Fortunately, Liu Feng was reborn, and they met again, returning to the sunny and joyful campus days.
The school bell rang at just the right time, breaking the tranquility of the campus.
The children rushed out of the classroom like wild horses, and the entire corridor was filled with laughter and joy.
Some of them went to the toilet hand in hand, some chased and played, and others gathered together to jump rope and throw beanbags.
Liu Feng followed the flow of people out of the classroom, his steps light and easy.
He felt the vitality of the campus and breathed in the long-lost fresh air. Everything here felt both familiar and strange to him.
Memories of his past life intertwined with scenes from the present, leaving him with a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, mixed feelings).
Just then, a clear, bell-like voice interrupted his thoughts. Yu Jingya and Liu Xiaoling suddenly appeared in front of him.
They blocked his way.
Yu Jingya smiled, and a pair of dimples appeared on her fair face, making her look exceptionally beautiful and charming, causing ripples to spread across Liu Feng's heart.
Unlike his previous life, this time, Liu Feng neither backed down nor ran away; he simply responded to her with the most sincere smile.
"Sister Xiaoling, classmate Yu Jingya." Liu Feng greeted her with a smile, his tone carrying both regret from his past life and a sense of relief and appreciation for this life.
"Hello, Liu Feng, Xiao Ling and I are best friends, you should call me Sister Jingya!" Yu Jingya's words were a little playful and shy, and her eyes sparkled with a special light, the kind of emotion unique to young girls.
Then, Yu Jingya laughed out loud with Liu Xiaoling beside her, and she was already showing some signs of her beauty.
At this moment, Liu Feng was no longer the shy and timid boy he once was.
In his previous life, Liu Feng was rather shy and always avoided her. Every time she cornered him at the classroom door, he felt more fear than affection, like a little monk encountering a tigress.
Many years later, Liu Feng belatedly realized what he had missed back then! How fortunate it is to find someone who truly loves you.
But now, he is no longer that shy boy. The regrets of his past life have made him cherish the time and people in front of him even more.
Liu Feng smiled back at Yu Jingya with a calm and composed demeanor.
Then, he walked past them and tiptoed toward the door of the third-grade classroom to look for his younger brother, Liu Fei, who was playing there.
When Liu Fei saw his brother coming, he immediately dropped the glass marbles he was holding, ran to Liu Feng's side, and excitedly shouted, "Fourth Brother, you're here!"
Liu Feng smiled and patted his younger brother's head, saying, "Go ahead and play. Wait for me at your classroom door after school."
He didn't want to disturb his younger brother's play, so he left after saying that.
As I strolled through the familiar campus, looking at those familiar faces and scenery, my heart was filled with the wonderful feeling of being reborn.
Back in the classroom, the third period, Chinese class, began as scheduled.
Ms. Hu was a kind and approachable middle-aged woman, holding a brand-new Chinese textbook in her hand.
She smiled and said to the children, "Today we will learn a new text—'The Grassland,' which is a wonderful piece that describes the scenery of the vast grassland."
Teacher Hu explained the text in detail, and the children listened with great interest, as if they were on that vast grassland.
Suddenly, Teacher Hu stopped explaining and a mysterious smile appeared on his face: "Next, we're going to do a fun exercise. Everyone will take turns describing the grassland in your mind in one sentence."
This suggestion piqued the children's interest, and they eagerly raised their hands to speak.
When Liu Feng was called upon, he stood up and described, "The grassland in my mind is a vast green ocean of rolling grass, with sunlight shining on it, shimmering and warm, filled with the fresh scent of grass. In the distance, cattle and sheep graze leisurely, and children run and play on the grassland..."
His description unfolded like a vivid painting in the students' minds.
The classroom erupted in enthusiastic applause.
Next, other students shared their visions of the grassland: some described the scene of flowers blooming everywhere, some described the spectacular sight of horses galloping across the grassland, and others imagined eagles soaring in the sky.
When it was Wang Juan's turn, she stood up excitedly and said, "In my mind's grassland, there is a talking sheep that plays with me every day and tells me stories about the grassland."
This remark made the whole class burst into laughter, and even Teacher Hu couldn't help but laugh.
“Very good, Wang Juan has a rich imagination.”
Teacher Hu said with a smile, "But today we're learning about real grasslands. Everyone can use their imagination, but we should also keep it realistic."
Finally, Teacher Hu asked the students to discuss in groups and draw their own vision of the grassland.
The classroom suddenly became lively, with children gathering in small groups to discuss and draw.
In their writing, the grasslands come to life, full of childlike innocence and fun.
Liu Feng and Wang Juan also formed a group, and together they used crayons to sketch a beautiful grassland scene on paper.
On the lush green grass, colorful flowers dot the landscape, cattle and sheep graze leisurely, and the sky is a clear, deep blue.
Liu Feng also specially drew a happy little girl dancing on the grass.
Everything in the painting appears so harmonious and beautiful.
The happy little girl is the embodiment of Wang Juan; she wears a beautiful dress and sings and dances joyfully on the grass.
After finishing the drawing, Liu Feng returned the crayons to Wang Juan, who had a pretty little schoolbag filled with all sorts of stationery she liked.
However, Liu Feng's schoolbag was a small cloth bag sewn by He Qunfang herself, containing nothing but necessary books and pens.
When Ms. Hu saw that they had finished their artwork, she came over to admire it and nodded approvingly: "You all drew wonderfully! Especially this little girl, she brought the whole picture to life!"
She decided to put the painting on the classroom's "culture wall" so that all the students could appreciate it.
"Liu Feng, why don't you draw a girl with long hair?" Wang Juan asked curiously.
“Because it’s a drawing of you, with your short, ear-length hair, your rosy cheeks, and your big, dark eyes. Doesn’t it look like you?” Liu Feng replied with a smile. “But you’re not as pretty as you in real life.”
Wang Juan was overjoyed. She stared at the little girl in the drawing, looked at it carefully, and said, "You drew it very well, thank you!"
As the bell rang again, the Chinese class, filled with laughter and joy, came to an end.
In the classroom, the children learned knowledge, improved their expression skills, and felt the warmth of friendship in a relaxed and happy atmosphere.
Liu Feng was filled with emotion. He felt incredibly lucky to have met such an excellent teacher again.
Stepping out of the classroom, sunlight bathed the entire campus.
Liu Feng breathed in the fresh air, savoring the wonderful life he had been reborn into.
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