"My first love, help me get out of the closed trough ..."

The Mid -Autumn Festival and Teacher's Day have just passed.

Even if you have graduated for many years, you are likely to miss the former teacher.

After all, whose student career has not encountered a Chinese teacher who exported a chapter, a mathematical teacher who loves to be "on the blackboard", an English teacher who looks rich, and a sports teacher who always has a leave ...

For the role of "teacher", we often seem to have various stereotypes.

However, it is not only the "teacher" who is standing in the class. In our lives, we will also go through many "not teachers' teachers "- ——

It may be your family, classmates, roommates, ex -party, and even strangers.

The "unusual classrooms" of their professors may inadvertently lead to our growth.

Let's take a look at their story today-

It's a bit funny, this person is my first love.

During the undergraduate, because of the contradiction of the dormitory, I was in a very low and autistic state.

At that time, the boy could only accompany me through the time difference and the screen.

Probably, campus life is still too protective. I don't know that there are so many ways to live. He taught me how to choose a camera, how to photograph, and how to face those who had to face, how to transition well during the trough.

My inferiority mentality is revealed in front of him, but he will only encourage me to say, "Don't you want to see the scenery outside?"

What I admire him is that in the face of life and study and work pressure, he has always been sober -with clear love, clear planning and goals, and constant internal driving force.

Later, he was separated from the different ideas of his future development.

Anyway, thank you for this person. It was he taught me how to live and how to face the trough; teach me not to look back and keep moving forward.

I want to say to him, I miss you too.

My mother, 82 years old, is a student of old and middle school.

She graduated from a normal school and worked as a elementary school teacher for a lifetime; she loved each other with her father and trained all 5 children into talents.

She loves to learn new things, has strong hands -on ability, and everything at home is broken. She taught me that she must be gradual and suffering.

She has a motto, I have been in my heart, and now it has become my motto:

"Except Xi learned, everything can be learned and now."

This year, her daughter went to college and took her mother to Jinan to send her to school. Mainly to let her look at the university campus and make up for the regrets that she could not go to college.

A boy who had been bullied and rescued by bullying.

During the college entrance examination, I met campus bullying.

At that time, it was very painful and emotional, and I wanted to give up learning and even end life.

This boy discovered my abnormality and started protecting me and enlightening me during the class, so that I had the courage to tell the teacher what I encountered.

Finally, he insisted on the end of the college entrance examination that his parents knew that his daughter had experienced these.

What moved me the most was that he was also a victim of campus bullying. Because he was raining, he wanted to make an umbrella for others.

If I think about it, I have encountered these, and I may have lost goodness and enthusiasm for a long time. After all, when he was hurt, none of them helped him.

Although I knew he might not see it, he still wanted to say to him:

You will always be my best opposite sex friend, and it is a beam of light in the darkness.

I will never forget the hands that extended to me in despair.

It is a sister who is three years older than me. I met my classmates in junior high school.

She worked early, was open -minded and mature, and she thought for others. So if there is any problem, I ask her.

When I went to Changsha to travel, I met a girl, and I liked her very much. After returning to Tianjin, I contacted that girl, and she may have never returned to my news because of her busy work.

Maybe I am not her ideal type, I am very sad, I want to find someone to talk. Because she usually has a good relationship with the sister, she becomes my emotional mentor (asking the object).

Thanks her, I really solved my heart disease, let me understand--

The ignorance of adolescence is normal, and the beauty on the journey is also normal.

Don't feel regret, it is there.

The night view I saw for the first time to see Changsha

He is a strange uncle.

Because of a long time, the impression was too vague, just remember that he was flat, strong.

Thirty years ago, I was 16 or seven years old.

After the second entrance examination failed, I was discouraged and went to the river and sat silently in the river embankment for a long time. At that time, I felt that life had no hope and kept crying.

Many people are walking, playing, and chatting by the river embankment. No one notice me.

This middle -aged uncle happened to be passing by. I sat down not far away, observed for a while, and slowly walked to me and said:

"Little sister, ah?"

Seeing that I didn't speak, he said:

"How old are you? I'm 50 years old! Your life is so long and long! Slowly live a good life, it is important to live well!"

I didn't answer in a word, he sat on the side and said to himself:

His daughter was married and was going to have children; his wife was a math teacher, and he would raise orchids ...

Until I got up and left.

Passers -by next to them must think that we are a pair of father and daughter, and my father is enlightening his daughter.

After so many years, I always think of him. When I think of it, I will smile involuntarily.

