When others don't know something, or he is from the countryside, others say he is a "primary school student". What do you think of this practice?

In my mind, my grandfather called gardenia a bosom friend. He once warned me earnestly: Be like this gardenia, don't covet colorful things that don't belong to you, just silently dedicate your fragrance. At that time, the ignorant little boy couldn't understand the true meaning of this sentence, but today, when I read this motto of life, grandpa left me irrevocably, left his lifelong education career and left his best friend Gardenia.

That year, my grandfather suddenly fell ill in bed, and it was a cancer that was extremely difficult to treat. I'd rather see him lying in bed in pain! I thought of gardenia, but it was the season when gardenia withered, and I racked my brains but could do nothing. Helpless! Grandpa still can't see the pain of his good friend. What should I do?

I ran to the yard and picked up the petals fluttering in the wind one by one. It seems that only glue can restore them to their original appearance. I think my grandfather will be very pleased to see gardenia, and his illness may get better.

That morning, I meticulously did this boring job, and finally finished these "gardenias" in the afternoon. I held them carefully and dedicated them to my grandfather. Sure enough, grandpa was very pleased, and then there was a trace of melancholy in his eyes. Slowly, my grandfather cried like a child. When I asked him why, he shook his head, but didn't answer-did he see through my trick?

I told a lie, a beautiful lie. I was very happy that day and gave my painful grandfather a little comfort. But now that I think about it, I regret it again. I made my grandfather, a strong man all his life, shed tears in his twilight years, and my conscience was greatly condemned.

I thought I made this lie seamlessly, but not long after, my grandfather suddenly called me to his bed and said to me, "Good grandson, shouldn't the gardenias be in bloom at this time?" I blushed, and he saw through my lies! He went on to say, "I'm glad you can do it. Even a lie is beautiful. I have to thank you! " "

Late that night, my grandfather left sadly. I didn't cry, but my heart ached. Those "gardenias" were placed in front of my grandfather's coffin and accompanied him through the journey of life. He is very happy, and so is his grandfather.

This lie has been lingering in my mind for a long time. Maybe it will be eternal in my heart.

When autumn comes, I learn to enjoy loneliness. When I am lonely, I always think of my grandfather, that lie and those gardenias. ...

Fan Ainong

In an inn in Tokyo, we usually read newspapers when we get together. Most students watch Asahi Shimbun and read the news, and those who are interested in asking about social trivia watch the news on February 6th. One morning, Bi Tou saw a telegram from China, something like this.

"Anhui Governor En Ming was assassinated by Kirin and the assassin was arrested."

After everyone was shocked, they told each other with smiles on their faces, studying who the assassin was and how Chinese characters were. But as long as they are from Shaoxing and don't read textbooks specifically, they have already understood. This is Xu Xilin. After he came back from studying abroad, he worked as an alternate road and ran as the governor in Anhui, which coincided with the assassination of the governor.

Everyone predicted that he would be executed and his family would be implicated. Soon, the news that Qiu Jin was killed in Shaoxing also came. Xu Xilin was dug up and gave all the food to Enming Qin Bing. People are angry. Several people held a secret meeting to raise funds in Sichuan; At this time, the Japanese ronin is needed. He shredded the squid, had a generous drink, and then boarded the plane to meet Xu's family.

As usual, there are also hometown associations, hanging martyrs and cursing Manchuria; Since then, some people have advocated sending a telegram to denounce all mankind. The congregation was immediately divided into two groups: one group wanted to generate electricity and the other group didn't. I advocate power generation, but when I said it, a dull voice followed:-

"If the murderer is killed and the dead are all dead, what kind of fart telegram can you send?"

This is a tall man with long hair and white eyes. He always looks at others as if ignoring them. He squatted on the mat, and I generally opposed everything I said; I was surprised and paid attention to him. This just asks others: Who said that it is so cold? People I know told me that his name is Xu's student.

I felt so angry that he was not human at all. My husband was killed, so I dare not send a telegram. So I insisted on generating electricity and arguing with him. As a result, most people advocated power generation, and he gave in. Secondly, we should introduce people to draft telegrams.

"Why? Nature is a person who advocates power generation. " He said.

