Open classroom, shabby doors and windows, simple desks and chairs, a podium painted with red paint.
Tomorrow is the beginning of school. It's a new semester. A group of new students, strange faces and a teacher familiar to everyone in the village.
This classroom is the only one in the village. There are more than 30 families in the whole village. Every year, there are more than ten children coming to study. There is only one teacher in the whole village.
I can't remember how many years ago, he was also a student from this room. At that time, even the teachers didn't exist, so the village head had to collect some old textbooks, teach them to know some words and learn some non-standard Mandarin. At that time, there was no red paint platform.
Some of the children who study in this school are either going out to work or following their parents in the housework. When the village head saw that everyone had no books to read or study, he was living a miserable life, and he couldn't help feeling guilty. Suddenly one day, a young man came back to teach. The village head burst into tears.
Although there are still no complete teaching facilities, but because a teacher came back, more and more children came to school. The village head specially called his son's assistant, and hastened to make a platform, which was painted with crimson paint, making the shabby earth house like a classroom of knowledge. The young teacher changed the situation that he only studied Chinese mathematics before. He began to teach children nature, sports, music, art
Many years later, students have gone from group to group, and the red paint on the podium has been cut off. From working and farming in the past to doing business and looking for work in the city, the village has gradually become rich. The development of education has led to economic development. Asphalt roads have been built in the village, and large buildings have been built in the village. A group of children who have walked out of this classroom come back with wealth, technology and happiness.
There is a new teaching building in the open space outside the old school. People repainted the podium with red paint. Although the repainted podium could not cover the dilapidated, it still stood proudly in the classroom, waiting for tomorrow to enter the new teaching classroom and continue its sacred mission. The new red paint makes it more brilliant as if it were burning.
The young man has become an old teacher, the new platform has become an old platform, time has changed its face, education has brought new life, sunrise has brought a crimson dawn, the red paint on the platform is as red as the fire in the sky, reflecting a red sky.