Thanksgiving, to meet you.
I am selling the sunset, and you are generous as a god to sprinkle light on me. When I met you, from then on, the world was lit up. Beauty, too, followed.
Outside the window, the soft sunlight hangs obliquely on the branches and leaves of the pine and cypress, swaying out of the ground. Suddenly, I went back to three years ago, the same season, the same sunshine, the same us.
Stepping into the gate of the middle school, the nervous and confused mood always lingered in my heart, and my hands kept rubbing back and forth uneasily. When I first met you, I was deeply impressed by your plain white coat, slightly powdered face, slightly strong appearance, and approachable smile. I thought that the teachers in the middle school should be like the teachers before them, the old faces are full of traces of time, and the aggressive orders to the students, although I know that they are all the same hard, but I always feel unfeeling. But I am so delighted with your unique teaching style, I am excited, and I have met another great teacher!
With the pleasure of getting along day by day, I know that you are not the kind of teacher who wears black-rimmed glasses and can only teach in an old-fashioned manner, and his favorability towards you has also precipitated little by little over time. My love for the language has never been better, and I am full of infinite understanding of your lessons. As the saying goes, "Because a teacher likes a subject." ”
Teaching and educating people, these four words are the most appropriate to describe you, always interspersed with some positive thoughts in the lecture from time to time, and occasionally accompanied by a humorous and relaxed tone. A lesson, flying by in laughter, benefited me a lot. It seems that in my philology Xi, your eloquence and teachings have long been an indispensable part, but unlike before, it is unforgettable.
If you say how successful and excellent a person is, who can understand the hard work behind it?Every colorful lesson, every colorful speech, makes your voice often hoarse. Even so, you still impart knowledge to us with your passion. Even if the leg pain is unbearable, you will drag your tired body, and you will often shuttle in the corridor after being busy.
Even if you are ruthlessly reprimanded by the leader because of a classmate's violation of discipline, you will still face us with a smile, and talk about more life philosophies about your sour past, and then laugh it off. I am fascinated by the lessons in your class, the erudition of the teacher, and the delicacy of the elders, all of which are admirable.
Encounter is fate, no matter how many years you miss, no matter where time flows. Only if you don't forget each other, you can last a long time. May there always be a light in your eyes and live the way you want to be. Thanksgiving, to meet you.