I think what he said was aimed at me again, but it was not unreasonable. But I advocate that this tragic article must be written by someone who knows the life of the martyr, because he is more closely related than others, and his heart is more sad and angry, and it will be more touching to write it. So they fought again. As a result, he didn't do it, and neither did I. I don't know who admitted to doing it; Secondly, everyone got separated, leaving only a draftsman and one or two officers, waiting for the filming to be finished. From then on, I always thought this Fan Ainong was both eccentric and hateful. The hateful people in the world thought they were Manchu at first, but later they realized that they were still the second; The first one is Fan Ainong. China is not revolutionary, but if it wants to be revolutionary, Fan Ainong must be eliminated first.

However, this opinion seems to have gradually disappeared and it has been forgotten. We never met again. Until the year before the revolution, I was still a teacher in my hometown, probably in late spring. Suddenly, I saw a man on the guest table of an acquaintance. We looked at each other for two or three seconds and said at the same time

"Oh, oh, you are Fan Ainong!"

"Oh, oh, you are Lu Xun!"

Somehow we all laughed, laughed at each other and felt sad. His eyes are still like that, but strangely, in recent years, he has white hair on his head, but maybe it has been there for a long time, and I didn't notice it before. He looks very cold in an old cloth jacket and worn cloth shoes. Talking about his own experience, he said that he later lost his tuition and could no longer study abroad, so he came back. After returning to my hometown, I was despised and rejected, and there was almost no place to stand. Now I am hiding in the countryside and teaching several primary school students to make a living. But sometimes I feel bored, so I also come to town by boat.

He also told me that I like drinking now, so we drank. Since then, every time he goes to town, he will definitely come to see me and know me very well. When we are drunk, we often say something stupid and crazy, and even our mother laughs when she overhears it. One day, I suddenly remembered the old story when I held a hometown meeting in Tokyo, so I asked him:-

"What was your reason for deliberately opposing me that day, intentionally?"

"Don't you know? I have always hated you-not only me, but also us. "

"Did you know who I was before that?"

"Why don't you know. Didn't we meet Ziying and you when we arrived in Yokohama? You look down on us and shake your head. Do you remember? "

I briefly thought about it, but I remember that it was seven or eight years ago. At that time, Ziying came to ask me out and said that Yokohama would pick up my new classmate. As soon as the steamboat arrived, I saw a lot, about a dozen people. As soon as I landed, I put my luggage on duty and waited for inspection. The customs officer rummaged through the closet and suddenly found a pair of embroidered bow shoes. I put down my business and took a closer look. I was very dissatisfied and thought, how could these birds bring this thing? I didn't notice it myself. I probably shook my head at that time. After the inspection, you must sit in the inn before getting on the bus. Unexpectedly, the scholar gave up his seat on the bus again. A wants B to sit in this chair, and B wants C to sit. Before the concession was over, the train had already left, and three or four people immediately fell off when the car body flashed. At that time, I was also very dissatisfied, and I thought to myself: Even the seats on the train should be distinguished. I didn't notice, maybe I shook my head again. However, Fan Ainong is an elegant and obedient figure, but I didn't remember this until today. Not only he, but also the martyr Chen Boping who died later in Anhui and the martyr Ma who was killed. There are still one or two people locked up in black jails, and they didn't see the light of day until after the revolution, and they always bear the scars of bandit punishment. Knowing nothing about it, I shook my head and shipped them to Tokyo. Although Xu came with them in the same boat, he was not in the car because he and his wife went to Kobe by land.

I think I shook my head twice. They don't know what time it is. Let the sitting be lively and the inspection be quiet. It must be time to collect taxes. I want to ask if I love agriculture, yes.

"I really don't understand what are you doing with this thing? Whose is it? "

"Not our Jenny's?" He glared at his white eyes.

"When you go to Tokyo, you must pretend to have a pair of big feet. Why do you want to bring this thing? "

"Who knows? You ask her. "

In beginning of winter, our situation got worse, but we still drank and told jokes. Suddenly it was the Wuchang Uprising, followed by the recovery of Shaoxing. The next day, Ai Nong came to the city, wearing the felt hat commonly used by farmers, and that smile was never seen before.

