To start with, the door creaked open, like turning the page of a book filled with the flavor of life. For one thing, that little girl who always kept her head down in the classroom was now standing on tiptoe in front of the easel, applying a golden hue to the sunflowers she was drawing. For another, the boy who was chasing butterflies during the break is now squatting on the balcony, helping his grandpa water the succulents, whose fingertips were filled with the fragrance of the soil.

In addition, the teachers were sitting on the sofa in the living room, listening to the parents recount their children's summer activities, 'He goes to the park every morning to collect leaves, saying he wants to make a 'book of summer'.' Also, 'She reads stories to her doll, with a tone even more serious than that of the teacher.' Evidently, every child's heart harbors a 'mini-universe' that we have never witnessed in that those passions and attentiveness outside the classroom are precisely the faint glimmers that education should protect.

Furthermore, 'Children always complain that the summer vacation is too boring. Thus, they keep holding their mobile phones and tablets and won't let go. What should we do?' In the parents' words, there was a hint of imperceptible anxiety. Correspondingly, teachers smiled, pointing towards the window, 'Why not take him on a long journey to see the mountains and the waters, and admire the magnificent landscapes of our country? Meanwhile, why not watch the popular summer movies? After all, you'll also gain something different; or you can just watch a rain shower to see how the raindrops create rhythms, and how the snails climb over the stone steps, because the 'textbook' in nature is more touching than the screen.'

Additionally, when it comes to safety, the words took on a more solemn tone. For instance, 'Even if the dragonflies by the pond are very beautiful, don't let the children get too close by themselves.' 'When crossing the road, let him act as a 'little traffic police officer', which is more effective than just preaching.' More remarkably, these wise instructions, like the morning dew in summer, gently fell upon parents' hearts, building a gentle defense line for children's vacation. 

From dawn to dusk, teachers' footsteps traversed the numerous alleys of the city. Sweat seeped into the shirt, leaving faint stains. Nevertheless, it couldn't hide the light in my eyes - because every time I knocked on the door, it was a 'mutual journey' with a family; Besides, every time we sat together for a long conversation, it was to enrich the roots of growth with one more handful of fertile soil. 

The cicadas' chirping continues, with the stories of the home visits also continuing. 

On the other hand, as the stars climbed up to the treetops, teachers' notebooks were already filled with the gifts of summer as follows: there were children's doodles, and even more so, the answers to questions about growth hidden within the details.

In conclusion, during this summer, education is not the blackboard in the classroom, but the sunshine and gentle breeze on the way of home visits; not the words in the textbooks, but the same expectations and tenderness in the eyes of both teachers and parents.