Introduction to the text "My Teacher" written by Wei Wei
Introduction to the text "My Teacher" written by Wei Wei: The article focuses on seven small things between teachers and students (seven things, That is, pretending to be angry, teaching dancing, observing bees, teaching poetry, imitating teachers, resolving disputes for us, and finding teachers in dreams) These seven little things are run through with the emotional clues of "memory, attachment, and longing" for Teacher Cai. The first five are sketched, and the last two are commented on. This arrangement not only makes the structure of the article dense and spaced, but also expresses the feelings between teachers and students.
About the author
Wei Wei, a famous modern writer, essayist, poet, and novelist, was originally named Wei Hongjie and used the pen name Hong Yangshu. A native of Zhengzhou, Henan. Born in June 1920 into an urban civilian family. Under extremely difficult conditions, he completed primary school, high school, and a simplified normal school. The Anti-Japanese War broke out in July 1937. In December of the same year, he joined the Eighth Route Army on the front line of Shanxi and embarked on the road of revolution. In 1938, he went to Yan'an Military and Political University to study and joined the Communist Party of China in April of the same year. He has always lived among warriors. During the War of Liberation, he wrote a large number of poems while on the march. Except for the lost poems, they were all compiled into the collection "Landscape at Dawn". Wei Wei's early poetry was passionate, profound and full of fighting spirit. In the winter of 1950, he went to the Korean front with the volunteers and wrote famous newsletters "Who is the cutest person", "Soldiers and the Motherland", and "Young people, let your youth be more beautiful". In particular, "Who is the Cutest Person", with its rigorous selection of materials and profound exploration, deeply moved people and greatly inspired the enthusiasm of people across the country. Since 1954, he has also written many essays and essays, which were compiled into two collections, "Happy Flowers Bloom for Warriors" and "Spring Essays". When the Volunteer Army triumphantly returned in 1958, he wrote the lyrical essays "Farewell" and "In the Sound of Victory Songs". In 1963, he published the literary essay "Signpost". This masterpiece has profound thoughts, strong emotions and concise words, marking a new stage of his creation. The novel "Eastern" published in 1978 won the first Mao Dun Literature Award in 1982. In 1992, he wrote the novel "The Red Ribbon on the Earth".
The most unforgettable thing for me is my female teacher, Mr. Cai Yunzhi.
She was my second, third and fourth grade teacher the semester before. Now
Looking back, she was eighteen or nineteen years old at the time. There is a mole the size of an elm on the right corner of my mouth
. In my memory, she is a gentle and beautiful person.
She never beats or scolds us. Only once, her pointer seemed to fall.
I used a slate to catch it, and the pointer gently hit the edge of the slate. Everyone laughed, and
she laughed too. . I noticed with the cunning eyes of a child that she loved us and had no intention of beating us. Children are so good at observing this.
After school, she taught us to dance. I still remember her dressing me up as
Scene of girls performing dance. During the holidays, she took us to her home and her girlfriend's home. In her girlfriend's garden, she also let us observe bees. It was also at that time that I met the queen bee and ate honey for the first time in my life.
She loves poetry and loves to use singing music *** We read poetry. To this day I
still remember the tone of her poetry reading, and can still recite the poems she taught us:
The round sky covers the sea,
The black water holds the In a lonely boat,
there are no mountains in the distance.
There are only clouds on the horizon.
There are no trees in sight.
There are only clouds on the water. Seagull...
Thinking about it today, she has had such a beneficial influence on my approach to literature and my love for literature!
How could we not like a teacher like this and be willing to get close to her
? When we saw her, we couldn't help but gather around her. Even when she was writing, we watched her silently, even eager to imitate the way she held the pen.
There is a little thing, I don’t know if it is worth mentioning, but in retrospect,
it occupied my mind at that time. My father was in the warlord army at that time and didn't come back for several years. My mother and I were worried about him and didn't know whether he was alive or dead. My mother
often stood in front of a faded image of the god, burning incense and praying. Although I am not like my mother
, I still understand a little bit. But among the children, my little "opponents" often shouted in my ears: "Ouch, your dad is not coming back." "Oh, he's eaten!" At that time, I felt so sad as if my father had died. At this time, Teacher Cai came to my aid and criticized my "opposition" people.
He also wrote a letter to comfort me, saying that I was a student with "a heart as clear as water."