"Old fast, we don't drink today. I want to see Shaoxing after the recovery. Let's go together. "

We walked in the street with a white flag in our eyes. However, despite this appearance, the skeleton remains the same, because it is still an army organized by several old squires. The railway shareholder is the chief administrative officer, and the cashier of the money house is the chief ordnance officer. This army didn't last long after all. When several teenagers called, Wang Jinfa strode in from Hangchow, even if he didn't come, he would come. After he came in, he was surrounded by many idle people and the new revolutionary party. He became the commander-in-chief of the king's yamen. He changed his robe in less than ten days, and the weather was not cold.

I was placed next to the rice bowl of a normal school principal, and Governor Wang gave our school 200 yuan. I love farming as a supervisor, and I still wear the same cloth robe, but I don't drink much and have little time to chat. He teaches while working, and he is really diligent.

"The situation is still not good, Wang Jinfa and them." A teenager who attended my lecture last year came to visit me and said generously, "We will run a newspaper to supervise them. But the promoter wants to borrow Mr. Wang's name. One is Mr Ziying and the other is Mr Deqing. As a society, we know that you will never give up. "

I promised him. Two days later, I saw the newspaper, and there were indeed three sponsors. Five days later, it was published in the newspaper, beginning with scolding the army and people there; Then he scolded the viceroy, his relatives, his fellow villagers and his concubines.

In this way, for more than ten days, a message came to my house, saying that the governor had cheated him of his money, scolded him and wanted to send someone to kill you. ?

It doesn't matter to others. My mother was the first to worry and told me not to go out again. But I went as usual and made it clear that Wang Jinfa wouldn't kill us. Although he was born in Greenwood University, it is not easy to kill people. Besides, I got the money from the school, and he can understand, but I'm just saying.

Sure enough, he didn't come to kill anyone. I wrote for funds and took another 200 yuan. But it seems a little angry, and at the same time ordered: come again, no more!

However, I was embarrassed when Ainong got new news. It turns out that the so-called "liar" does not refer to the funds of the school, but a sum of money sent to the newspaper. After cursing in the newspaper for a few days, Wang Jinfa sent money from 500 yuan. So our teenagers held a meeting. The first question is: Do you accept it? The resolution said: accepted. The second question is: will you scold after receiving it? Solution: scold. The reason is: he is a shareholder after receiving the money; Bad shareholders will naturally be scolded.

I'll go to the newspaper and ask if it's true or not. It's all true. After saying something that I shouldn't charge him, an accountant became unhappy and asked me:-

"Why don't newspapers accept equity?"

"This is not equity ..."

"What is not equity?"

I won't go on, the world already knows. If I say anything that bothers us, he will criticize me for cherishing my worthless life too much and refusing to sacrifice for society, or you can see how afraid I am of death in tomorrow's newspaper.

Unfortunately, however, Gifford wrote to urge me to go to Nanjing. Ainong also agreed, but it was rather bleak, saying:-

"Here is like that, not people. You are quick to go ... "

I understood his silence and decided to go to Nanjing. First, I went to the Doudufu to resign, and naturally I took aim. I sent a receiver with a runny nose. I handed in the accounts and the balance. I'm not the client. His successor is Fu Lichen, president of Confucius Institute.

The newspaper case was settled two or three weeks after I arrived in Nanjing and was destroyed by a soldier. Zi Ying in the country, nothing; Deqing was in the city, and her thigh was stabbed with a sharp knife. He was angry. Naturally, this is very painful, and you can't blame him. After he was furious, he took off his clothes, took photos to show an inch wide knife wound, and made an article describing the situation, which was distributed everywhere to publicize the violence of the army. I think this kind of photo is probably not collected now, and the size is too small, and the knife wound is reduced to almost nothing. If you don't explain it, the people you see must think it's a nude photo of a romantic figure, with a little madness. If you meet Sun, you are afraid of being banned.

When I moved here from Nanjing, the inspector who loved agriculture was also dismissed by the president of Confucianism. He became a love farmer before the revolution. I want to do something small for him, which he very much hopes, but I have no chance. Later, he sent food to familiar families and wrote to me from time to time. Things are getting worse, and his words are getting worse. Finally, I have to walk out of this acquaintance's house and float around. Soon, I suddenly got news from my fellow villager, who fell into the water and drowned.

I suspect that he committed suicide. Because he swims well, he is not easy to drown.

