In order to remember those memorabilia worthy of remembrance
To the green dream teacher Fu Qiwen.
Text: Feng Yong. I was still sending my blessings yesterday.
I heard sad news today.
Mr. Fu Qiwen passed away due to illness.
A little suddenly, tears filled my eyes.
Those endless touches.
Those wordless touches.
in this world.
We do our best for the sake of words.
Perhaps, life is an unspeakable process.
Those who are accepted by love and spoiled by joy.
A thunderclap, a premature death.
Gather all the pain.
I can't put my pain into words, I can't contain my sadness.
People may leave, but it is only a matter of time.
But, at this time, how I wished.
The teacher's fiery heart loves the world.
A little, even a little, a little slower.
There is no shortage of people in heaven.
There are too many laypeople in the world.
Why do you leave early?
Woohoo, my beloved respectable teacher and friend of letters.
In this green winter that has not completely disappeared.
You refuse to go.
I called out hoarsely.
Turned into a snow-white cloud.
Full of bloody words, weeping and asking the long sky.
Teacher Fu, let's say goodbye.
The author, Feng Yong, is a native of Jinzhai, Anhui Province. Since childhood, he has loved literature, and he has been forced by life to write for 20 years, and now he is studying Xi, and there are articles published in his own **. Respect: Use the simplest words to express the most sincere emotions.