Chapter 95: Looking Back (4)

(4) My Teachers (1)

1) Mr. Liu's padded jacket

Mr. Liu's padded jacket has to be worn from autumn to spring.

What's even more infuriating is that he is wearing a padded jacket and coughing cough.

The classmates went to the director to ask for a change of teacher, but I didn't get involved. I was afraid that the teacher I was getting in exchange for would not correct my own essays.

The first thing Mr. Liu did after he came to the podium was to take off his padded jacket, and he didn't forget to say: I am President XX, cough cough, General Nai (Nai) Wen!

During the Dragon Boat Festival, I want to go to Mr. Liu's house to make zongzi, and I have to walk around after eating.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will go to Mr. Liu's house to receive mooncakes and receive his earnest teachings.

From high school to college, every time he saw him on campus for seven years, the teacher wore his gray padded jacket and had to stop for interrogation.

Every time he asked, do you still write poems, do you want me to introduce you to Jidi Maga? I say no, he will know that I am your student later.

I knew that Mr. Liu was the best student in the same class of the famous poet Jidi Maga, the leader of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, so I stayed in school to teach our preparatory high school class. It was said by the head of the preparatory department when answering students' questions.

Now when I have to go out from autumn to spring, I realize how hard it is for teachers. Because it takes nearly an hour to ride from the faculty dormitory to the campus. For people who are physically weak, perseverance is required throughout the year.

And like Mr. Liu and his students, we who often forget to sleep and eat as soon as we hold books, physical weakness is inevitable.

Teacher Ma Jia was still in good health as a leader, and I heard that he went to Qinghai to be a vice governor. And my teacher Liu still lives in the house assigned by the school twenty years ago and continues to be his bookworm!

He also wore his gray cotton jacket and rode for an hour to teach the students.

2) Mr. Tang's Tibetan poems

Mr. Tang taught mathematics, and when we graduated, he wrote a Tibetan poem for each of us, and most of what I saw was four words. For example, this one:

should be strengthened,

The red school emblem belongs to you;

When we meet again,

See you grow in the sunshine!

Because that classmate's name is "Ying Hong"!

Did the whole class write it? All I know is that the girls have a poem written by their teacher with their name on it, and I still keep it in my diary back then.

I copied a few of my classmates, but if I wrote it out, I even disclosed my name, I don't know if my classmates would like it, or write my own, even if it's a gift for the teacher on Teacher's Day!

Alishanzhong,

Spring has sprung;

orchid fragrance,

Keep your heart in the field!

Teacher Tang must have said in his heart: Although this classmate has a hard time studying, his name does not give me a problem, haha!