Qi Yanran’s Diary: Teacher Yao, I wish you a good journey...

February 19, 2020? Wednesday? Sunny?

Teacher Yao, do you know? When I heard the news of your death, the sad news filled my eardrums , I couldn’t think for a moment. As if turned to stone, I stood there in a daze, my eyes dull. "No, this is fake!" I couldn't believe it and couldn't accept this fact. There was only one thought in my mind at this time, this is not true.

In my impression, you walk very fast and love to smile. When you smile, you have two dimples on your face. You are very approachable. When you lecture, you also add some extracurricular knowledge from time to time and make fun of us. To our ears, that is the most beautiful word. Sometimes you pose a question and wait with great interest for our answer. But we are as careless and listless as grass that has been stepped on. The question to you is "The papaya is ripe - plop, plop (I don't understand)". Instead of getting angry at us, you laughed and came up with some jokes to lighten the mood in the class.

Every time I asked you a question, you always pointed at the blackboard and drew circles on my homework book with a red pen, but I still didn’t respond at all, so you stopped. Come down, look at the topic, think about it, and then start talking again. After I understand it, you put down the teaching tools, step off the podium, and go to a few students with weak foundation to solve their problems.

Do you still remember? You always carefully wrote comments, praise in English, or added steps behind my homework. Just a few days ago, you were guiding me in my homework. But now, you...

At lunch, I like to eat slightly hard rice, but it is also white rice. When I eat it in my mouth, it is already tasteless, like sand, and it gnaws at my teeth. . My favorite cabbage looks like it's raw when chewed in my mouth. Meat makes me feel sick to my stomach when I see it. The chopsticks circled around several dishes and then returned to the bowl alone. This meal was silent...

Go into the room and close the door. Thinking of your departure, everything was so sudden and so unexpected. Staring in the direction of the school, my longing broke through the last line of defense in tears. I cried silently, my heart full of pain. Wipe it away quietly with your sleeves, but as everyone knows, another batch comes quietly. At this time, I have mixed feelings, including condemnation of God’s injustice, condolences for your passing, sadness, and even some grievances...

For a long time, I raised my face with tears and wiped them away. of tears. He stood up gently and stood in the direction of the school, mourning that a good teacher, a good teacher respected by students, passed away like this. I don’t know how to vent. Tears are shed by fragile people, but at this moment I...

Teacher, I wish you a good journey. I know that you just went to heaven to chat with Euclid once and watch Kobe Bryant play once. You will come back...