The smile in the morning light was not radiant.

 　　The warm morning light shone on the playground, and a new day began. After the downpour, walking on the playground felt comfortable, like bathing in a spring breeze; we felt refreshed and invigorated – a truly precious morning.

　　This weather was perfect for today's physical education class, as our "Fun Sports Meet" included basketball-related events, so we decided to start by teaching the students how to dribble. We learned from the students that most weren't interested in basketball, but this didn't diminish our enthusiasm for teaching. If we could let them experience the charm of basketball through games, perhaps they would gradually come to like it. Despite our limited space, how could that dampen the students' enthusiasm for PE? They ran around, their bright smiles shining, their spirited figures like untamed horses galloping across the plains. However, things didn't go so smoothly; halfway through the class, a light drizzle began to fall. Since we hadn't checked the weather forecast beforehand or prepared for an indoor PE class, we had to let them study in the classroom.

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