For a long time, I wanted to commemorate my teacher in a serious and even solemn manner, but I couldn't write for many years, and I couldn't help but feel sad and missed. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info afraid that my pen will not be able to express what I think, and I am afraid that my pen will not be able to portray the pure and noble soul of the teacher. I have never put pen to paper, although I have always wanted to use my pen and my heart to commemorate him.

Two years ago, I once again picked up the pen to write, narrate, and even vent my emotions and thoughts, and after more than a year of polishing the pen, I now feel that it seems to be okay, so I pick up the pen with trepidation.

When I was in the second year of junior high school, I studied in a rural primary school not far from the village together with the primary school in the first year of junior high school, and I went to the township middle school in the second year of junior high school. At that time, there were two mathematics courses, algebra and geometry, which were taught by two different teachers.

I am in the rebellious period of adolescence, although my head is bright and my grades are good, but I am also naughty and mischievous, and the teachers don't care much as long as the students have good grades. Only my geometry teacher: Mr. Liu Pengcheng, he doesn't allow me to do anything wrong, he is not actually a class teacher, just a substitute teacher who has just graduated from secondary school. People are extremely ugly, especially with uneven teeth, and smoking, resulting in messy and black teeth, the first time I saw the teacher, I felt very disgusted with him, where did such an ugly teacher come from?

At first, he didn't pay much attention to us, just completed his teaching tasks. But his class was not in the order of the textbook, and after a few lessons, I saw him play with geometric figures so wonderfully upside down, and I was a little interested, and I was also attracted by his interesting teaching content, so I unconsciously listened to the lecture and stopped making trouble. Slowly familiarized, Mr. Liu originally hid a kind and enthusiastic heart under his ugly appearance, seeing that my thinking was active, and my thinking followed his train of thought quickly, I could interact with him during class, and slowly found that I liked the ugly teacher's geometry class.

After Mr. Liu was shy at the beginning, he gradually became familiar with us, and at that time he thought that the secondary school was already out of reach, and he also admired the teacher. The relationship between Mr. Liu and us has gradually become harmonious, and sometimes his words are even more powerful than the words of the class teacher. Everyone is a good student in geometry class, and they are all good children.

I can see that he also likes me as a skinny little child, and my eccentric elves and my cleverness and liveliness have won the teacher's affection, and I often look forward to the teacher's coming in the evening self-study, and find a few extremely difficult questions to ask him, hoping to stump him and make him more impressed. Such tricks are often seen through by the teacher, and they often do not bother him. Occasionally, there were one or two such questions, and if he couldn't do it all at once, he would whisper to me apologetically: You have stumped me, wait for me to go back and think about it, and I will tell you tomorrow. A small heart will be very happy, very proud. When the next day he said who asked the subject, and that he had not been able to solve it for a while yesterday, my little vanity was greatly satisfied. I also like this ugly but kind teacher even more.

I remember that I got a perfect score in the first geometry exam, and Mr. Liu called me to the office alone and said: You have to study hard, you are different from others, you have such a smart brain, you are the material for going to college. You see that your geometry grades are so good, and geometry is a little more difficult in junior high school, and if you learn geometry well, other courses will not be a problem. I heard that you have good grades in other subjects, and you will use more energy on your studies in the future, and you still don't understand what it means to be "young and strong do not work hard, and the boss is sad in vain", but you remember to work hard, and the future is earned by yourself. If you don't want to live as hard as your parents, study hard, and reading is the only way out.

In those days when I had Mr. Liu, I no longer went down to the river to fish, but went up to the mountains to look for birds' eggs, and I honestly began to study hard. Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long, and Mr. Liu had just taught us for a semester before he was transferred to the middle school in the town to teach physics. My junior high school life fell into misconduct again because of the departure of Mr. Liu. During this period, he once went back to school, and his classmates said that the teacher had come to the class to look for me, but my classmates and I had already gone to the fields and grasslands to squander our youth. This made me very upset, and I heard that he once went to my cousin who was in the same class as me and said: Tell your sister that I am waiting for her to be admitted to high school in the middle school in the town to see her, and tell her not to let me down. Once again, I settled down to study and went to high school to visit my teacher.

