To be honest, I had long forgotten about my teacher.

What I occasionally recall is just a past incident in elementary school, and a kind of indifferent feelings about him.

That was the first year that our republic experienced severe natural disasters. I was only twelve or thirteen years old, with a big head stuck in my thin neck. From the city to the countryside, the generation of children of the republic, now called the third generation, and we who are called peers of the republic or the eldest son and eldest daughter of the republic, are probably like that. Malnourished but heroic. Because it was born in the salute of New China. Because growing up under the red flag. is also because our parents have been herding cattle since childhood. He once stepped on the dung of the cow in winter to keep warm. The son of a father who is not like this is always psychologically uneasy, as if he is guilty. When singing "We are the children of New China, we are the pioneers of New Youth", although he lacks confidence, his feelings are very full and very sincere......

I remember that day when we learned a new lesson - "Magic Pen Ma Liang".

“...... The old woman said, 'Son, I haven't eaten for many days. I don't have any strength left. I'm dying of hunger. So Maleonn drew a cake with a pen. Immediately, the pie became a real pie......"

The teacher leaned back to the desk and read the text eloquently, her voice very low. Read a few words and pause for a moment. It seems that she has not eaten for many days, has no strength at all, and is dying of hunger. Her originally beautiful and youthful face was not only puffy, but also pale.

Wang Xiaosong, a classmate, opened the textbook and stood on the table, hiding himself, using a pencil sharpening knife to sharpen a small piece of something hard at a time, cutting enough a handful, then stretched out his tongue and licked it directly from the table to his mouth.

The classroom was silent, silent. The female students listened to the text attentively, and swallowed saliva from time to time, as if swallowing a bite of the cake they had bitten in their fantasies.

Several male classmates who found Wang Xiaosong "engaging in small movements" secretly reached out to him and hooked their fingers to convey the signal of begging. His kind of relishing and feasting made them salivate. Although they don't know what he chews.

Wang Xiaosong is a classmate who is very generous to everyone, and he is not comfortable being used alone. He wrapped the scraps into small paper packets one by one, and threw them to this bag and to that bag when he saw the opportunity. He didn't forget my good friend, and although I couldn't signal him to beg because I was sitting two rows behind him, he righteously turned around and threw me a bag.

I opened it and saw that there were words on the paper, which read-This is not an ordinary bean cake, it was brought by my father's old comrade-in-arms who was a political commissar in the cavalry regiment!

We were boys and girls sitting together. The girl sitting with me couldn't help but squint at the pinch of bean crumbs, and I poured some on the table next to hers. She shook her head, refusing to lick like a kitten or a puppy. My saliva was already dripping, and I licked the crumbs off the paper with one tongue and asked her to read the words on the paper.

She still shook her head.

I had no choice but to lick her as she liked or not, and no longer paid attention to her.

When I looked at her again, I saw her cheeks squirming. The crumbs of bean cakes on her table were missing. There was a trail of wet tongue licking on the table.

Wang Xiaosong, who seems to want to purify all sentient beings, has not stopped his "processing" and generous gifts. As a result, when the teacher asked everyone to read the text with her, most of the students did not even dare to open their mouths, except for a few students who could read the voice.

"What's wrong with you?...... Teacher...... I asked you to read the text with me, but you didn't understand it? Uh-huh?......"

So the teacher reread: "Lesson 13 - "The Magic Pen of Ma Liang" ......"

There were only a few classmates who followed along.

The teacher's stunned gaze scanned everyone, puzzled. Her eyebrows twitched slightly. As she often did when she was angry, she slammed the text on the table decisively, and then, distinctly, wanted to raise her arm and make some kind of stern gesture to her classmates. The arm was not raised. Her body began to shake, as if a bullet had hit her in a vital part from behind. She had to use that arm to prop herself up......

Yet she bent her legs and fell to her knees, and her arms slipped limply off the lectern......

The classmates let out a panicked cry and left their seats and pounced on her......

She was lying on the ground......

Many of my classmates cried in fright. Some hugged her. Some cried and called out to her. Some ran out of the classroom and ran to the faculty room...... All the teachers in the teacher's room hurried in, and a male teacher carried her to the teacher's room...... Our whole class gathered outside the faculty room with trepidation. The door is closed. A few male classmates stacked arhats and looked in through the small window above the door. Some of the female students put their ears to the door to listen. Some other female classmates surrounded Wang Xiaosong, counting that he should not have given everyone something to eat during class, so that everyone could not follow the teacher to read the text, and the teacher was dizzy. Wang Xiaosong knew that his sin was serious, so he didn't say a word, staring at him with wide eyes, his face was pale, and he was stupid.