Although he couldn't remember his looks (maybe he didn't look at him well), but he still remembered clearly. Thank you for making me feel beautiful in my life.

He is the class teacher of my second grade, Teacher Lu.

At that time, I only remembered that he was gentle, and the students were very good. He also heard that he was very painful.

But when I was in the third grade, he was transferred to other schools, and I haven't seen you many years since then.

It wasn't until 20 years later that I and my boyfriend returned to my hometown to see his parents before seeing him again.

He later became my father Lu.

She is the first roommate and a hearing disabilities to come to Beijing.

I met her in the rental applet. After adding WeChat, I asked the location, area, area, and what living facilities around the room, and I came to Beijing with simple luggage.

At that time, he was more anxious and didn't ask carefully. It was only when we found that the "shared" of our two shared a bedroom and a double bed.

So on the first night when I came to Beijing, I slept with a stranger on a bed.

I also knew that she was a hearing impaired and usually wearing aid. Because of listening, her work and life are affected.

I remember once, she had to register and need to call to make an appointment. I helped her call, while finalizing the time and department with the wiring personnel on the opposite side, and clinging to her with hands and feet.

Maybe many people don't know that the way of listening disabilities is different from us. Many times, their pronunciation makes people sound "weird"; they will also choose the simplest language speech, which will easily cause the illusion of "rudeness".

It is also because of weak listening, she can't do a frequent dialogue with others. So after graduating from college, she learned the software and did some design work at home.

I admire her very much that she has been studying, including reading, online classes, and improving her professional level;

I like outdoor sports very much. I will go to the mountains on weekends and sign up for several marathons;

Very enthusiastic, I am also very friendly to me, I often clean the room quietly, and sometimes cooking will do my job together ...

I think this is full of enthusiasm for life. No matter what I encounter, I don't give up chasing beautiful things, this is what I learned from her.

After we lived together for half a year, I moved away, and she helped me move my luggage from the fifth floor to downstairs.

Before moving the car, we hugged for the first time, and I said to her, we would see you again.

Three years have passed, we have no goodbye, and we have no contact, but I actually want to say to her:

Thank you, and I miss you very much.

Grandma is 93 this year. She has a little dementia, but she can still play mahjong and recognize almost all relatives and friends.

My grandfather walked very early, and I died before I was born. After my grandfather left, my grandmother never married.

The grandfather was buried in the cemetery, and it was the two -person tomb. My grandmother's name had been engraved on the tombstone.

Grandma did not avoid these at all. Ten years ago, she had taken the photo she had quietly made to me. She also said that she would leave in the future and don't bury her in the cemetery.

She is the older generation of diligence and frugality, and she usually saves all kinds of things; even if the children come out to make money and make a business, she still lives tightly.

On one occasion, my aunt cleaned and packed a milk powder can from my grandmother's room. She even said that after she left, she should not buy the ashes, just put it in the milk powder jar.

Later, she said that her ashes would be wrapped in a few clothes in the future. I don't need to buy the jar box.

Although every time she says this, she will be talked about by her children, but I will be shocked every time.

I always thought that the elderly in their days were very taboo about life and death, and they also regarded "funerals" very important. A lot of children will ask their children to provide it, buried in a good place, what good ashes?

But grandma is not.

It turned out that since so small, I have been receiving "death education".

I saw an open -minded from the old man's house. I really feel that death is not terrible. I don't have to worry about future things. It is simply simple.

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"Teacher" is not defined.

Animals can be a teacher; anime character, can be a teacher; a painting can be a teacher.

Even your own teacher can be his own teacher.

15 years old@今 今, shared her dream--

She appeared in my dream like me.

The two of us talked a lot, talked about my past, my present, my future.

She invited me to paint together, and I told her that I did n’t look good, but she said how to know?

I know that I didn't draw well, and the people around me told me like this.

But she wanted me to draw, and I drew what she wanted in the dream.

At that moment, I felt that she was me, just a more confident, harder, and more up. And I am like her shadow.

But in fact, I am myself, I am not the shadow of anyone.

Since that dream, I have firm confidence -I want to learn to paint.

Native

"Thank you, I pulled me when I was confused."

"Thank you that day, I didn't say that I was a bad boy."

"Thank you for being bullied, come and stand in us."

"Thank you, let me see my heart clearly."

No one has always stipulated what the "teacher" should look like.

Just like as long as you are willing to try, you will not be restricted by the rules.

#Today's topic#

perhaps

There is also one in your life

"Do not be defined teacher"

If there is

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