Prose | My English Teacher

Xizi

After graduating from junior high school for more than twenty years, I always see a long skirt in my sleep, and my eyebrows are curved, like a gentle mother.

The teacher Huang Ping (a pseudonym) more than 20 years ago was an English teacher at the junior high school of Tunba Town, Dazhu County. When I was in middle school, I heard my classmate said that the English teacher in 5 classes was a female teacher, but it was beautiful. From then on, I started to pay attention to the beautiful English teacher of this other class.

I don't remember when, and I can't remember who pointed at Teacher Huang quietly tell me, "Look, she is the English teacher of Class 5." We saw a long white skirt and tall figure on the balcony on the 4th floor. With her curly hair, with her step -by -step, only two words popped up in my mind: white and beautiful, gentle and pleasant.

Honestly, my English teacher at the time, Zhou Min (pseudonym), took care of me. He was full of energy and humorous language. He often talked about me after class. He is a male teacher. Although he looks good, he is not as good as a beautiful female teacher. From the balcony on the 4th floor, I have thought about Teacher Huang, and I often go to the classroom of class 5 to play.

The class was re -integrated in the third year. Teacher Rao, the head teacher, introduced us the new English teacher -Huang Ping. The moment Teacher Huang laughed onto the podium, I smiled sweetly in the seat, and the whole heart was filled with full heart.

Teacher Huang is beautiful and gentle, but her voice is very clear. She pronounces extremely standard. If she only listens to her lectures without looking at people, I don't doubt that a foreigner is talking. She never stood on the podium in class, but away on the classroom. In the summer, she is always wearing a long skirt, but she can still set off her graceful posture. She changes a skirt almost every two days. Most of these skirts are simple and similar in style, but each has its own beauty. My favorite is her cotton and silk skirt with red plum patterns. Teacher Huang wearing the long skirt is like a beauty who came out of the picture, or she is a classical painting. Not stunner. Many years have passed before I know that it is called cheongsam.

I don't remember how Mr. Huang knew me, as if she knew me from the beginning. Occasionally, I heard that some classmates told us that I found that the New World mysteriously told us that Teacher Huang turned out to be the wife of Mr. Rao, the class teacher! No classmate in our class was willing to believe in this fact, and also deliberately went to the class teacher to ask for homework. Sure enough, he saw our beautiful English teacher at the class teacher's house and their seven or eight -year -old son. For this matter, I also secretly hugged Huang, but I just figured it out soon. Since the ancient beauty matching heroes, can Teacher Huang marry Teacher Rao, isn't it more proved the strength of Mr. Rao?

After accepting this reality, we went to the head teacher's home. Teacher Huang burned well, and we can always be full. At the beginning, we were restrained. She always smiled and split the dishes to us, saying that we were growing, and the school cafeteria was a big pot of rice. Let us go to her house at any time, and the meals are enough. At that time, we all lived in school, and some went home once a month, and some only returned once a semester. Being able to eat a meal at Teacher Huang's house, it feels far from the word "happiness". With her, she can always see her mother's shadow. Once again and again, we really went to Teacher Huang's house for meals.

In the third year of the third day, Mr. Huang gave me a repeat machine and a pen, all new. I was not willing to use it at that time, and kept it carefully. At the beginning, she also asked me if I "listened to English", and I always smiled and answered, "I listened." But my heart was another voice: "My goddess sent it, how can I use it." After so many years, the re -reader and pen have long lost the meaning of Mr. Huang sent me, but in me, the new repeater and pen still represent the care and expectations of Teacher Huang for me.

After graduating from junior high school, several classmates and I visited Teacher Huang's house. They were the head teacher and even visited her. After graduating from the teacher, I also met them specially. They did not change at all. In addition to caring with me, they also found out the current situation of many students.

A few years ago, I saw Teacher Huang, and her hair was already pale. I looked at her two blooms, thinking that she had stood in the classroom for more than 20 years, and tears rotated in her eyes. She was open -minded and comforted me with a smile: "You are all adults, my grandson is also in kindergarten, can you not be old?" I also laughed. Teacher Huang never knew what she existed in my heart, that was the beauty and pursuit of everything in the world!

Tonight, Teacher Huang will walk into my sleep again, it is still so beautiful and gentle, like a mother!

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