singing is a little strange if heard by others"

Firman touched his head and smiled sadly, afraid to speak.

Handi tidied the collar of the Word and said, "Don't sing crazily in the future, sing something creative if you want. Go back to class and put down your school bag, then come here to stand and wait for the national flag to fly."

“Yes! Teacher!” Firman saluted and ran into the classroom, put down his school bag and ran out quickly.

“Teacher, teacher, I can do other things just for the song I just sang.” The word said with a striking expression.

Handi looked speechless but did not want to quell Liu Xiangqian's enthusiasm, so he said helplessly: "What else do you have?"

Word began to sing with his innocent voice:

"The sun came up and I climbed the hill,

I grope on the hill,

I felt the high-voltage electricity,

My whole body was shaking with electricity,

And reached Hades Palace in an instant,

I saw Hades lighting a cigarette, I saw,

Hades released me back into the world,

Year after year, year after year,

I'll climb the hillside again ... "

“...., you really have it ... from whom did you learn?” Handi's scalp is numb.

“Hehe, forget.” The Word says without shame.

“Already!” Handi held Firman's head and stroked his hair several times, “You don't use such a smart brain to study hard, you use it for messy things, right?”

“No, teacher, I have studied hard since you came here.” Word was almost dizzy by Handi and hurriedly begged for mercy.

Although Handi criticized the Word jokingly, deceptions and poems sung by the Word, this reminded him of when he was the same age as these children. These things are so strange, it seems like there is no teacher to tell to learn them, almost every child will chant some poetry and sing some children's songs. Especially in an era when communication methods are lacking and internet information has not been popularized, it is amazing that these things can spread throughout the country and become a common chant of children.

Although these things are widely circulated among students, but in fact it belongs to a culture that is not true, as a teacher, Handi must control it, so that they have cultural admiration since childhood.