Broken branches on the windowsill -

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have a few days [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], they are placed in the bottle on the window, carrying the expectations of how many.
sixteen classes each day to class, I have to go south window to see them, I actually have and look forward to those students with the day they carve out a brilliant flower.
schools pruning [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], they are ruthlessly cut from the spring, several students carefully holding them back, gave them to the other world, another piece of water. However, there will not be part of their land because they are not the root, you have land, and how?
really difficult to understand why pruning is not in the winter, not in the branch before germination, and to open their flowers are not open to the time, life and life to cut them? Why not give them a spring, give them a brilliant chance?
The students also looked at them with my journeying, they are not children of the spring ah!
I do not know what to do now education, what do those boring calculation what is the use, whether the same as engaging in professional research what is the value of learning, what subjects do learn so much? I have seen were listless listless students every day, always tired child, like a day a few years working hard and making monk-like, create the best people can play it?
I doubt!
I can not open the bud eyes are blurred, the eyes of the students are vague, because I was sad, but it is sad plus students myopia ah!
this season, we should go out into the field, paid respects to the springs, mountain boarding, we should embrace the field, taste sweet, the wind calls, we should find happiness, shaping the mind and create the spirit, but we can it?
days in the passage of time, do not see the unfolding of a bud, but added that they see day after day in the shrinking, shrinking have pain in my heart in waves.
I look back only to find that students already recovered her eyes, where the machinery to do the questions that'll never finish, I saw only the students at the head of white hair that stud spring breeze wafted, there was a picture of a pale face.
me, and not also be inserted in the bottle that the poor broken branches it?
I hastened back to the podium, took out a thick paper, thin test analysis to find out, and began a lengthy and mechanical papers that comments, put it on the podium foaming with spittle flying piece of chalk, as catkins great swirling outside the window.
spring has nothing to do with us [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], we are concerned only with the exam!
; April 26, 2007 at noon

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