A few years ago, on the way home, I met Mr. Chen. Mr. Chen's appearance has not changed much, the only difference is that his face has a little more vicissitudes. It's no wonder that when I met Mr. Chen, I had been separated from him for nearly ten years. When we meet again, I will inevitably be excited.

The teacher said that the impression of me was so weak that I almost couldn't remember it. As a disciple of Teacher Chen, I naturally hope that I will still be remembered by the teacher. When I heard him say that his memory of me was faded, I still felt a little lost, and Mr. Chen had trained too many students in ten years, and it was reasonable to downplay me, for him, all students had the same weight.

Mr. Chen is a very individual teacher, and I have always been deeply influenced by his personality, he is not only strict, but also very charismatic. When he first transferred to our school, we were looking forward to a young teacher who would bring us a different class. When a small young man in a suit and leather shoes, with a mustache, walked past the teacher's window, I knew he was coming.

His first class was an eye-opener for us, he was the first teacher who wanted to be friends with us, the first teacher who didn't have to stand up when answering questions, and the first teacher who omitted pre-class etiquette. He didn't introduce himself too much, except to remember that he said that he was studying law. When I heard the word law, I instantly looked up to him. In the first class, in addition to a brief self-introduction, he went straight to the point and told us an article from the textbook.

When I let my guard down on him, he took me under the knife.

"Where's your notebook?" he questioned me when he came to me while he was lecturing and saw a tattered notebook on my desk.

"Teacher, I, I" I spat out.

He slammed his fist on the table, and I shivered.

"If you don't bring out a decent book in the next class, don't come to class!" he snapped to me.

Now that I think about it, I really have to thank him for that kind of severity. It was because of his strictness that I began to like learning Chinese when I was in junior high school.

Over time, we became familiar with it. He actually liked me as a student, and even became my friend eventually, despite the generational gap between us.

It seems to me that he is like the embodiment of justice, and when it comes to some bad social imagination, his voice becomes louder. We sat down and watched his demeanor, watching his bangs rise and fall in anger, and our hearts were completely worshipped.

Once, when he was about to say something in a politics class, there was a wild laugh of village women outside the school, which caused us to burst into laughter.

He smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"What are you laughing at? How hearty, how pure. This is the true temperament, do you understand!" he said to me as he tufted through his textbook.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a louder laugh than before. He laughed at us, and he shook his head helplessly.

In the face of disobedient students, Mr. Chen rewards and punishes them clearly. If anyone challenges his limits, he will no longer treat him as a friend, but take out the killer weapon of a boxer, crack and beat you until you are convinced. Although there is some violence, it is not for nothing, and sometimes individual students are very naughty, and not beating is not enough to relieve their anger.

A classmate refused to change his teaching, he first reprimanded the student a few words, but he didn't expect the student to squeeze his eyebrows, which made Mr. Chen angry, he kicked the classmate out of the classroom door by kicking a ball, only to hear the tragic begging for mercy outside the door. The students witnessed the disobedience, and in the few years that Ms. Chen was the homeroom teacher, there were very few particularly disobedient students.

On a Children's Day, he took the erhu on stage and played a song "Horse Racing" with the teachers for the whole school. When our six-member duet took the stage, we nervously performed the novel work planned by Mr. Chen, and through the peripheral vision of my eyes, I saw Mr. Chen standing in the audience smiling and leaning back and forth.

When I was about to graduate, I don't know why the school transferred Ms. Chen to another class. I was given a new homeroom teacher, and since then, we have no intersection with Mr. Chen. I heard my brother talk about the English that Mr. Chen brought to them, and told a joke about Mr. Chen, and after listening to the joke, I knew that his style was still there.

Later, I heard that he was sick. A few of our classmates spontaneously went to see him, and when they saw him, he looked a little haggard, but he still told us this and that as before.

He smiled and said to us: "You must not relax, you must study hard, you must take the university entrance examination, only in this way can you get out of the mountains." "I understand that his words come from the bottom of his heart, that he didn't treat us as students, that we have become his friends. It didn't take long for him to recover from his illness and return to the school to continue teaching.

When we took our graduation photos, we invited all the teachers from the school to participate, and Mr. Chen also came. His eyes swept us all around, and in silence he seemed to say, "These are all the students I have taken!" I smiled at him, and he smiled in return. In my heart, I felt a little regretful at that moment, and I hoped that Mr. Chen would appear in the graduation photo as a class teacher. Even though Mr. Chen didn't say anything, he must have some shortcomings in his heart.

Students are like a teacher's work, and as a teacher, you definitely want to be able to complete the work yourself. However, Mr. Chen's work is half done.

When going to society and going to work, the teacher's teachings are still vivid. Whether it is a person or a job, he is still invisibly influenced by the teachers of the year. Although we don't keep in touch from time to time, we always remember their kindness deep down.

Maybe I have lived up to my teacher's expectations back then, and I have not been able to add glory to my teacher, but I have never forgotten the teacher's eyes and teachings.

The teacher taught us to be upright men, to be a person with a conscience, backbone, and blood. Maybe I've deviated a lot from the teacher's expectations, but I've been trying my best to be the person the teacher expects.

When I talked to my classmates about my student days and Mr. Chen again, I still remember him vividly, and he is still so upright.