How ordinary it is for a teacher to eliminate a small dispute in a child's world; but in retrospect, I feel that it gave me great support at that time!
In the eyes of a child, his teacher is so kind, so fair, and such a great person.
Whenever we have a holiday, we are even more reluctant to leave her. I still remember that before the holiday, I stood by her side silently and watched her put away such and such things. Teacher Cai! I don’t know if you noticed how attached a child was to you when he was standing there
! As for the summer vacation, how long it is for a child who likes his teacher
! I remember that one summer night, the mats were spread in the pawn room, mosquito coils were burning next to them, and I fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, and I don't know what time of night it was. I suddenly got up and walked out in a daze. My mother stopped and shouted: "What are you going to do?" "Look for Teacher Cai..." I answered vaguely. "Isn't it summer vacation?" Oh, I just woke up.
Look at that mat, I have walked six or seven feet away. My mother pulled me back and persuaded me for a while before I fell asleep. How much I miss my Teacher Cai! To this day
Looking back, I still think this is one of the treasures in my memory. A child's innocent heart is incomparable even to those who are passionately in love! ...When will I see my Teacher Cai again?
Unfortunately, I did not finish junior high school, so I transferred to the fifth county primary school. From then on, I
and our teacher Cai were separated.
This is the original text, I don’t know if it is what you want. Wei Wei My Teacher Content Summary Content Summary
1. The teacher pretended to be angry.
2. The teacher taught us to write.
3. The teacher took us to observe bees.
4. The teacher taught us to read poetry.
5. Let’s watch the teacher write.
6. The teacher resolved the dispute between me and my friends.
7. I am looking for a teacher in my dream.
Content introduction
Teacher Cai is a gentle, enthusiastic, loving, fair, great, and loving teacher. "I" is a smart, pure, innocent and lively student who respects his teachers and is eager to learn. The article focuses on seven small things between teachers and students. These seven little things are run through with the emotional clues of "memory, attachment, and longing" for Teacher Cai. The first five are sketched, and the last two are commented on. This arrangement not only makes the structure of the article dense and spaced, but also expresses the close relationship between teachers and students.
About the author
Wei Wei (1920.1.16~2008.8.24) was born in Zhengzhou, Henan and a member of the Communist Party of China. Contemporary poet, famous prose writer and novelist, graduated from Yan'an Anti-Japanese Military and Political University. Wei Wei's original name was Wei Hongjie, and he used the pen name Hong Yangshu. After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War in 1937, he joined the Eighth Route Army and joined the Communist Party of China in 1938. At the end of 1950, he went to the Korean front line and lived and fought with the volunteers.
After returning to China, he published a number of literary newsletters, among which "Who is the Loveliest Person" caused widespread influence across the country. Since then, "the cutest people" has become synonymous with the volunteer army. In 1978, he wrote and completed the novel "The East" with the theme of resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea. In 1983, he won the first Mao Dun Literature Award. Died in August 2008. Wei Wei is a well-known and excellent writer who has lived in the army for a long time. His poems, reportages, novels, essays, and essays all reflect real life in a timely manner and are full of political enthusiasm; he is good at skillfully integrating narrative, scene description, discussion, and lyricism; his language is simple and beautiful, and is deeply loved by readers. favorite.
Author of the novel "Revolutionary War" trilogy, "The Red Ribbon of the Earth", "Fire Phoenix", and "The East" ("The East" won the Mao Dun Literature Award.);
< p> Poetry collections "Dawn Scenery", "Continuous Collection", "Red Leaves Collection", "Wei Wei's Selected Poems";Prose collections "Who is the Loveliest Person", "Happy Flowers for Warriors" "Kai", "Collection of Zhuang Xing", "Hua Hua ***", "Selected Essays of Wei Wei", "Selected Prose of Wei Wei", etc.
Collection of essays "Spring Essays"
Selected as primary school textbooks are "Goodbye, Relatives" (selected for the second volume of the 6th grade of the Hebei Education Press) and "My Teacher" (selected for the Hubei Education Press) Teaching Edition for Grade 5, Volume 2
Wei Wei).
