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it can only be in memory, engraved deeply

by gmffagdn 香港2 月前

Last night, when my parents came back from work, my mother suddenly told me that she met Wu Yongjiang, and stressed that Wu Yongjiang was old. I don't mind, simply said, had seen his mother; and told me that before is before, before Wu Yongjiang is not so old. When was it before? Was it like last year or the year before last? Maybe all of them. I don't remember it very well.
Wu Yongjiang, a teacher in his hometown, moved to the city. In accordance with the hometown seniority, I should call him brother; but I love him because the teacher, when in school, he taught me, love me. I this person is not what attractions, nor what amazing place, but I also have the side of their own love and hate, is to have taught many of my teachers, I do not love, that is not willing to admit that they have is my teacher, because I think this two word they didn't even deserve to be "the teacher"; and Wu Yongjiang is my willing to admit that he is my teacher in one of the few.
When the teacher, teacher strong than now do not know how many times; now the teacher, a lot of people think is, how can the students who gain money; not thinking of education; and, in many cases, many of their students, all of them have anger, there a lot of reasons; some even want to kill them and then quickly. That doesn't mean there's a problem in education today. At the time of teaching, Wu Yongjiang thought that students could be promising, not how much they wanted to benefit from students, and how much they wanted to gain.
When Wu Yongjiang taught me, I just read the first grade students, although the time has been a long time, but I still have not forgotten. Many times, I want to forget a lot of things, but a lot of things will not forget, even if it is the first day of primary school registration process, I have not forgotten. Because my memory has always been better. So, at that time, what happened, I will remember, never forget.
Objectively speaking, when Wu Yongjiang taught me, it was not much different from other students, and I didn't pay special attention or special care to me. I have been learning, is very hard, but not what there is, he also excels; not for what I say, or what is the praise, just let I stooped to learn, honest. It is such a simple truth, let me enjoy the infinite in my life; do not care about what people say, do anything, as long as do their own thing, will be worthy of the heart.
At that time, because of the small age, many things can not have what feeling, and then I have my own experience, and every time you want to have a new feeling, but also has a new understanding. Later, he moved away from him because of the move. But sometimes I think of it from time to time, and sometimes I go to class in dreams, listening to his lectures. At that time, I really doubt whether it is really time to turn back. Will I really listen to him again?
Every time back home, all wanted to see Mr. Wu Yongjiang; but because I have not used, did not offer, so some shy, and I don't want to see him on my disappointed look; by chance, heard the teacher Wu Yongjiang to move to the city, wanted to meet him, and afraid to see him. This is an ostrich mentality, many people should know. After all, I was the same person, who didn't have any prospects, even if I wanted to invite him to dinner, and didn't dare to go to the big restaurant. At this time, how could I let him see my down and down side? So, it can only be in memory, engraved deeply, never forget

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