Vol 3 Chapter 7: cemetery

The next day, the kindergarten did not have classes, but there were activities. In the morning, there was a memorial service for September 18th. In the afternoon, I visited the Martyrs Cemetery.
At 9:18 in the morning, the air defense alarm sounded, and the children stood on the playground, watching the red flag descending to the middle section of the flagpole.
Today, before going out, Lu Zhengkang told him the temperature very intimately. Today is 17 degrees Celsius, overcast, and wearing a coat with red and white stripes is still a bit cold. The humidity is 98%. If nothing else, there is Rainy.
The air defense alarm alarmed the birds living in the green belt of the city. They rode the cool autumn breeze and glide across the sunless clouds. The children stood in a group with their heads down, but some curious babies would turn their heads. Looking to the sky.
On the horizon, the undulating walls of the city's high-rise siege are like clusters of jagged moss sprouts. Flying birds and birds swim between the universe and the duckweed in the urban jungle. The high-pitched siren in the trumpet was Shepard's tune, and it really looked like a blood-cry bird, a soul-broken singer, which made people constantly frightened.
In the depressed tone and stern tone, the world is like a jelly melted by pickling liquid, like a painter’s pen pool. In the turbid and colorful currents, the children stand on the island surrounded by the shoulders of their grandparents. You can look around, but you have to look down for a few days, the bones of the ancestors.
Zhang Yingxuan's face was sullen, tears kept dripping.
Su Xiangli looked at him blankly.
Qiu Qiongzhu was peeking at a black crow on the camphor tree in the corner of the playground.
Lu Zhengkang was just standing, there was no extra action, and his mind was empty, no extra thoughts.
The teachers stood in front of the national flag stand with their heads down, and the school leaders stood on the podium with their heads down.
Regardless of whether it is true or unintentional, bow your head, it looks like a statue.
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When heading to the Martyrs Cemetery, more than 80 children in the school took the bus together. Lu Zhengkang’s favorite mode of transportation. He enjoyed leaning his head on the shaking windowpane and looking at the scenery outside, but that was the past, now. The cars are very stable, but the city scenery is the same, not very attractive.
Lu Zhengkang still remembers the scenery along the road between the suburbs of the city. Under the half-cloudy and half-clear sky, the large paddy fields, the electric poles on the roadside and six or seven electric wires, the car drove along the roadside, and the concrete road. Suddenly flying backwards, the non-slip stripes are mixed together, and the wire strips move up and down in the field of view...
Lu Zhengkang is a little concerned about the emotional state of Teacher Wang Shuonian. Does the Mid-Autumn Festival congratulation letter make a good impression on the beautiful woman? He looked forward, and the two of them were sitting quite far away. Could it be that the letter was too implicit? In other words, why should I pay attention to the emotional life of an adult?
How to put it, this is life.
Lu Zhengkang stared at the back of his front seat. It was a bit dirty and stained with some suspicious stains. Was it the nasal secretions left by the extremities of the former passenger sitting in his seat? Or just drink stains, food soup? The sanitary condition on the bus is indeed worse than that of other means of transportation. Who would take such a bus? Senior tourist group?
Lu Zhengkang suddenly felt great frustration and depression. It was a day that was really unhappy, nothing to mention.
However, Zhang Yingxuan seemed to be even more sad. His father was a very patriotic person. Again, he had a family background, and he was able to empathize with the sufferings of history at a young age. This is actually quite remarkable. According to Lu Zhengkang’s observations, no Heartless little boys account for more than 98%, while adults are more numb.
Student Zhang Yingxuan couldn't help but cried.
When he cried, for some reason, a little girl from the hummingbird class also cried.
There are one or two, there are three, and after a while, there is a cry in the car, and the bus becomes a mourning hall.
The teachers were devastated and the driver comrades sullen the steering wheel.
Lu Zhengkang suddenly laughed.
Qiu Qiongzhu was also laughing.
Some children didn't know why they were crying, they just yelled with everyone, and now they saw someone laughing, they immediately became happy again.
In the changing scene of crying and laughing, Zhang Yingxuan is the hardest child, sweating, tears rippling, when everyone is laughing, only him is sad and distressing.
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Su Xiangli recorded Zhang Yingxuan's suffering, and the four of them gathered to watch the video while queuing outside the Martyrs Cemetery.
Lu Zhengkang smiled mercilessly, Su Xiangli smiled tremblingly, the video became a ball, Qiu Qiongzhu stared at Zhang Yingxuan with squinted eyes, the little boy's face flushed, a little angry.
"stop looking!"
"Good, good, look at it for a while."
They huddled together and laughed, until the team started calling, how many schools could be squeezed into a martyrs cemetery? The answer is six.
Two kindergartens, one elementary school, and three junior high schools.
It is true that there are too many schools now that the number of students in each school is small, but the number of teachers and students in the six schools is no longer a small number. There are crowds of people, the red flags are fluttering, and the serious occasions become vulgar and noisy and tiresome.
Lu Zhengkang recalled any school-level activities when he was a child, and an impression composition is indispensable after returning. Listening to the content of the conversations between the elementary and junior high school students, sure enough, this fine tradition is still continuing.
For the name Lu Zhengkang, there is really nothing to write about. It is the same and regardless of ~EbookFREE.me~ Just in such a crowded and happy environment, what can you think of it?
Write a narrative? When I came to the cemetery on a certain day, a certain year, a junior high school brother and a little brother who was a primary school student, they fought for a broom to sweep the graves of the martyrs. Then they were all taught by their teachers. Now, from this story, we are deeply aware of the importance of maintaining order...Fart, Lu Zhengkang saw this scene just thinking about how stupid these little boys are, they are rushing to do their dirty work. .
But he can’t really just write like that. On a solemn day, on a solemn occasion, he has to behave solemnly, right? You can't talk about academics in the mahjong hall, nor can you talk about cross talk in the library.
What exactly is form, what is measure?
Lu Zhengkang's most annoying saying: You have to master your own measures.
Young people just want to be frank and straightforward, lawless, what a sense of measure...
Is that for the future?
Just like many years ago, Lu Zhengkang would fight for a tomb-sweeping broom, just because it was not a drudgery, it was very glorious, very positive, and remembered the ancestors.
It is stupid to move oneself by oneself, but the self-movement of a group of people is noble. This is not irony, but a wonderful fact.
Lu Zhengkang saw the kid Zhang Yingxuan holding a broom, and another kid from a foreign school was also holding that broom, so the righteous partner Lu Zhengkang rushed up and pressed his palm on the opposite kid. Helping Zhang Yingxuan take the broom as his own on his face.
Today this cemetery, we have contracted the new kindergarten for Chunya!
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Sun Hui put down the phone and looked at her son coldly.
"The teacher said you bullied other children, is it true?"
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