Famous quotes: Youth is beautiful, but a person's youth can be mediocre, or it can radiate heroic sparks; it can be regretful because of wasting, or it can move towards glory with solid steps Magnificent coming of age. Human teacher text content
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The strange abilities of creatures in nature often arouse people’s strong interest. For example, frogs have very strange eyes. They see moving things very keenly, but they are blind to stationary things. People were inspired by the eyes of frogs and invented electronic frog eyes. With the help of electronic frog eyes, airport commanders can more accurately direct the landing of aircraft. People study the structure and functions of certain organs, get inspiration from them and imitate them, and successfully develop new instruments and machines. This gives rise to a science called bionics. There are also experiments using whales to prove that whales can quickly overtake ocean ships. Therefore, scientists use the shape of whales to greatly increase the speed of ocean ships. Wei Wei My Teacher Main Content
The most unforgettable thing for me is Mr. Cai Yunzhi, my female teacher in primary school.
Looking back now, she was eighteen or nineteen years old at the time. There is a black mole the size of an elm coin on the right corner of my mouth. In my memory, she is a gentle and beautiful person.
She never beats or scolds us. Only once, her pointer seemed to fall down. I caught it with a slate, and the pointer gently hit the edge of the slate. Everyone laughed, and so did she. I noticed with the cunning eyes of a child that she loved us and had no intention of beating us. How good children are at observing this.
She taught us how to dance after class. I still remember the time when she dressed me up as a girl and performed a dance performance.
During the holidays, she took us to her home and her girlfriend’s home. In her girlfriend’s garden, she also asked us to observe bees; it was also at that time that I met the queen bee. , and ate honey for the first time in my life.
She loves poetry and loves to use singing music *** We read poetry. To this day, I still remember the tone of her poetry reading, and can still recite the poems she taught us:
The round sky covers the sea,
The black water holds the lonely boat,
There are no mountains in sight.
There are only clouds on the horizon.
There are no trees in sight.
There are only seagulls on the water...
Thinking about it today, she has had such a beneficial influence on my approach to literature and my love for literature!
How could we not like such a teacher, and how could we not be willing to get close to her? ?When we saw her, we couldn’t help but gather around her. Even when she was writing, we watched her silently, even eager to imitate the way she held the pencil.
There is a small thing, I don’t know if it is worth mentioning, but in retrospect, it occupied my heart at that time. My father was in the warlord army at that time. He hasn't been back for several years. My mother and I are very concerned about him and don't know whether he is alive or dead.
My mother often stood in front of a faded statue of the god, burned incense, buried two scrolls with symbolic marks in the incense burner, kowtowed, and pulled out one to ask for good or bad luck. Although I am not like my mother, I still understand a little bit. But among the children, my little "opponents" often shouted in my ears: "Ouch, your dad can't come back, he's eaten a fool!" At that time, I It's as sad as if my father died. At this time, Teacher Cai came to my aid, criticized my "opposition members", and wrote a letter to comfort me, saying that I was a "student with a heart as clear as water." It is so common for a teacher to resolve a small dispute in a child's world; but looking back, I feel that he gave me great support at that time! In the eyes of a child, his teacher is so loving and so caring. Fair enough, what a great man.
Whenever we have a holiday, we are even more reluctant to leave her. I still remember that before the holiday, I stood beside her silently, watching her pack up this and that thing. Teacher Cai! I don’t know if you noticed at the time how attached a child was to you standing there! As for the summer vacation, it is so long for a child who likes his teacher! I remember one summer night , mats were spread in the pawn room, mosquito coils were burning next to them, and I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I slept, and I don’t know what time of night it was. I suddenly got up and walked out in a daze. My mother called me:
"What are you going to do?"
"Look for Teacher Cai..." I answered vaguely.
"Isn't it summer vacation?"
Oh, I just woke up. Look at that mat, I've walked six or seven feet away. My mother pulled me back and persuaded me, and then I fell asleep. How much I miss my Teacher Cai! Looking back to this day, I still think this is one of the treasures in my memory. A child's pure heart is incomparable even to those who are in love! When can I see my Teacher Cai again?
It's a pity that I didn't go to junior high school and was transferred to the county. Li Wu Primary School went to school, and from then on, Teacher Cai and I parted ways.
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Main content:
1 The teacher pretended to be angry.
2. The teacher taught us to write.
3. The teacher took us to observe bees.
4. The teacher taught us to read poetry.
5. Let’s watch the teacher write.
6. The teacher resolved the dispute between me and my friends.
7. I am looking for a teacher in my dream.
Central idea:
Teacher Cai is a gentle, enthusiastic, loving, fair, great and loving teacher.
