All experiences will pass, and everything will be remembered. Youth will never end, and we will not be separated...
May 16, 2021, Sunday, There is only one month left before the exam. Come to class. The last class is from 10 to 10:50. There is only one class. I just plan to finish the test papers for the Saturday morning exam. Students can I went back to rest early. At 10:50, I just walked to the door of the classroom. The students were all saying, "Teacher, can you talk for a few more minutes?" They felt a little embarrassed. I told them, are you sure? It was already very late and they didn't go back to rest. They said, "Teacher, we are not sleepy. All the teachers' evening tutoring classes are until 11:30. Looking back on the past time, my evening classes are all at 10:00." Fifty, class ended on time, so there must be many students still studying in the classroom after I left. Indeed, when I walked out of the classroom door and looked around, all the classes were silent. They were probably studying seriously and racing against time. , turned back and continued to talk about the composition.
They listened very carefully, and for the first time they felt that graduation was very close to us. I casually asked if they missed their current life a little bit, and one classmate said, "I miss it a million times." . I casually said that we were going to leave soon, and I told them that after we leave, I will miss them, recall their hard work, and recall the three years we grew up together and the three years we spent together day and night. Some students’ eyes are already red. I know that this place has given them too many memories and warmth, as well as hope and distance, and the meaning of their efforts. Even though they are young teachers, they can be treated as their own children. After-school tutoring, weekend companionship, and night guarding at bedtime, we have done all these. After three years of hard work, these small trees of hope are slowly growing.
Although studying is hard, they never complain. Whenever they go to the classroom, they can be seen eating and learning at the same time. Or study hard. Some students bring a few lunch boxes and put them in the classroom. Some students never go to the cafeteria to eat after school. They always let others take them, or eat dry bread. They are all supported by their dreams. They walked forward step by step with difficulty, and the figure of struggling with their youth was the most beautiful.
I told them that "the best time is when a group of people work together for their dreams." They listened and understood the meaning of this. Their dreams are for Tsinghua University, Peking University, and the country. Focusing on building universities, I know that each of them has the possibility of realizing their dreams and the ability to do so. All we can do is accompany them until the end, give them the hope every morning, tell them the beauty of the future, and tell them Poetry and distant places are worth the effort. During class, I would occasionally stop and take them to watch the sunrise, sunset, flowers blooming and falling, and the moon setting and rising. These will become the sweetness of their future life, and will also become their dreams. Let them know the strength of support. On the way to the future, there are also wind, flowers, snow, moon, stars and sea.
Three years of sadness and pain will end in the next month. I tell them that if they grit their teeth, they can stick to the past, and the road to the future will be brighter and broader for them.
Before walking out of the classroom, they wrote the teacher's message on their small blackboard:
"Winter is coming, but the stars will always shine."