I love hearing you call my name.
I love waking up to their smiling faces, their warm greetings of "Good morning, teacher!" That day, my mood is as bright as sunshine. I love their earnest and eager-to-learn attitude in class. They love asking "why, why?" and even when I can't answer immediately, they're not embarrassed to admit they don't know either. I love holding hands as we stroll and play ball on the playground. After dinner, with the sunset still in the air and a gentle breeze blowing, they want to stay by your side, so sweet and adorable. I don't know when it started, but I no longer find their noise and crowding annoying; instead, I increasingly love playing with them. I'm infected by their childlike innocence; their direct expression of love for us is so heartwarming. These past few days, it's been more about mutual learning between us and the students. They've helped us slowly rediscover a long-lost mindset: the world is beautiful, and we must keep moving forward.
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