Those naive children write essays.

Different standpoints, worldviews and values will produce different views and opinions. If you change your perspective and way of thinking, you will have new feelings and discoveries.

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Look at this group of energetic, lively and lovely primary school students. I can't help thinking of that delicate mirabilis jalapa.

Nothing has been going well recently. After graduating from college, I chose the campus because it has the purity of students and the truth of teachers. Not polluted by bad habits in society. No intrigue, intrigue, but ...

"With your conditions, you can go to those developed cities for development. Does this shabby rural primary school have the development potential of you as an undergraduate? 400 yuan a month, you are starving. You are a college student, what a poor teacher, really worthless ... "Aunt said slowly.

"That's enough, I'm so old, I can handle my own affairs!" I gave her an angry answer. This is not the first time I have heard such hurtful words. These words cut my heart like a knife, which stung my heart. In those days, I was like a wounded wolf, and I could only sing the loneliest song in the world in the virgin forest, silently soothing my pain in the hunter's bullets.

Finally, I was defeated. During May Day, I carried simple luggage and looked at the crumbling Red Star Primary School. The paint marks are particularly rough. Hongxing Primary School is located in an extremely remote village, with only 10 teaching staff, and everyone gets along well. I am sad to think of those clear eyes. I really want to sing "Actually, I don't want to leave, but I want to stay", but the subconscious social reality makes me full of infinite hope and yearning for the brightly lit big city. So, I didn't submit my resignation letter, didn't say goodbye to the lovely students, packed my bags and went home without hesitation, hoping to find another job.

On sunny days, I still go back and forth to the talent exchange center and attend various job fairs. Running around on dad's Wuyang motorcycle. If you can't get high, you can't get low. If you can't get high, you must go home. But all I can think about is those little guys. Did Yang Jiao catch up with her math scores after May Day? Does handsome Wang Wei still sleep in class? I teach graduating classes, and I promise to take them to Changsha Martyrs Park as long as 40% are admitted to key junior high schools. The students applauded. In their minds, the real park has never been seen before. So everyone is motivated by this and has a good enthusiasm for learning. The headmaster praised me for teaching students in accordance with their aptitude.

Oh, forget it. A good horse never looks back. They may meet better teachers.

"Sophia Kao ..." My worn-out mobile phone suddenly fell off the table. Damn it. Recently, bad things have always happened one after another, and you will encounter stones when you walk. I caught the old Nokia phone, but it is good and safe. I pressed the answer key. To my great curiosity, it was a childish voice.

Miss Yuan, this is Yang Jiao. Why don't you give us a lesson? We haven't had Chinese class for two or three days. Come back, we miss you. Later, I heard many lovely voices crying slightly. Miss Yuan, come back and give us a lesson. No one tells us stories or jokes now.

What a poor innocent child! I hung up without saying a word. What a bad behavior this is for children who are eager to learn, unforgivable behavior, beyond morality and ethics. Only when temptation activates evil wisdom will the moral balance tilt sharply. I made up my mind, I just want to pursue the beautiful aura of fame and fortune. I still ran smartly to the talent market, until one day I fell off the road to the ridge and the car was a few meters away from me, only to know that I was arrogant enough. Touch my broken leg, and a sharp pain makes my eyes blurred with tears.

Fortunately, it is harmless and heals itself at home. Several units asked me for an interview, but they didn't get it. On the day of healing, the principal took good care of me. Come back, the school needs you, and the children need you more. The children said they would come, but I turned them down. If I lose the purest, truest and most beautiful love in the world, what's the use of fame and fortune to me?

I limped into the campus with the help of Yang Jiao and other students on crutches. The headmaster held my hand with tears in his eyes. When I entered the playground, I saw a purple and unified team. Everyone held a wild purple jasmine in his left hand and raised his right hand to salute me. Then everyone gave me a purple jasmine. The headmaster took the lead in applauding. My tears flowed down like a dam, and my classmates were in tears.

Bundles of beautiful mirabilis jalapa were put on the lecture table in bottles by the students. There is a piece of white paper under the vase, which reads askew: Miss Yuan, will you never leave us again? We all love you! At the back is the signature of each student.

I choked up: Sorry, classmate, I will never leave you again. Don't cry, the crying child is not a good boy.

Facing their pure and kind hearts, I can't shed tears on the edge of injury and pain. Living in this world composed of love and beauty, this real life world, what reason can I not love them? They cured my pain with mirabilis jalapa. Isn't the role of mirabilis jalapa to heal my wounds?

I fell in love with every grass and tree here, and their noise echoed over Hongxing Primary School with childish children's voices. ...

Oh, that purple has changed my outlook on life and values since then.