Thick black clouds are considering a XueQing.
The hotel, and disappeared from years of childhood friend again, nature is little not HanYin and stayed up all night talking. Memories of the far green time, each and every one of my classmates all turn out long time ago now, by the sight of that emerged playing, joke, misunderstanding, the feast of the scene, with a rise, let the person warm spring, pleasant easily.
However, mention "teacher" this two word, and the word becomes heavy up.
"Our teachers died, has five years." Partner tried to calm.
"Be? He shouldn't have left early!" I also deliberately appear said quietly.
Straight up, I looked at the window, looking forward to their eyes seem to have a fly snow drifts, arouse the distant memories.
Never smoke is the past, also can be in the diffuse mist in distinguish isolated mountain peaks and forests; Even if the memory well-grounded soil, also can be in the body of the cascade leaves identify the annual rings of history, because I have this persistent.
Perhaps is telepathy between heaven and man, every now and then to keep the snow, I thought back to forty years ago.
That year, we read the third grade.
October a snowy morning, the classmates all rang rang: "to the new teacher!"
To tell the truth, you are looking forward to replace the age between father and grandfather between the small old man, as long as the young point will do.
"Wow! Is he." A hilarious in class.
Oh, and understanding. Last month, he also with another young man into our classroom, but, when he is plumbing repairman.
That's great! Like this! We use eyes look up at him. He was generally, but not thin; The eye is not big, but it is a god; The face of the dimples more added a handsome. Although only seventeen years old, it also grace, but our hunch distantly a majesty.
He then former to us about the abacus calculation class, what "back a still nine", what "kick-out add five", how he speak is a spirit, we love to hear, we will, because he intended to teach, because he always smile. We finally tasted the pleasures of learning, every day in the school be sentimentally attached to four classes of time.
It is getting cold, the teacher will teach us a fire. The next morning, all arrived, they see the teacher of the ignition of firewood layer by layer in the oven set, then use red with cold hand took out the matches, will be getting pine Ming zi lighting:
"See, this is the next life, later everyone, according to do."
The fire is more and more popular, furnace cover the fire more red, small house full of warm, lang lang book rang up, and outdoor is a heavy snow, frozen travels fast.
Day by day, the students follow the teacher progress, so do I.
The teacher encouraged me: "you did good, want to continue to progress." In turn, I get the classmate of trust, when the class cadre.
The teacher read the excitement I composition, "look! The tall chimney standing in the factory center, a highway connecting the motherland's heart-Beijing......" His joy and happiness has inspired me and I'll fall in love with the thesis that later admitted to the university.
Four grade that year, is our most happiness also the most substantial time. In class, play, ice skating, trees and manure, student worker, do...... Are all teachers led.
Don't know why, fifth grade teacher taught us, everyone suddenly let out the some difficulty. But he do cyl cadres, often with us. Remember he guide our literature and art performance team rehearsed chorus, small opera, dance, crosstalk and DuiKouCi programs, parents can do.
Later, distantly hear adults to carry we talk about the teacher, like say elsewhere object, like he persuaded a bit is, can these words and would not let us hear, that we as in the fog, hazy. A bit, everyone also began to complain in the heart, the teacher alienates us.
But, the next one thing and let us be moved, a teacher postpartum blood loss, the teacher resolutely lost 400 cc, adult listened to all love dearly unceasingly, because he was less than 20 years old.
In junior high school, estimate is no one can tube of our class, school and sent back to the teacher.
The teacher look dignified, much less smile, but, looking for the number of our conversation, the family visit more often.
He told us, must learn mathematics, study Chinese well, learn new open every course, because they are useful.
He always goes over the course of the students counseling delay, make learning good classmates to help junior, do not let a person falling, and the whole class learning passion is really high!
He watched and found that students not unity between the symptom, conversation, persuade, until the reconciliation.
As we look forward to follow the teacher
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The teacher to the army, to leave us!
Originally, the teacher for a sojourner in the uncle's, not the children into the factory or hire full member, so has been as a substitute teacher. But it is twenty one year old, if you want to solve the problem of personal future, only the army this road.
The teacher must go! We told the teacher cry, and parents make, but, keep our dear teacher.
The day respectively, and snow every now and then, a piece of gloom.
Teacher wore red hibiscus, thrusting out his chest, head back, walking in a hurry, went all the way to the car on the new recruits, left behind a string footprints.
Car start it, we just saw him a sharp turn around, found that his eyes and we as quite red.
The teacher to give us a letter after troops, well-meaning, will we listen to the new teacher in charge, we promise, but it's hard to do.
The teacher then back to visit factory, and meet the students at home, it is said that scene is very moving, but unfortunately, I was far college campus.
The teacher then recovery back home, do the marshals, someone in the train seen him, he was very kind.
The teacher then sit on the railway GongAnChu long position, and I think it's because he is good, have the ability.
Many years later, I settled in
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Now, the news of late crushed my dreams, the teacher had away from us.
We always feel lucky, because the life early met the teacher; But now I feel very unfortunate, very helpless, because we prematurely lost that love, lost to the future of the expectation.
We have to accept the reality: the teacher no longer in this world!
Then, in my dictionary, "teacher" this word forever can be odd. It was patent, only belong to my teacher, the snow in every now and then in great haste my teacher!