The door to the faculty room finally opened. It was the male teacher who came out. He said, "Let's all go back to the classroom! I'll do this for your teacher." Wang Xiaosong asked timidly: "Our teacher...... Are you really mad at us?" he shook his head, "No, classmates. Your teacher, don't you know her, when did she get so angry with her students? She was hungry. Her parents-in-law are both from the countryside, and they can't survive in the countryside anymore, so they go to her house to live. She had just given birth, was anemic, and was very filial to her in-laws. In order to save rations to feed my in-laws, I drink a little weed porridge every day. Other teachers gave her lunch, but she was too embarrassed to eat everyone's, and when it was time for lunch, she quietly avoided it. Alas, let's go to class. ”

Wang Xiaosong took out a very small piece of bean cake from his pocket, handed it to the male teacher, and said, "Please give it to our teacher and let her eat it! Tomorrow I promise to bring a big piece to our teacher......"

The male teacher looked at Wang Xiaosong's hand, smiled bitterly, and didn't answer.

Wang Xiaosong begged: "Teacher, for me, no, give it to her for all of us!"

The male and female classmates helped Wang Xiaosong and begged: "Please, teacher......"

"It's not him who begs you alone, it's the whole class that begs you!"

"If you don't give it to her for us, we won't go back to the classroom with you!"

The male teacher, looking at this classmate, looking at that classmate, was obviously very moved.

He turned his back, took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose, and wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand. finally solemnly took the bean cake in Wang Xiaosong's hand and walked into the faculty room...... After school, the class leader suggested that each person should bring something to eat for the teacher the next day. As long as you can eat, you can bring anything. It was almost the end of the month, and my family's grain bags were empty. Buying the next month's grain in advance, even a day in advance, is simply impossible. Unless you have a Level 3 letter issued by a neighborhood group, a neighborhood or a commune, proving that there is an extremely special reason or difficulty. My mother and my children barely survived by borrowing two or three catties of grain from a neighbor who bought food on a different date than mine. The factory sent people to visit her mother and sent two catties of eggs, one catty of "Cuban sugar", and three catties of millet. Millet has run out. "Cuban sugar" was given to a neighbor who was too sick to live long, Mrs. Chen. Two catties of eggs, but there are still ten left.

My mother wrapped five eggs in an old handkerchief and asked me to bring them to the teacher.

Eggs!

I think my mother is so good, really the best and best mother in the world! I think what I brought to my teacher is undoubtedly the best and most precious thing. At that time, eggs were hard to see in ordinary people's daily lives. Like a swan egg, it can be rare and surprising. Not to mention eggs, even chickens are rare. When a person sees a chicken, the first thing that comes to mind is not the idea of eating the egg, but how to eat the chicken as soon as possible.

I think my classmates will cheer when they see the eggs I brought. I think the teacher will be moved to tears when she sees the eggs I brought.

I was happy and ran to school. Unexpectedly, the handkerchief bag with eggs fell out of the schoolbag and fell to the ground.

"Hey, kid, I've dropped something!"

I didn't know it yet, but I stopped when I heard the words of an adult behind me.

As soon as I saw the handkerchief bag, I realized that all five eggs were broken! I can't throw them away if they are broken! Broken eggs are also eggs! I will carry the handkerchief to school to prove that I have indeed brought something edible to the teacher, and that it is the best and most precious thing! As long as I carry it carefully, walk faster, the yolk does not fall, and change the cup or something, the teacher can still take it home and fry it?

I was about to run to pick up my handkerchief from the ground when the swill cart parked on the side of the road moved. The old horse pulling the swill cart discovered it. I still can't figure out how the old horse could have known that the handkerchief was a good thing, and it was an old horse! old and thin, with ribs under the skin. If you don't look closely, you'd think that it doesn't have any hair on its skin at all. The bluish-gray skin that had been stripped of its fur was tightened at the ribs. Not only did the blue-gray skin lose all its hair, but even the mane on the neck was almost gone. It's not off, a handful here and there, long and short, obviously no one has trimmed it. Maybe it's not an old horse. Because of being so scary, I became old and ugly.

