After 17 Teacher's Day, I miss Teacher Wang more and more, especially when Teacher's Day is coming. Looking at the graduation message written by Mr. Wang, the words "give someone a rose, and your hand has a lingering fragrance" reminded me. I am an introverted girl with a little inferiority complex, so I never talk about my past with my classmates or people in my hometown. I just study silently and study hard. But I never make public in class, and I rarely hear my voice in class.
There are already many Chinese teachers in our class. Although I like Chinese very much, I am still relatively silent in class. In the third year, the Chinese teacher changed again, that is, Miss Wang. He is thin, his eyes are deep, and he seems to walk without a sound. It is hard to imagine that he is still Mongolian. In his Chinese class, I listened carefully as before, but didn't participate in the interaction between teachers and students.
I remember that day when I was studying Sun Li's Lotus Lake, Teacher Wang asked the students to find a suitable topic for each part of the article. I thought about it in my mind a long time ago, but I didn't raise my hand. Teacher Wang called several classmates first, but they were not satisfied. At this moment, the teacher turned to me. Although I didn't raise my hand, the teacher saw in my eyes a teenage girl's desire to express herself. He smiled and called my name. I blushed, stood up gently and said the caption I wanted, then lowered my head. The teacher said positively, "What you said is very good and appropriate! Why not speak out bravely? Believe in yourself! " I sat down blushing. Although I didn't look up, I could feel the teacher's encouraging eyes. I kept my head down and secretly laughed for a long time.
Since then, I have been looking forward to the Chinese class. No matter what Mr. Wang said, I listened with relish. From then on, I often hear my own voice in Chinese class, and my head is no longer low.
Teacher Wang also arranged for us to keep a diary, because I seldom reveal my thoughts to others in my life, so I often reveal some sadness in my diary. No matter what I write in my diary, Mr. Wang always makes concise comments at the back with his extremely beautiful running script. Appreciating Mr. Wang's comments has become a great pleasure for me. I thought more than once, if only I could have such a brother!
Soon, I found that Mr. Wang would go to the canteen to eat every day. I never like to inquire about anything at ordinary times, so I ask my classmates. It turns out that Mr. Wang's home is in the county seat. He goes to work by bike every day and eats in the canteen at noon. Knowing this situation, it seems that my curiosity has not been satisfied. Every day after lunch, I want to see where Mr. Wang will rest after dinner. It turned out that Mr. Wang returned to the office after dinner. I think the teacher is knowledgeable and will never rest at noon. He must be studying. In order to confirm my guess, I'm going to follow the teacher to have a look.
That day, I quietly followed Mr. Wang to the teaching building. The teacher walks slowly and lightly, so I can only lift my legs high and put my feet lightly, and my hands are sweating for fear that the teacher will find me. Just walked to the door of the teaching building, Mr. Wang turned his head unconsciously and saw me creeping behind. Teacher Wang smiled and said, "Why don't you go back to the dormitory to sleep after dinner?" My face turned red, and I stammered, "I want to read in class for a while." "I found that you are very studious. Do you usually like reading? " Teacher Wang is very easygoing. "Come to my office for a while. I recommend two good books to you! " My face turned redder, and I whispered, "thank you, teacher!" " "
I followed the teacher to his office, which is no different from the general teacher's office. The desktop is clean, but the cupboard behind me is full of books. When the teacher asked me to sit down, he said, "It's good to read more books. You can learn some truth from books and increase your knowledge. Besides, I think you should be more confident. Your Chinese is really good! " Although the teacher's voice is not loud, it makes me think back a little.
When I left, the teacher sent me to the door and said to me, "Come and change to another book after reading it. Just forget it． Just think of me as your brother! " I snorted and ran to the other end of the corridor with tears in my eyes.
From that day on, I often came to the teacher to exchange books. When returning the book, the teacher always asks some questions about the content of the book, and he will tell me that what I said is not good. In this way, I gradually became close to Mr. Wang. One day, after telling me the theme of the book, the teacher smiled and said to me, "You have the temperament of an oriental girl, very quiet and unobtrusive." I like this role. " Continue to maintain your own personality, don't always feel inferior to others, you are excellent! "I blushed again, but my head didn't bow.
Time flies, I graduated. Teacher Wang wrote in my guest book: "When you give a rose, there is always a faint scent on your hand!" "
I came to work in a small town far from home. I am alone in a foreign land, and loneliness often accompanies me. How many long nights, tears streaming down my face, until dawn. Afraid to tell their parents their dissatisfaction, they expressed their feelings in words and sent them hopefully to the teachers who are still working at their alma mater. Soon the teacher wrote back to me. He said that being a girl and working alone in a strange place shows that you are very independent. I always think that you are an excellent student, and you should learn to face life firmly. Entering the society will definitely be different from the school, and there will definitely be some troubles and difficulties. I really want to help you solve the problem. You can think of me as your big brother, just say what you think, and I will try my best to help you. Remember, you must make yourself happy every day.
I took the letter, tears flowed down like a stream, and I felt the warmth of my family for the first time in this strange place. The night is no longer long, the sky is no longer gray, and I am no longer lonely.
The correspondence with the teacher lasted for about two years, and I completely adapted to my work and everything there. Writing letters is no longer my only comfort. After a while, I vaguely heard that Mr. Wang had been transferred to a school in the south, so I broke contact.
Time flies, ten years have passed, and many memories fade away with the abandonment of the old things, but I still have every letter written by my teacher. Occasionally, I will take it out to have a look, appreciate the elegant handwriting of the teacher, and listen to the teacher's kind and warm teachings. Whenever you reread it, you will feel grateful and admired.
Now, the Internet can connect the world, and of course it can also contact friends. Although I am no longer an inexperienced teenager, I may no longer need the encouragement and care of teachers, but in my heart, I always have a concern. I don't know if the teacher is in good health and happy at work.
Finally, I left a post on Sina. Com to find a teacher, left his own mailbox. I look forward to hearing from my teacher every day.
Suddenly one day, I received a letter in my mailbox entitled "I am Teacher Wang". When I opened the email excitedly, I saw a short sentence: "Who are you? I am in Guangdong now! " Staring at this familiar screen, I suddenly became strange to Mr. Wang in front of me. Has the teacher forgotten me long ago? No, not forgetting. This is the teacher who once sent me roses, the teacher who only said that he paid without expecting anything in return. I know that his hands often smell of roses, and he will always be the happiest!
On this Teacher's Day, I suddenly realized that Mr. Wang is the one who passed on the lingering fragrance, and I have been trying to pass it on to more people!