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Teacher, are you doing in heaven? Today is your day. Ten years later today I once again came to your tomb, watching the tombstone is still so young, still so familiar with you, I seem to have returned to yesterday, the thoughts of the horse runaway, the past also appeared in my Front ... ....
(one)
Today, high school freshmen to report the day, but we have a high (4) class has been slow to see our class teacher spring silk teacher arrived. I heard that you travel to marry, and today have not yet come back to leave. Also heard that you are a talented teacher, you just sent away that sector graduates have made brilliant achievements, more than 20 years old you have been promoted to teach the director. I am waiting for your return with your expectation.
A few days later, I finally met you - our class teacher. You are tall and tall, thin face, thin, bright and piercing eyes, the skin slightly black. A few classes down, I found that I like you, from the first time you entered the classroom, I have a kind of
inexplicable excitement and hope, every time when your eyes scared my face, I can not relieved The Every time on the language class for me is a kind of hope and enjoy, because you let me see is not a book on the static text, but a piece of ancient and modern and lifelike, Picture, let us follow you swim in the long river of history, sometimes passionate, lofty lofty, sometimes soft enough, affectionate ... .... Look at the ceremony on the graceful, spirited you, I know that you are my idol, the future I have to be as talented as you, knowledgeable, teaching and educating teachers.
Time to flow, the moment the teacher section to, in order to express our simple respect, our class to every teacher to send a calendar, remember the next morning morning break, you find me in the corridor, asked me calendars Who wrote the letter, who wrote the good. When I tell you that my grandfather wrote, a nearly 80-year-old man wrote, I saw you smile. Remember that you often talk to us about your dormitory - a long history, antique courtyard of the kind of satisfaction and pride, you said it was the war to avoid the war and the south of the famous writer Bing Xin had lived Of that room. I know that you are true, because my grandfather experienced a bit of history of the old underground party members, he is the small town of the first high school students, then Bing Xin couples come to this small town to teach when they are classes The I know you are a small well-known author, but also know that you published novels, poetry, prose, etc., but also know your pen name is spring silkworm! At that time I really envy you, admire you, and more hope that you can be painstakingly, how many sleepless nights written works to
send a name to me, but quiet, introverted, timid character so I dare not open to you , I only took the savings of pocket money back and forth many times in the bookstore, reading room, due to time, stock and other reasons, I always can not find them, then you know how disappointed I was?
(B)
Unconsciously, a semester soon passed, and every essay sent down, looking at you with a red pen circle a lot of sketches: beautiful sentences marked out, where the grammatical correction is not correct, the word is not appropriate You put on a new word, the wrong punctuation you corrected over, a paragraph of comments put you how much effort! I know that I am a good student in your eyes, because my essay you often use your unique, full of magnetic, cadence of the voice read in the class, as if my heart, my love to see through, read understood. I remember the first year of the year to hold a speech contest, you give me the only places to my class. To tell the truth, I come from the countryside, quiet personality, introverted, timid, I really did not dare to stage to speak, the thought of the audience more than 200 students and school leaders, I am afraid to the extreme! Remember that afternoon you let me put the first draft of the game to your dormitory, I want to tell you, I dare not to participate in the game. When I knocked your door with an uneasy feeling, you were sitting at the desk and reading the book in your breath when you invited the door. The smoke rises and rises in front of you, surrounds you, drifts above you,
and the cup on your right hand is still the thick Biluochun, exudes a touch of tea. I'll be waiting for you at your table. You finally raised his head, pinch off the hands of the smoke, wrote to me? I just want to open mouth, but you seem to see through my inner timidity, no chance to leave me, to me cast a firm, encouraging eyes, looking at you because of excessive smoking and smoked yellow fingers, looking at you because of Excessive drinking, stay up late and tired, haggard face, I suddenly felt hurt, tears quietly poured into the basket, I quickly disguised nodded, put down the manuscript turned to escape. I know that my embarrassment can not escape your keen eyes! Then I trembled my legs on the podium, in your vague, encouragement, look forward to the eyes, I finished the manuscript - \often think ... ...\growth, accumulated a little to overcome the timidity, to overcome their own experience! So many years later in the job, I can once again calmly took to the podium. thank you teacher!
(three)
I remember a few class guards in the agency under the leadership of the director, braved the sun, riding a bike to your troops on the home to visit, condolences to you, when you see your haggard, pale, weak body, how hard my heart ? Your body so bad, but also take the lead volunteer blood donation, I hope I can have a fairy tale fairy bar, to prevent the blood from the blood out of your
blood, I really hate their own incompetence!
(D)
High school on the school last year to sub-text, class, and the face of a mess of math scores I chose the liberal arts class, you are too busy because we are no longer the class teacher. School art interest class enrollment, I went to report the name, I thought I can travel in the art of paradise! Did you call me to the corridor that afternoon and asked me if I wanted to study painting? I nodded late, you looked at me quietly, did not speak, from your eyes I saw a trace of disappointment, helpless! Then I stubbornly every afternoon the third lesson to learn painting, both for my childhood naive dream, but also for you did not explicitly prevent my revenge! My performance slipped down, in addition to your language, you still read my composition, still quietly watching my growth. I also like the art teacher's kindness, free and easy and refined. But the next three semesters I wandered, hesitated and missed the art school examinations. Later, the college entrance examination did not say that I failed! I live up to you! I left you with grief and frustration, and left the school to a distant place. I am so young, innocent, romantic and naive, do not understand your love and painstakingly, do not listen to your hints and guidance, so that later I have to pay doubled efforts to pay for the youth!
(Fives)
[美联英语]双语阅读：老师，你在天堂还好吗