It's close to the handkerchief. I'm far away from the handkerchief. It stared at me, its head arched forward, its neck stretched out, dragging the swill cart, struggling to get ahead. I felt that its cloudy eyes projected a fierce, anxious, humanoid look that was one step behind me.

I approached the handkerchief bag at about the same time as it. I reached out to the handkerchief, and it bowed down to it. It snorted suddenly, and rolled its flabby, drooping upper lip, like a dog, baring out a row of large, sparse teeth. At that moment, I felt that its eyes were not only fierce, but also vicious.

I quickly retracted my hand and sat down on the ground in fear.

I watched as it picked up the handkerchief and swallowed it. Yes. It's swallowed. Next, it licks the somewhat wet ground with its tongue. It's like my classmates and I licked the bean cake crumbs with our tongues in class yesterday. Five eggs! Five, they were eaten by the old, ugly man with the swill wheel! and he swallowed the handkerchief.

I cried because I felt so sorry for my eggs, and because I had nothing to eat to bring to my teacher. This old and ugly horse, even if he spits out the handkerchief! In that case, I can prove with the handkerchief that I did bring five eggs to my teacher! Now how can I tell my classmates?

The old horse, who ignored me, stepped back as if nothing had happened, and returned the swill cart to its place. I'm not leaving. I am determined to recoup my terrible loss. I think I'll have to get back the same amount of compensation as five eggs. When the swill driver showed up, I was confident that he would pay me five eggs. The man who drove the swill was an old man, like the old horse, so thin that it was pitiful and unapproachable. "What?...... Why do you want me to pay you five eggs?" "Of course you have to pay me! At this time, several passers-by were already around. The more detailed I said, the more the old man didn't believe it. "How can you plant a blame on the head of a horse that pulls a swill cart is dying of hunger! Son, it is a sin to wronged a brute who cannot speak!" he stroked the old horse's dirty nose with a black hand. A few passers-by who stood down laughed at me and didn't believe that I was telling the truth, telling the truth. In desperation, I kicked the old horse in one of the front legs, and in a rebuke that aroused public outrage, I turned and ran......

Frustrated and dismayed, I walked into the classroom, and found that the lecture desk was already piled with all sorts of things to eat—carrots, carrots, potatoes, cabbage, nests, cakes, and two small pockets, not much larger than those of the flower seed sellers in the spring, containing corn dregs and sorghum rice.

Wang Xiaosong then walked into the classroom, holding a quarter of a piece of bean cake under his arm and half a bag of something on his shoulder. Of course, it's a much larger pocket than the pocket on the desk that contains cereal and sorghum rice. The male and female classmates immediately took what he brought, and they were amazed. "Hey, Wang Xiaosong, you really don't bring wow!" "Don't look at Wang Xiaosong's usual intimidation with the teacher, at the critical moment, it's really interesting to the teacher!" "Hey, Wang Xiaosong, your parents are willing to let you bring so many things to the teacher? You brought it secretly, right?"

Wang Xiaosong took off his cotton hat, put down his schoolbag, jumped up, sat on a desk, and swayed his legs: "My parents are not stingy! They say, you can bring as much as you can for the teacher! But no matter how much you bring, I can't bring it!"

His head was steaming and his hair was drenched with sweat. A round face, hot and wet.

None of the students who walked into the classroom did not bring anything. When each student put the things they brought on the teacher's desk, their expressions were unusually pious and solemn. We, the third-grade students, felt as if we were performing some sacred ceremony in the classroom.

The students who watched around the pockets carried by Wang Xiaosong asked: "Wang Xiaosong, what did you bring?" "Is it the bran that feeds the pigs? My family used to raise pigs, it must be!" "Can I bring bran to our teacher? Can I bring something to feed the pigs to our teacher? What kind of bran has such a fine method? Ah? This is a mixture of two mixtures, that is, the noodles mixed with mustard wheat flour and sweet potato flour, and the dry food is steamed and chewy and sweet! You haven't eaten it, have you?" Everyone looked at him in awe and shook their heads silently. It was as if he was in everyone's minds, and suddenly became extraordinary.

Wang Xiaosong said reservedly: "Actually, I have never eaten dry food steamed with this kind of noodles. The day before yesterday, someone sent it, but my mother hasn't steamed it yet! When my mother does it one day, I'll bring a few to share with all of you!"

Students, you look at me, I look at you, they all seem a little flattered. They all said that Wang Xiaosong, you are so good! The female classmate's emotions are especially frank.

