"The window decayed, bubbling spring rain, not even cold resistant Saul birds." Close the rain with my low whisper, elaborate gives a praise of memory and memory: don't it never forget in the old figure.
Once is a spring rain, thin grass continuous breeze of day; Was xia Yang jiao thick, fall a wood into the day of shadow; Once is autumnal winds and summer, the day of leaves into sound; FenYang, everything was fitted strong-minded.it special day. I wander in these quite a story season, remember when that was far away.
He is an old man, he bent back and the pace of ChanWeiWei showing all traces of by years of wind. He silver-haired, with occasional rays in the vertical BaoZhan forehead wrinkles. Dry all show his images of old.
But he is a young person. He poised the wisdom of flashing eyes, be wise and alert the solidification eyes, as if the one meter in winter, can blow happy warm Yang the haze. His voice if big bell big lu, now face insults voa. His talk about the ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, superior YuTianWen geographic omniscient. He has a young man's quite unruly make public, also have energy and vitality.
He is my teacher.
He is my Chinese teacher. He likes swimming in the ocean of words. But as his students in the us, then open the leading him to the door of the fumbling Chinese.
Once upon a time, the teacher's voice and smile, engrave in the face of frost, bitter forced him to recite, he shouted: "young wisdom is countries, young strong a kingdom for strong! Young progress is countries with earth progress! Young males are countries on earth! Ye males are young, Ann know has the!"
Once upon a time, he led us YuGuangKuo fields walking, he stared at the field in the sea, tell us: "charmed auxiliaries were all net, tianshan mountain, and this is the color of the scenery, and eyes, imagine the farmer buckwheat qingqing mow m busy scene, not is also a pair of beauty?" Then his wise eyes, apply colours to a drawing gives strong tender feeling, he told himself: "if there is an afterlife, and I will be the humble farmer, chang in farming, with sweat, as it is this day seedlings cultivation. Alas! Joy!"
Once upon a time, he looked at his newspaper cold. Moments later, often breath, filled with anger and drawn sword: "into a shame! It's insulting, I did great nation ManYi little help bullying! Let Chinese compatriots disgrace! I have for weak Japanese bullying! Great shame! Great shame!" . He gathered into a shares silver-haired the peaks of drum fibrillation. His fingers sphere rapped out: "you these students. The hope of the nation in you! To work hard!" He say that finish, turned away from us, and we couldn't see, is he wise eyes that left in two rows of clear tears.
These and all on my mind hovered, agree tardy leave.
He's a weirdo...
The student have a class lateness, he didn't care about, to continue his Confucius. And after-school requires the students to write an article about his class record. "I don't pursue your fault, but you should let me know you in class." He fell a word, the students left dumbfounded that stood to gawk.
And times he in class and within a student is a problem for raged, he sometimes angry, wheel, often with finger states-and whispers, sometimes. BiNi heaven When he is flushed into the podium, a book of buckled, left the carnage behind. We thought he was angry no longer in the class. But he was holding a large pile of books, ruthlessly take on the table, then copy in speaking, up a book that problem and explained again until the students shout "understand", they proudly will book down. Picked up the chalk are thinking of lectures, then seems to be remembered what, paused for a moment, on the blackboard yangyang pen to wield a large wandering the words, was he just dispute's explanation, until he heartily gory will subject the bell had already finished, I think about it, he waved cabs, will chalk threw a graceful arc, turned swung away...
