An old professor of Xiamen University gave a graduation speech to the graduates, which made all netizens see a humorous old man, hear an old man living in a real life, and feel the earnest teachings of an old professor to the students. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIt's graduation season again, and from then on, we have to go our separate ways, and we can no longer walk side by side, and we can no longer go to the school cafeteria to eat together. Too many emotions, too many reluctances, all ended in the last group photo; time goes forward for ten years, when I was a freshman in high school, my face was green, I was at a loss, I wrote love letters, skipped class, and bullied teachers. One day, a fresh stream of blood came to our school.

At that time, if I could see people from the city, I was very curious and felt very fresh. Especially when we come to a group of big cities, we always have to stare at the big city people for a long time, looking for their bodies and our excess organs. That year, graduate students from Tongji University in Shanghai came to teach with love, and we were fortunate to meet them. It was a group of young and beautiful young people, and we were curious about them, and they were curious about us. What we are curious about is the vitality and connotation that emanates from them. What they are curious about is the confusion and ignorance that we exhibit. Their arrival brought a timely rain to our dry minds.

What I remember deeply is that there is a volunteer teacher named Zheng Jun. She likes to communicate with us outside of class, and I sit in the first row, so naturally I have a lot of opportunities to chat with her. Once, I accidentally misspelled an English word, and I used my fingers to try to correct the misspelled word by painting it into a black charcoal. At this time, Teacher Zheng Jun walked up to me, holding a pen that had always been very thick, she smiled at me, opened the cap of the pen, and used the pen to paint on the words I had written wrongly, and a stream of white liquid covered the words I had written incorrectly. She told me funny that it was a correction pen, and I bowed my head shyly. Later, I remember that she gave me the correction pen, which I have always treasured, and now I guess the liquid in it has become solid, and it only carries a memory.

It was an afternoon of self-study, and I pretended to be very serious and read the text silently. Teacher Zheng Jun was sitting on the podium, and suddenly a quiet vibration made me accidentally look up at her, and she looked at me and smiled sincerely. She walked up to me briskly and whispered to me that it was her phone vibrating, and she made a point to show me her phone. I remember it was a Nokia with a dim yellow glow. She must have thought I had never seen a cell phone, so she showed me what it looked like.

Over time, we have changed from teachers and students to friends, and a kind of attachment has developed between friends. Every time I talk to them, I feel that it is an improvement, and I feel that I am indeed too short-sighted and too narrow-minded at that time. From their mouths, we can get a lot of information, as if we can see the whole world.

At the end of their volunteer teaching, I had a dysentery and returned home with regret. After that, they were never seen again. It was only later that I learned that Mr. Zheng Jun also had dysentery and returned to Shanghai by plane overnight. When I returned to school, I saw a letter left by Mr. Zheng Jun, and my heart was full of true feelings, it was a big girl's sincere hope for a child, and she hoped that I could become a useful person in society. At the beginning of the letter, she playfully wrote: "Hello Marx!" At that time, my classmates called me Marx simply because my surname was Ma.

It's been another decade in a blink of an eye, and I don't know where they are now, and I don't know if that Mr. Zheng, who has an extraordinary temperament, has found his own happiness. Here are my best wishes to them, thank you for being in our world, with your presence, our world is no longer so lonely!

Originally, this article can't be hastily concluded, but there are less than twenty minutes left before the time to go to work, so let's draw a full stop.