Sitting alone in the hall at night is very sad, and I suspect that the news is untrue, but I think it is extremely reliable and there is no reason, although there is no evidence. There's nothing I can do. I only wrote four poems, which were later published in a daily newspaper, and now I am about to forget them. I only remember six sentences in a song. The first four sentences are: "Sir, talk about wine in the world. The little drinker is still drunk and slightly drunk. " I forgot a few words in the middle, and finally it was "the old friend is dead, and the rest are just dust."

Later, I went back to my hometown and learned something more detailed. Ai Nong didn't do anything at first because everyone hated him. He is difficult to get along with, but he still drinks. His friends invited him. He seldom comes into contact with people, only a few younger people he met later are more common. However, they don't seem to want to hear more complaints from him, and think that telling jokes is not as interesting as telling jokes.

"Maybe I will receive a telegram tomorrow. I opened it and it was Lu Xun who called me. " He often says that.

One day, some new friends invited him to go to the theater by boat. It was past midnight when he came back, and there was a storm. He was drunk, but he insisted on peeing beside the boat. Everyone dissuaded him, but he wouldn't listen, saying he wouldn't fall. But he fell down. Although he could float, he never got up again.

The body was salvaged the next day and found upright in a diamond swing.

I still don't understand whether he slipped or committed suicide.

After his death, he had nothing, leaving one and his wife. Several people want to collect some money as a fund for their girls' future tuition, because once it is put forward, everyone will fight for custody of the money. In fact, there is no such money yet, and everyone feels bored and disappears invisibly.

I wonder what happened to his only daughter now. If I had been at school, I would have graduated from middle school.

Mr. Fujino .....

My teacher

My teacher Sun Hanbo, a friend's child, is three and a half years old this year. He is not beautiful and doesn't talk much. His father is not allowed to kill the chicken and cut the fish at ordinary times. He is very kind, but he doesn't look at all the visitors at home, and his expression is cold and arrogant. At first I saw him just for fun, but later I dared not be presumptuous and recognized him as a teacher. Many people laugh at me for recognizing a three-and-a-half-year-old child as a teacher because I am crazy or coquettish. I said it was your fault. Who stipulates that teachers can only recognize the big ones with the small ones? Sun Hanbo! Mr. Sun, he should be my teacher.

The aunt in kindergarten took the children on an outing, and he was among them. The aunt picked a bunch of flowers and gave them to everyone. It was his turn. He didn't answer, his eyes turned white and his nose was fanned. Aunt asked, "You don't want it?" He said, "Does the flower hurt?" For a beautiful thing, because it is beautiful, I often think it is not beautiful, I don't cherish it, I don't defend it, sometimes I think it is beautiful, because I don't have it, I hate it, I vilify it, and I even participate in harm and destruction. Sun Hanbo is merciful. He believes that everything has life and should be respected and live in peace. He should be my teacher.

Watching TV at night, before the TV station starts broadcasting China at 7: 00, he will stand in a chair, regardless of adults and children, staring at each other in surprise or sneer, and beating his hands. I don't have this style. For my own personal safety and a little career, I am always cautious and have stage fright. I choose eggs to carry too much weight and dare not squeeze people. I'm afraid of being crowded. Should I? At most, just write "turn decay into magic and slander silently". As a result, I lost a lot of ambition and missed a lot of business. Sun Hanbo is fearless and dares to command the whole country. He should be my teacher.

I was writing a banner at his house, and many people looked around and applauded. He also squeezed in, cocked his head and pulled out his ears. His father asked, "What did you come to see?" He said, "Look and write." Ask again: "What did you write?" Say: "Word." Ask again: "What word?" Say, "Black." My writing and calligraphy are not very good, but I have been praised and praised by others. For example, I heard someone say that XXX has a good writing style, but I don't see anything good about it, but I want to mix in the literary world and prove my appreciation level, or XXX has authority and fame. I must show humility and respect. I need to be promoted and rewarded. I also said, "Yes, of course, look." No matter what happens, Sun Hanbo doesn't look at his face. If he is careless, he will beat around the bush and go straight to the root of the matter. He really should be my teacher.