"I" am a smart, pure, innocent and lively student who respects his teachers and is eager to learn.
The article focuses on seven small things between teachers and students. These seven little things are run through with the emotional clues of "memory, attachment, and longing" for Teacher Cai. The first five are sketched, and the last two are commented on. This arrangement not only makes the structure of the article dense and spaced, but also expresses the relationship between teachers and students. "My Teacher" Introduction to Writer Wei Wei
Wei Wei (1920.1.16~2008.8.24) was born in Zhengzhou, Henan. Member of the Communist Party of China. Contemporary poet, famous prose writer and novelist. At the end of 1950, he went to the Korean front line and lived and fought with the volunteers. After returning to China, he published a number of literary newsletters, among which "Who is the Loveliest Person" caused widespread influence across the country. Introduction to Wei Wei's "My Teacher" and Lu Xun's "Mr. Fujino"
Mr. Fujino
·Lu Xun·
Tokyo is nothing more than this. In the season when the cherry blossoms in Ueno are in full bloom, they do look like crimson light clouds, but they are also indispensable under the flowers.
Groups of "Qing students" crash course, with big braids on their heads, The top of the student hat rises high, forming a Mount Fuji. There are also those whose braids are untied and tied flatly, and their hats are taken off to reveal a shiny look, just like a little girl's bun.
You also have to twist your neck a few times. It's really beautiful.
There are some books to buy in the concierge of the Chinese International Students Association, and sometimes it is worth a visit; if it is in the morning, you can still sit in some of the bungalows
.
But in the evening, the floor of one room will often make a loud banging sound, and the room will be full of smoke
The dust is chaotic. Ask someone who is well versed in current affairs, and they will answer, "That's I’m learning to dance.”
How about going somewhere else?
I will go to the Medical College in Sendai. Departing from Tokyo, I arrived at a post station soon and wrote: Nippori. I don't know
Somehow, I still remember this name. Secondly, I only remember Mito, which is the place where Mr. Zhu Shunshui, a survivor of the Ming Dynasty, died.
Sendai is a town, not big; it is extremely cold in winter; there are no Chinese students yet.
Probably because things are more valuable than hope. When the cabbage from Beijing was shipped to Zhejiang, the roots were tied with a red-tipped rope and hung upside down in front of the fruit shop.
They were respected as "glue cabbage"; the wild aloe vera in Fujian was brought into the greenhouse as soon as it arrived in Beijing, and it was beautiful. Its name is "Tequila". I also received such preferential treatment when I arrived in Sendai. Not only did the school not charge tuition, but several staff members also worried about my room and board. I first stayed in an inn next to the prison. It was quite cold in early winter, but there were still a lot of mosquitoes. Later, I covered my whole body with a quilt and wrapped my head and face with clothes, leaving only
< p> Exhale through both nostrils. In this place where breathing is endless, mosquitoes have no way to interrupt, and they sleep peacefully. The food isn't bad either. But a gentleman thought that this inn also provided meals for prisoners and that it was not suitable for me to live there. He said this several times.Although I feel that the hotel also provides meals for the prisoners, it has nothing to do with me, but it is difficult to give up the good intentions, so I have to find another suitable place to live. So
I moved to another house, which was far away from the prison. Unfortunately, I had to drink taro stem soup every day that was hard to swallow.
From then on, I saw many strange teachers and heard many new lectures. Anatomy is divided between two professors. Originally
Osteology. At that time, a dark and thin gentleman with a mustache and glasses came in, holding a stack of large and small books. As soon as he placed the book
on the podium, he introduced himself to the students in a slow and frustrated tone: -
"My name is Fujino Genkuro …….”
A few people in the back laughed. He then went on to tell the history of the development of anatomy in Japan. Those large and small books are about this subject from the beginning to the present. At first, a few books were thread-bound; there were also Chinese translations. Their translation and research on new medicine were no earlier than China's.
The person sitting in the back laughing was a repeater who failed last school year. He had been in school for a year and was quite familiar with the story. They
then gave the freshmen a lecture on the history of each professor. It is said that Mr. Fujino was so immodest in his clothes that he sometimes forgot to wear his clothes. In winter, he wore an old coat and shivered. Once when he got on the train, the conductor became suspicious of him. It's a pickpocket, call the guy in the car
Guests, please be careful.
What they said is probably true. I personally saw him once giving a lecture without a tie.
