A letter to a junior high school teacher

Dear teacher: How are you? Please allow me to send my most sincere wishes on this festival. Did you hear that? When the light rain falls, dragonflies sing ... the flowers of the season go with the running water. We have been apart for a year, teacher. A year is not long, but a short time is enough to lose everything and have everything. I think everything is blowing in the wind, but time can't stop my memory and nostalgia for the past, and it will form an eternal dividing line that always surrounds me on rainy nights. From time to time, my mind will see the anxious expression on your face when you look for me in the snow. At this point, my heart warmed up bit by bit, driving away the nightmare that bothered me repeatedly. I finally understand that I love the people in the past so much … because it always heals my wounds. I will always remember that the day I left, you told me that the road was long and helpless, but you had to pursue your dreams. So, I didn't hesitate, but a year later ... I found that life itself is a trap, and if I take a step towards it, I am doomed to sink. I left the wall you once built for us to wander alone, but I feel more and more that even standing outside the wall, I can't measure the world with my eyes. I'm so scared, I'm afraid I'll get lost ... but, you know what? I never forget what you said, never give up my dream, and I don't regret taking this road, because: the lost people are lost, and the people I meet will meet again … just as I always believe that we will meet again. Teacher, I have experienced this world before I know what you mean by "helplessness". Looking at the world coldly, everyone pretends to be airtight. Someone kicks you in the back, someone helps you in front, someone wants to use you as a mat ... I don't blame anyone, and I don't thank anyone. They all have their own purposes. As you once said: this is just the beginning, people are hypocritical. Therefore, I try to grow up secretly, collect my past happiness and happiness, try to lower my eyebrows and splash ink on the broken words in the corner. Teacher, I have a lot to tell you. Finally, I understand that the more a person loses, the more he wants. Every time he lies in the sun, all he thinks is that we are lying on the tracks inadvertently. The wind is blowing slowly, echoing in his mind the fairy tales we sang on the elevated platform ... "You have to believe that we will end up happy like fairy tales ..." At this time, my cheeks are full of wet meaning. Memories are a painful thing ... but reality often backfires. This year, I not only tried to enrich myself, but also learned to look at the sea. Before, you taught me that tolerance is great. Sure enough, the waves beat against the rocks, and the waves splashed, drawing a perfect arc, like a perfect neon in the sun. Since then, the sea has enabled me to tolerate other people's mistakes and even my own, and it has also helped me understand life better. Teacher, my shortcoming is that you spend all your time and energy to help me correct it. My advantage is that you help me decorate my confidence with keen eyes. It's two o'clock in the morning, teacher. You are still young. In fact, we all like your publicity and pranks. Even without big dark circles, you are still our favorite teacher. Remember your message: we can be friends for a long time, because there are too many similarities, we all stubbornly write our own A, B and C, and there is a sentence that has been suppressed in my heart for a long time, so long that I can't breathe. Maybe you will tell me with a smile that friends don't have to thank each other, but I really appreciate you. Before, I was too proud to speak. Thank you for giving me a carefree growth period. Thank you for leaving me the truest and best memories. Perhaps a greeting and a blessing are not enough to stop you for a long time, but I hope you will remember me for it. Please remember, I am your student and your friend. No matter where I am in the world, I will pray for you ... Happy holidays! This tribute! Your former disciple