A young and ignorant teacher-student relationship
A female volunteer teacher from Beijing and a young boy from a poor mountainous area
"Teacher, where are you going?" The stream in his eyes froze.
"Do you know what's on the other side of the mountain?"
He didn't understand what I was talking about and frowned, looking anxious.
"There are still mountains on the other side of the mountain." He was a little impatient, "Teacher, where are you going?"
Is there still a mountain on the other side of the mountain?
Almost at the same time he said these words, we all looked at the rolling black mountains. The Gesang flowers on the mountains were in full bloom, like oil paints dipped in paint. The brushstrokes and color palette were breathtaking.
They don't talk, they just shake, shake, shake.
Intention: Grow like a Gesang flower