A week later, around Saturday, he sent his assistant to call me. When I arrived at the research room, I saw him sitting among human bones and many individual skulls - he was studying the skulls, and later published a paper in the school's magazine.
"Can you copy my lecture notes?" he asked.
"You can copy a little."
"Bring it to me!"
I handed over the handout I copied, and he accepted it. He returned it to me in three days and said that he would give it to him once a week from then on.
When I took it down and opened it to read, I was surprised, but also felt uneasy and grateful. It turns out that my lecture notes have been revised with red pen from beginning to end. Not only have many omissions been added, but also the grammatical errors have been corrected one by one.
This continued until he finished teaching the subjects he was responsible for: osteology, vascular science, and neurology.
It’s a pity that I didn’t study hard at that time and was sometimes very willful.
I still remember one time when Mr. Fujino called me into his laboratory.
He pulled out a picture on my handout, which showed the blood vessels of the lower arm. He pointed at it and said kindly to me: ——
“Look, you have moved this blood vessel a little bit. ——Of course, such a move does make it look better, but
the anatomy diagram is not Art, the real thing is like that, we can't change it. Now I've changed it for you, and you have to paint it exactly like the picture on the blackboard."
But. I was still not convinced, so I agreed verbally, but thought in my heart: -
"I draw the pictures well; as for the actual situation, I naturally remember it in my heart."
After the end of the academic year, I went to Tokyo to spend the summer and returned to school in early autumn. The results had already been announced. Among more than a hundred classmates, I was in the middle, but I didn't fail. This time Mr. Fujino was responsible for anatomy internship and regional anatomy.
After about a week of practicing anatomy, he asked me to go again. He was very happy and said to me in a very restrained tone:
——
"I heard that Chinese people respect ghosts very much, so I was worried that you would not dissect the corpse. Now I am finally relieved,
There is no such thing."
< p> But he sometimes makes me very difficult. He heard that women in China have their feet bound, but he didn't know the details, so he wanted to ask how I bound my feet and what kind of deformity my foot bones had become. He also sighed, "You have to take a look to find out." "What is going on?"One day, the student union officer at my level came to my apartment and asked to borrow my lecture notes. I checked it out and gave it to them, but they only checked it once and didn't take it away. But as soon as they left, the postman delivered a thick letter. When he opened it, the first sentence was:
——
"Repent!"
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This is a sentence from the New Testament, but it was recently quoted by Tolstoy. It was the time of the Russo-Japanese War, and Mr. Tuo wrote a letter to the emperors of Russia and Japan, which began with this sentence. Japanese newspapers criticized him for being arrogant and patriotic
Young people were also angry, but secretly they had already been influenced by him. The second part is roughly the topic of the anatomy test last year. Mr. Fujino marked it in the lecture notes. I knew it in advance, so I was able to achieve such results. The end is anonymous.
I just recalled something that happened a few days ago. Since there was a peer meeting, the clerk wrote an advertisement on the blackboard. The last sentence was "Please come to the meeting in full so that no one misses", and he added a circle next to the word "leave". Although I thought it was ridiculous at the time, I didn't mind at all. Only now did I realize that the word was also mocking me, as if I had the problem the teacher had leaked.
I informed Mr. Fujino about this matter; several classmates who were familiar with me were also very dissatisfied and went to question the clerk for his rude excuse for the inspection
and asked for They will publish the results of the inspection. Finally, the rumor was eliminated, but the clerk tried his best to withdraw the anonymous letter.
In the end, I returned the Tolstoyan letter to them.
China is a weak country, so of course the Chinese are imbeciles. If the score is above 60, it is not their own ability:
No wonder they are confused. But then I had the fate of visiting and shooting Chinese people. In the second year, Tian teaches mold science. The shapes of bacteria are shown in movies. After a paragraph is finished but before the get out of class is over, a few movies about current events are shown. Naturally, they are all Japanese
Ben’s victory over Russia. But there were Chinese people in the mix: working as a detective for the Russians, they were captured by the Japanese army and were about to be shot.
There was also a group of Chinese people watching around me; there was also me in the lecture hall.
"Long live!" They all clapped their hands and cheered.
This kind of cheering happens every time I watch a film, but to me, this one was particularly harsh.
After returning to China, I
saw those people who were watching the execution of prisoners, and they were cheering like they were drunk - Wow, it's unimaginable! But at that time and place, my opinion changed.