The two men argued in the street, swearing first, then punching each other. One man was covered with blood, so he grabbed the machete from the butcher shop next to him. The onlookers dispersed, and his father led him over, so he ran over and stood among them, shouting, "Don't fight, fighting is not a good boy, don't fight!" People are very annoyed nowadays. It seems that if they eat it, a small matter will lead to a bloody case, but street fights have happened, but few people have stopped them. Me too. I am afraid to protect the weak from the butcher's knife of the strong, and I am afraid to conquer the strong. The weak hide quietly, and they can't escape when they come. It's better to do more than one thing, but I still left, and I didn't even dare to prove it afterwards. The brave and upright Jessica has the heroic spirit of Xu Honggang. He should be my teacher.

My teacher doesn't talk much. He doesn't give me guidance or give me homework. He has never been as proud of being a student as I am, but he always looks cold and arrogant. I think, maybe he just wants me to understand the truth that "sharp mouth and blunt, arrogant people are blocked by ghosts". I treat my teacher with trepidation. He let me constantly discover my meanness and know my shame. So, I have no reason not to call him teacher! I'm not the only student of my teacher, am I?

cobbler

There is a shoe repairman in the alley, which is still a childhood memory.

Every time I go to that alley, I peek at him. There is no reason, this is what I should do in my memory for many years. He didn't seem to notice me when I peeked at him. Maybe he knows me. After all, I walk past him several times every day.

The shoemaker always wears his rags and doesn't change his clothes several times a year. He sat there wrapped in a patched apron, doing his work slowly, and countless shoes that people sent to repair stood quietly by. This has been his habit for many years. He was already here when the sun came out, and a shadow walked around here when the sun set. This kind of life never seems to worry shoemakers.

One day, I peeked at the shoemaker again. I found all kinds of plastic bottles piled up in front of the shoemaker, including yellow coke bottles and white mineral water bottles. All kinds of plastic products piled up in front of him into a hill, and there was no room for him to pile up these wastes. The shoemaker's booth stands under the old eaves, where an old "28" heavy bicycle is parked. Occasionally, I can hear the sound of "quack", accompanied by the shoemaker's tapping on his shoes and his dusty and greasy black tools, and I begin to feel a little sick. Look at the apron with many white patches, which begins to turn yellow, showing the humble life of the shoemaker more and more.

So I walked through the alley and stopped peeking at how the shoemaker manipulated the small hammer in his hand. Even if it rains, I will use an umbrella to avoid colliding with the shoemaker's eyes. In my life through this alley, there is no longer the existence of this shoemaker, and there is no longer the memory of that old "28" bicycle.

I seem ambivalent, on a rainy day. I peeked at the shoemaker from under the umbrella. There is a lovely little girl standing beside the shoemaker. Although the girl's clothes are light in color, they are neatly dressed and washed very cleanly. The girl carefully fed the shoemaker with a lunch box in her left hand and a spoon in her right hand. The shoemaker ate the rice fed by his daughter and smiled at passers-by

I meditated for a long time. ...

After that, I gave all the plastic bottles at home to the shoemaker along with what I thought was waste. The shoemaker's eyes shone with gratitude, but he never said it. But the memory makes me know clearly that when I gave him something that day, the shoemaker showed his neat white teeth, which no one had ever seen before. Only memory remembers what you once had.

No more umbrellas when crossing the alley.

Every few days, I talk to the shoemaker about the recent situation and even talk about the little girl. Later, I learned that shoemakers have no children. The little girl met at the intersection and she was lying there. The shoemaker met her when she passed by early in the morning, and the shoemaker's wife was very happy.

A few years ago, the shoemaker intended to disappear in this alley, but later, ...

I always talk to him about my troubles in life and work. Our relationship is getting deeper and deeper because of that little girl.

star

I don't think Bing Xin is the most talented among the famous female writers in the 20th century, but I think she is the most introverted among all female writers. I have always lived a very low-key life because I never like to show my face.

In fact, I didn't like Bing Xin's works in the past. Because she doesn't have Zhang Ailing's outstanding talent, Lin's beauty and elegance, and Ding Ling's demeanor as a literary warrior. Bing Xin's works always give people a transparent purity, and the tranquility contains simplicity and sincerity.

Perhaps this is the wisdom of Bing Xin, who always frames himself as the most ordinary star, instead of embellishing himself as the most dazzling star. Just think, in China in the 20th century, such a well-known female writer, can grasp herself in such a measured way, isn't that the wisdom of life? The most precious thing is that although she puts herself in the position of a star, she never goes with the flow and follows the crowd. But always embodies self-worth and self-transcendence. Only from this point, we can say that Bing Xin is the most successful female writer in the 20th century. Success lies in that she left an eternal story for an era with her own perfection.