Even the squad leader said sneeringly: "Wang Xiaosong, when I was divided into seats last time, I didn't want to sit with you, you ...... Actually, I don't think you think you have anything else, but I just think that you always eat garlic, and you often exhale a garlic smell in your mouth...... Now I'm willing to sit with you! I'm going to change my seat next semester, and I don't care if you eat garlic as long as you're still willing......"

I sat alone in my seat, looking at everyone, listening to everyone's words of affection for Wang Xiaosong, and I was very jealous of him in my heart. I secretly prayed that no one would notice me, and that no one would ask me what I had brought to the teacher.

Unexpectedly, Wang Xiaosong turned around, saw me, and said loudly: "Hey, what are you doing walking so fast with your head down on the road? I called you and wanted you to help me carry my pocket for a while, but you didn't hear it." What do you bring to the teacher?......

Everyone's eyes were all cast on me, expecting me to answer Wang Xiaosong's words.

I was going to pretend to be deaf and dumb and not answer anything, trying to get by. But he involuntarily said two words - "eggs". It was as if I didn't answer it myself, but someone else in the dark who answered it for me. Although the voice was so small that it seemed that only I could hear it, Wang Xiaosong still made a heartfelt look of surprise at me.

"You have enough affection for our teacher! The teacher has not taught you for three years in vain! We are better friends......" He imitated the adults showing their affection and friendship to each other, slapped one hand on my shoulder, turned his head and said to the students: "Guess what he brought to our teacher? I guarantee that none of you can guess! He brought eggs!" The classmates hula all gathered around me.

"How many, how many?......"

"Take it out and show it to everyone!"

Before I could say anything more, I was immediately kissed several times on the cheek. I couldn't figure out which of my classmates had kissed me, but I felt my ears burn and my seat began to spin, hoping that a crack would immediately open in the ground so that I could go headlong into the ground and get rid of my classmates who surrounded me......

"Oh, what's wrong with him today? Stupid! I'm about to ring the class bell and get the eggs out!"

"...... Eaten by a horse......"

"What...... What?!"

"Eaten by a horse!

"You mean, you didn't bring anything to our teacher?!"

"Brought it! Five eggs! Didn't I tell you that you were eaten by horses? You are all deaf?" "You lie! Are you lying?" The first person who didn't believe it was Wang Xiaosong. He thinks he's been tricked. Glaring at me like a calf. "I didn't lie! Even the handkerchief with eggs was eaten by the horse! Believe it or not, you can ...... it" "Look at his blushing face! A liar can't do it without blushing!" "He's shameful! He's deceiving us......" Suddenly, everyone stopped laughing. Angry eyes glared at me. Like a flock of chickens staring at a caterpillar that is feigning death. Today's incident is too pious and sacred for every student. Every student, including those who are often criticized by their teachers, participate with deep compassion and sincere respect for their teachers. How could they tolerate a classmate who had both played tricks on them all and desecrated the matter itself?

I don't know which of my classmates shouted, "Beat him!" and in an instant they pounced on me, and they couldn't help but beat me together. I had nowhere to hide with my head in my hands, only to be beaten honestly. Wang Xiaosong shouted: "Okay, okay, I'll punish him anyway!" Now listen to him, how can the horse pulling the swill cart eat the eggs he brought to the teacher!" I was already in tears. I don't want to explain. I don't want to say a word. I'm willing to admit bad luck. Fortunately, the class bell rang, which really relieved me. After the students returned to their seats, the male teacher who carried our teacher to the teacher's room yesterday walked into the classroom. He walked to the blackboard and looked at the things on the desk, looking at it for a long time, as if he had fallen asleep last night and could hardly raise his head. It seems that the classroom is empty, and we students are not there at all.

The students looked at each other, all of them looking uneasy. I'm afraid that this teacher who substitutes for us will be angry. Because there was no place for him to put his textbooks on the lecture desk. I don't know which classmate put the chalk box on the windowsill. Under the encouragement of the eyes of some students, the class leader hesitated to stand up and shouted-"Stand up!" and all the students stood up in unison. He, the substitute teacher, was still looking at the things on the table and still didn't look up. "Salute!" the classmates bowed to him in unison. He still didn't look up. The class leader was confused, turned his face to look at the students on the right, and then turned his face to look at the students on the left, at a loss, and did not continue to shout "sit down" for a long time...... The classmates were also confused, not knowing whether to encourage her to shout with their eyes, or to stop her with their eyes and never shout...... The substitute teacher suddenly left the classroom with her head down. The students just stood in confusion. The classroom was silent. We heard a man's suffocating cry coming in low through the classroom door......