At the end of the second academic year, I went to find Mr. Fujino and told him that I would not study medicine and leave Sendai. His
face seemed a little sad, as if he wanted to speak, but didn't.
"I want to study biology. The knowledge my husband taught me is still useful." In fact, I didn't decide to study biology,
because I saw that he had some Sadly, he told a lie to comfort him.
"Teaching anatomy and the like for medicine will not be of much help if you are afraid of biology." He sighed.
A few days before he left, he asked me to come to his home and handed me a photo with two words written on the back: "Farewell" and
I hope to give him mine too. But I didn't have time to take pictures at this time; he told me to take pictures and send them to him in the future, and he would also send letters to him from time to time to tell him about the situation after that.
After I left Sendai, I hadn’t taken a photo for many years, and because the situation was boring, talking about it would only disappoint him, and I was afraid to write even
a letter. More and more years have passed and I have no words to talk about, so although I sometimes want to write a letter, I find it difficult to write. Until now, I have not sent a letter or a photo. From his side, it seemed that there was no trace of him since he left.
But somehow, I always remember him. Among the teachers I consider him, he is the one who makes me most grateful and encourages me
Sometimes I often think: His enthusiastic hope for me and tireless teachings, in a small way, are for China, in the hope that China will have new medicine; in a big way, they are for China. For academic purposes, I hope that new medicine will be spread to China. His character,
is great in my eyes and heart, although his name is not known to many.
I have bound the lecture notes he corrected into three thick volumes and kept them as a permanent souvenir. Unfortunately, when I moved here seven years ago
, a box of books was destroyed and half the box of books was lost. It happened that these lecture notes were also lost. I asked the transportation bureau to look for it, but there was no reply.
Only his photograph is still hanging on the east wall of my Beijing residence, opposite my desk. Whenever I feel tired at night and want to be lazy, I look up and catch a glimpse of his dark and thin face in the light, as if he is about to say something in a measured tone, which suddenly makes me feel guilty.
I found it and gained more courage, so I lit a cigarette and continued to write some words that were deeply hated by "gentlemen" and others.
October 12th.
Wei Wei
The most unforgettable thing for me is my female teacher in elementary school, Teacher Cai. Looking back now, she was only eighteen or nineteen years old at the time, a gentle and beautiful person.
She never beats or scolds us. Only once, her pointer seemed to fall down. I used a stone slab to catch it, and the pointer gently hit the edge of the stone slab. Everyone laughed, and so did she. I noticed with the cunning eyes of a child that she loved us and had no real intention to fight. How well children observe this!
She taught us how to dance after class. I still remember the time when she dressed me up as a girl and performed dance performances. During the holidays she took us to her home and to her girlfriend's home. In her girlfriend's garden, she also let us observe bees; it was also at that time that I met the queen bee and ate honey for the first time in my life.
She loves poetry and loves to teach us how to read poetry.
To this day, I still remember the scene when she taught us to read poetry, and I can still recite the poems she taught us:
The round sky covers the sea,
The black water supports the lonely boat, < /p>
There are no mountains in the distance,
There are only clouds on the horizon,
There are no trees,
There are only seagulls on the water...
Thinking about it today, she has had such a beneficial influence on my approach to literature and my love for literature! How could we not like a teacher like this and be unwilling to get close to her? When we saw her, we couldn't help but gather around her. Even when she was writing, we watched her silently, even eager to imitate the way she held the pen.
Whenever we have a holiday, we are even more reluctant to leave her. I still remember that before the holiday, I stood beside her silently and watched her pack away this and that thing. Teacher Cai! I don’t know if you noticed at that time how attached a child was to you standing there! As for summer vacation, how long it is for a child who likes her teacher! I remember that one summer night, mats were spread on the floor in the house, incense was lit next to them, and I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I slept or what time of night it was, but I suddenly got up and walked out in a daze.
My mother called me: "What are you going to do?"
"Look for Teacher Cai..."
I answered vaguely. "Isn't it summer vacation?"
Oh, I just woke up. Look at that mat, I've walked six or seven feet away. My mother pulled me back and persuaded me for a while before I fell asleep. How much I miss my Teacher Cai! Looking back now, I still think this is one of the treasures in my memory. A child's innocent heart is incomparable even to those who are passionately in love!
When can I see my Teacher Cai again?