During his transfer, while I was studying hard, I could also hear some news about him: he was married, his students didn't like it, how his teaching was deadlocked, he was sick or something. I was worried and anxious, but the lack of transportation and the fact that I was still very young at the time didn't come up with any way to help the teacher. I know that the kindness of a teacher is his weakness, and it is possible to be bullied by students. I also heard that his daughter-in-law was very ignorant and had a bad relationship with him, and I heard that he had a nervous breakdown and mental problems. I have been worried about the teacher in my heart, so I remembered to write a letter, right? Maybe the teacher can receive it? I can comfort the teacher's heart, at least in my heart, he is a good teacher, a good person, and a good person will be safe and happy all his life.

The immature pen wrote down the thoughts and comforts and blessings of the teacher, and it was a long time after receiving the teacher's reply, and the teacher said that everything was fine, and there was no need to worry about him, and only asked me to graduate from junior high school and be admitted to high school in a year.

So I studied hard, I just hoped to be admitted to high school one day earlier, see the teacher one day earlier, and give the teacher some spiritual help and support, hoping that everything would be okay for him.

A year later, I was admitted to Qi No. 2 Middle School, and my score failed to be admitted to No. 1 Middle School, and Mr. Liu visited me at school in the first week of my report. I couldn't help but cry when I saw the emaciated teacher I hadn't seen for a year. What did he go through in the prime of his life? How could he have been ruined like this? I didn't want to ask, so I had to ask the teacher how he was doing? The teacher didn't answer, but he saw that he was very happy to see me, so he happily walked with the teacher for a while, and went to the restaurant to eat together, and I repeatedly said to the teacher: You have to be good, I will show you excellent results, you must take care of your health, I still need your help! The teacher happily promised me that he would be fine.

In the second year of high school, I obviously felt that the teacher's teaching level was far from meeting the teaching requirements, so I asked Mr. Liu to say this, he didn't say a word and pulled me away, I thought he was unhappy that I didn't study hard, it turned out that he pulled me to his classmates in No. 1 Middle School (then the director of No. 1 Middle School), and said to his classmates: This is a good student, is a talent that can be created, you give a chance, she will not let you down.

His classmates didn't say a word, picked up a pen and wrote a note and handed it to me: Find Mr. Guo Bumao, the head teacher of Class 6, and come to his class tomorrow. It's just that the tuition fee has to pay a high price this semester, 106 yuan, and you will have to rely on your own ability in the future, if you can get into the top five in the grade, you don't have to pay a high price. Teacher Liu looked up at me happily, nodded and said, "Go ahead, go to the teacher to report, and come to class tomorrow." In this way, I was unprepared, and I went from No. 2 Middle School to No. 1 Middle School in one afternoon.

Liu Yaohua, the head teacher of the second middle school, was very dissatisfied, talked to me a few times, tried his best to keep it, I felt very ashamed of the good of others, once I didn't do well in chemistry, when I cried alone, Liu Yaohua teacher still coaxed me to be happy like a child, but I didn't say hello to one and transferred to another school. I told Mr. Liu about my guilt, and he immediately took me to the second to find Mr. Liu Yaohua, apologize for me, and make amends for me. Everyone is passionate about love, and it can be regarded as mutual understanding. But Mr. Liu Yaohua never seemed to forgive me, and the last time I went home and wanted to invite him out to sit, he refused me.

I studied in No. 1 Middle School, like a fish in water, and I didn't fall out of the top three in the grade in every exam, I knew that the opportunity was not easy to come by, I wanted to win glory for my teacher Liu and save money for my parents, but also to earn a good future for myself, so I went all out to move forward.

However, my weak body could not withstand such a high load of study, and I fainted in a chemistry class, and when my teachers and classmates took me to the hospital, I was already very weak and had to be hospitalized to strengthen nutrition and treatment. A very good classmate accompanied me for a few days, and Mr. Liu heard that he had come all the way from the westernmost part of the town to the easternmost hospital in the town to visit me, helped me pay the hospitalization fee, and went through the discharge procedures, and kept comforting me and saying: It's just that I studied too hard, and I should pay attention to eating more and exercising more in the future.

That day he also took me to his house to eat dumplings, and when he saw his lover and son, it seemed that his lover was an uneducated housewife, and his son was tiger-brained, and I bought a canned peach for the child, and it could be seen that the child and his mother liked it very much, probably because of respect. Teacher Liu was also very happy, as if he had drunk a little wine alone.

After that, I kept my head buried in my studies, and I had less contact with Mr. Liu, until one day I heard from my classmates that Mr. Liu was mentally ill, and my heart suddenly panicked and I couldn't take care of class, so I ran to visit Mr. Liu, and saw that although he was haggard, he was conscious, so he put the heart that was about to rush out of his chest and put it in place.