The students were even more confused. Thinking that the substitute teacher, his family also lived with relatives who had fled from the countryside, and he also had to save food rations every day to feed them. Sure enough, I could see that every student was thinking that he would be willing to bring him so much more to eat tomorrow. He is also a teacher, and, by yesterday's approach, he has made a kind impression on us......

Finally, he walked into the classroom for the second time. His eyes were red with tears. He's looking up at us. He said incoherently, "Classmates, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made everyone stand for so long...... I didn't hear anything just now, so please forgive me...... I...... Sit down, sit, sit......" Everyone sat down one after the other. He silently glanced at us. When his gaze swept over me, it stopped at my face.

"That classmate, what's wrong with you?"

He asked, pointing at me.

As soon as I was about to stand up, he immediately said, "Don't stand, don't stand." You've just cried, haven't you?"

My classmates turned or turned their heads to look at me.

I hurriedly shook my head in denial: "No, I didn't cry. I...... I'm blinded......"

"Oh, that's ......"

Only then did his gaze move to the other classmates.

"Your name is Wang Xiaosong, right?"

"...... right"

The eyes of the classmates were projected on Wang Xiaosong again, wondering how the substitute teacher would know Wang Xiaosong's name.

"Teacher, I was wrong. I shouldn't have eaten bean cakes in class yesterday, let alone ...... When our teacher can give us a lesson, I will definitely admit my mistake to her face-to-face......"

Wang Xiaosong wriggled his body in embarrassment in his seat, and was about to cry as he spoke. He brought the most to our teachers, and there was certainly a desire to make amends for our sins. Although the substitute teacher had already told us yesterday that the homeroom teacher was not faint from anger, but from hunger. Wang Xiaosong still feels that he is a direct perpetrator.

"Wang Xiaosong, yesterday, after I gave your piece of bean cake to your teacher, she ...... Smiled. She...... He also said that the students I teach are good. I have feelings for them, and they have feelings for me. She guessed that you would bring her a lot to eat today...... She instructed me to tell you what they wanted, and she accepted it. But...... Stuff...... But she couldn't bear to take it. She said that you are children, you are growing up in the period of physical development, and you are the future successor of our country, and she can't ...... Do you understand?......

Everyone seems to understand a lot, a lot, a lot. I didn't seem to understand, I didn't understand what he said at all.

"Students, from today onwards, I will be your homeroom teacher. I swear to be like her, to teach you seriously. Together with you, keep the honor of our class advanced......"

His classmates all stared at him intently. It's as if he's telling us a moving story, and we're the characters in it.

The class leader timidly asked, "Teacher, what ...... Then our teacher Li...... Since then...... Don't teach us anymore?"

"Yes. ”

We don't understand.

Our eyes are asking him why.

A few overly sensitive female classmates began to cry. They didn't quite understand why he said that. They wept only because they were moved by the tone and expression of his voice. His tone is like that of a great actor whispering his inner monologue in front of an empty theater on stage, and he completely enters the role, forgetting that he is a person under the stage. In short, there is a charm in his tone, a charm that is not acquired but benefited from play. It seems to be innate, innate. It's not so much a linguistic charm as a spiritual charm that makes you wonder the slightest. If what he said was what he wanted to say from his heart, it would be a poem, and a song would be composed after composing it. At that moment, the expression on his face was frozen by ** and nobility, making his face look kind and holy, his eyes were full of love for us and all people, and his eyes glowed with a certain radiance of compassion from the spirit. His face, an "Arthur" face, and his whole person, stood straight in front of us, standing on the podium, like a statue, just torn off the cloth cover, and suddenly appeared before our eyes and amazed us.

Wang Xiaosong wrote two words on the back of the textbook and put up the textbook for the students to see.

I saw that those two words were—"Arthur."

Not long ago, the school organized a movie "The Gadfly". The female classmates once commented on which male classmate was most like the young Arthur. And the male classmates have also commented on which female classmate is like Xiao Qiongma behind the scenes. I believe that every student is reminded of the movie "The Gadfly" by him. Of course, everyone will only think that he is too much like Arthur in their hearts. There would never be a classmate who thought he was a bit like a "gadfly". Even if he had the same scar on his face and a beard and a cowboy hat, he would never have thought so. Because his face looks really young. It is only because of the special status of the teacher that we naturally belong to him as an adult without exception......

