[**Shenyang Evening News].
Du Yingjiao. It's another year of cold wind, and it's also this season to see you for the first time. You are tall, handsome with deep and somewhat melancholy eyes, and fluffy shoulder-length hair that is more in line with your poet's temperament. The bell rings and you walk into the classroom and become my homeroom teacher.
At that time, I was so shy and timid, like an unknown flower on the side of the road, so small that no one cared about it, and I longed for someone to stop. How it wants to tell the world that it is also trying to make itself bloom.
I sat in the corner of the classroom all the time, as quiet as the little flowers outside the window. In a class, a classmate asks you about the poetry problem, and you tell us about the imagery in the poem. As you recited the poems from your poetry book, a piece of music sounded in the classroom, and the beautiful notes flowed and jumped slowly, which was the first time I felt the beauty of poetry. I not only feel the charm of words in poetry, but also understand the emotions behind words. At this moment, I met your gaze, and for only a few seconds, you smiled faintly, and your gaze was pure and bright like that of a big boy.
One day, I had to walk into your office to ask for leave because of something at home, and I wandered the hallway for a while before finally mustering up the courage to knock on the door. When I got the fake note and was about to turn away, you stopped me again and gave me a copy of your poetry book, and I begged you to sign my name on the poetry book, and my voice was low and low to the dust. Since then, this book of poems has been with me and is the most precious gift I have received in this life.
In class, you read the essay I wrote as a model text, my face turned red, I lowered my head, and I knew that some students were looking back at me. One night, I wrote line after line of poetry, and before I went on vacation, I showed it to you, and you stroked my head and told me firmly that this was poetry, and that your bright smile was happier than mine.
You gave me a lot of books, encouraged me to read more, made me participate in essay competitions, and my name really appeared in newspapers and magazines again and again, which I could never have imagined before.
Only you know in the world, I really long for a spiritual world, where I can express myself to my heart's content, dance happily to the beautiful notes, touch the past in the silence, and watch those unknown little flowers bloom with beauty and confidence.
On the day of graduation, you took the harmonica and played a tune for us, the piano sounded melodious, and after the end you told us that gathering is a fire, and scattering is a sky full of stars. Years later, I also became a teacher.
In my life, I will always meet some people who bring me warmth, like a cloud touching another cloud, a soul awakens another soul, let a flower become a flower, let a tree become a tree, thank you for appearing in my life.
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