It has been nearly a month since Mr. Liu died. As an old friend of Mr. Liu, I always wanted to write something to commemorate him, but I was caught up in trivial matters, so I was able to start writing today.
Mr. Liu lived in Wula Street, an ancient town in his early years, and became interested in literature when he was young. However, fate is ill-fated First, my father died before he knew his fate. My sister dropped out of school because she had no money to study. Later, my sister died of illness. The burden of the whole family fell on him alone, but he was not intimidated by difficulties, raised a fiery heart, lit up the darkness, drove away the cold, walked out of the swamp and smiled at the bad luck. In order to get rid of that haze as soon as possible, Mr. Liu moved his family to Zuo Jia, a mountain city in Jilin. Even though he was living in such poverty at that time, he couldn't stop pursuing literature and tried his best to invite people to borrow excellent literary works from the college in the town. He took time to practice his pen and finally got something. His short story Marriage and his poem Sunny May Day are typical. Before his retirement, Mr. Liu published dozens of teaching and research papers in China Education News, Jilin Daily, City Evening News and other newspapers, and various languages also appeared frequently in newspapers.
? Sang Yu, don't be late, because it's still full of clouds? After retirement, Mr. Liu did not walk the caged birds or enjoy family happiness at the mahjong table like other old people, but taught in many private schools one after another. After work, I continued to write. One winter night, the other teachers in Shu Ren School had already left work, and the windows of the empty office on the first floor were covered with frost flowers. However, Mr. Liu is still climbing the grid to write an article, with a dignified expression and not feeling tired at all. He just rubbed his hands, hushed and stamped his feet, and then continued his affectionate pen and ink. After writing the article, he took advantage of the night, rode his bike, braved the cold and accompanied the murmur of the river to go home. The next morning, he went to work in the morning light with a bright smile on his face. He is like this. Every time he goes to a school, his open-minded attitude and persistence in literature always infect people around him.
? The sky is not old because of affection, but the geographical heart is always green? With a fiery heart, Teacher Liu pays special attention to every article in Jiangcheng Daily and Jiangcheng Evening News. Once? Forever scenery. Jiangcheng in my heart? Theme composition, he went to Century Square five or six times and boarded it at different times of the day? The boat of the century? Tower, watch the beautiful scenery along the Songhua River and feel the humanistic feelings of being in a beautiful river city.
20 13 Mr. Liu, who was 75 years old at that time, was no longer attending classes in private schools, but was keen on traveling. When he comes back, he will surely have a masterpiece Fu Zi. It was also in this year that he learned to send and receive articles with WeChat. Half a month before his death, the public platform Our Village pushed another excellent work.
I remember that in early spring, Mr. Liu left us an assignment entitled "Thoughts of Spring", but I couldn't finish it because of too many excuses or laziness. Now that it is summer, let's call this article Summer Memories. Teacher Liu will be glad to live in the sky!
Author | Yang
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