Although we are intellectually very happy to accept this new homeroom teacher, our hearts are more attached to our teacher Li. The thirty-two-thirteen-year-old, who had been teaching us since the day we entered school, who had criticized almost every one of our classmates and praised almost every one of us, who often told us Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales in the last class on the weekend, who played hide-and-seek with us on outings, and who giggled like a little girl and had a crisp and pleasant and contagious laugh. We love her. At that moment, each of us students realized how much we loved her, for whatever reason and under whatever name, if we were forced to accept the reality that our Teacher Li would no longer be a part of our lives, we would hate this reality and curse it. Elementary school students change class teachers, just like children change aunts and mothers. If they were taught by a good teacher who loved them and was loved by them with the warmth of a mother and the affection of a big sister...... Suddenly, a boy shouted, "No!" and the teacher's self-talking, as if he were talking to himself, was interrupted. He was stunned for a moment, his face gradually showing a look of astonishment, and he slowly asked, "Who said that? Who said no?"

His gaze swept over our faces again, trying to find the screaming classmate by his expression. But he wasn't angry, and his face didn't look gloomy, just stunned. It was as if what he heard was not "no", but "I don't understand". As if he had to make some "ignorant" student understand something. It was as if this was his duty as a teacher to be uneasy if he didn't do it.

"No!" - another male student shouted. "No!" - many of the female classmates also shouted. "No!" ...... The whole class burst into shouting. He stepped down from the podium and walked between the rows of his desk, holding his hands up and making a gesture of pressing down, as if he could press down everyone's shouts. "Students, I don't understand...... What doesn't work, what makes you think you can't do it?......" He looked very confused and a little overwhelmed by the shouts that rose higher than the others. "One-two-we still want Mr. Li!" a female classmate shouted. "We still want Teacher Li!" "We still need ......" the whole class began to shout. While shouting, they both slapped the table with their hands and stomped on the ground with their feet. "Teacher Li is dead!" he suddenly shouted as well. His face flushed with embarrassment and impulsiveness. The shouts of the students came to an abrupt end.

The classroom returned to its unusual silence.

The ticking sound of a heating leak is clearly audible.

Every pair of eyes stared at him silently. The element in his eyes that was moved by his words, his tone, and his expression just now was gone. There was a kind of hostility that flickered aggressively, like glaring at a murderer. And our teacher Li was killed by him.

"Classmates, please forgive me, I shouldn't have said it...... But that's exactly what I said...... Your teacher Li, she died of wild vegetable poisoning...... I know how much you have always respected her and loved her...... I don't want to state this fact to you explicitly...... I thought you understood what I said, but you didn't. Your Teacher Li, she ...... When you are dying, you will never forget which teacher will teach you, as your homeroom teacher...... She loves you so much...... These are the students she has taught for three years. I...... I'm still in my internship and I'm not a full-fledged teacher yet...... I'm not qualified yet...... Because of your teacher Li, I was touched by your love for you......"

Several female classmates suddenly threw themselves on the table......

Although no one heard the crying, everyone knew they wept......

"Students, I know you are all sad in your hearts...... Me too......"

He returned to the podium. His tone returned to calm, a tone that was calm and solemn. His expression became benevolent and noble at the same time.

"I beg everyone, don't keep shouting, affect other classes, I will be criticized. Maybe I won't be able to be everyone's homeroom teacher! Do you really dislike me so much as a teacher, so you can't accept me?!......

None of his classmates spoke, not even a word that comforted him in the slightest. At that moment, everyone seemed to have become mute, and they had become deaf, and they were deaf and dumb one by one.

This fact has had such a tremendous impact on our young hearts! How could a living person say that death is death? Yesterday she was standing on the podium. The day before yesterday, she corrected our homework. The day before yesterday, that is, on the weekend, in the last class, she told us Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales as usual. It's about "The Daughter of the Sea". The day before yesterday......

I'm sure the whole class was in the same state of mind as I was......

"Students, if you want to cry, you can cry! Your Teacher Li deserves to be missed like this. But don't cry out loud...... No...... Affect the ...... of other classes"

No classmates leaned on the table again.

Everyone sat upright, silently weeping.