This may be a beautiful personality, a great personality. There is a saying that there is no shortage of talented people in this world, only those with virtue. If you have to choose between talent and virtue, I think most people will only choose virtue. Margaret Elizabeth, a famous American woman writer, is also one of them. She wrote in a book that Margaret once went to a seminar. At the symposium, all the writers boasted that they had written dozens or even hundreds of works. Finally, when it was Margaret's turn, she sat in the most inconspicuous corner and said simply, "I only wrote one book, floating in the wind." Hearing the wind blowing, everyone was dumbfounded and blushed.

In our 2 1 century, it seems that all the stars on the earth are derogatory than praise, especially the female stars now, which really turns people off. Whenever I see them express their infinite feelings with gestures, from time to time, I am really ashamed of them. They whitewash themselves all day long in order to get ahead and attract attention. Of course, I'm talking about vain little stars, and I admire real big stars infinitely. Such as talented women like Cai Wenji and Li Qingzhao, and beautiful women like Audrey Hepburn and Vivien Leigh. But no one will deny that stars have their own sadness and their own happiness.

There are many stars in the sky, and I know I am the humblest one, because I am simple and ordinary. Although I am indifferent, I am like a poem written by Ms. Bing Xin. I don't like sunflower. I just want to be a water hibiscus that emerges from the mud but is not stained.

The stars make up a beautiful starry sky. Only a few stars can hold colorful dreams. Be a star, my friend, and it will perfect your life journey.

"grandma"

Frankly speaking, the memory of grandma is vague.

Only two things are more memorable.

One is that she quarreled with her mother. I was very young there, and I don't know what happened. They had a big fight. My introverted and honest father didn't talk, so I cried in the corridor from the hall to the kitchen. My sister was two years older than me and my brother was two years younger. Since then, grandma has been following my uncle, and in another village six or seven miles apart.

Another thing is that when grandma gets old, she suffers from Alzheimer's disease. She sits at the door all day and doesn't walk around. I went to see her and asked if she knew me. Strangely, my eyes, which have always been chaotic, suddenly cleared up and called out my name clearly. But I forgot in an instant. After a while, I asked him who I was, so I had to patiently tell him who I was. She was also thinking, looking for a vague memory.

Grandma gave birth to four sons, and the third one was a fool. Our nephew calls him "Uncle Mi". Grandpa Mi died first because of rheumatic heart disease. On the day when Ye Mi was buried, the 88-year-old grandmother seemed to wake up again and looked in the direction of Ye Mi's grave. A few days later, grandma also died. The villagers said that "Grandpa Mi" was buried in peace, and grandma was relieved. She has nothing to worry about in this world.

On the day of the funeral, several grandchildren carried the coffin to send grandma up the mountain. Walking through the stagnant water on the road, I can't help but feel sad when I think of her knowing me in confusion. My heart ached and tears rolled down with the shaking of grandma's coffin.

, "human nature"

Love is on the left, sympathy is on the right, walk on both sides of life, sow seeds at any time, blossom at any time, decorate this path with fragrant flowers for a long time, so that pedestrians who wear branches and help leaves will not feel pain when walking on thorns, and tears can fall without sadness.

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Life is like wine, clear or dry, because with love, it becomes mellow; Life, such as, high or low, becomes sweet because of love; Life is picturesque, rich or dim, because with love, it becomes beautiful and colorful.

Human nature, I think we should have compassion.

Who made that love song linger in the air for a long time? Cong Fei, when he first saw out-of-school children, until he was taken care of by death, he always put his love and money. His voice may not be as beautiful as before, but it won the most pious applause. How can he be so unsympathetic? Compassion makes his life eternal and children's life full of hope.

Human nature, I think there should be family ties.

Do you know what happens when you fall off a cliff? I remember the ferris wheel accident many years ago. A family of three were enjoying the wheel when the Ferris wheel suddenly broke down. Just as they fell from the sky, an amazing scene happened. Parents hold up their children with their hands and hold up the sky of life. Some people say that the sky was unusually quiet at that moment, tears blurred everyone's eyes, and everyone had an impulse to go home.

Human nature, I think there should also be a teacher-student relationship.

The recent Wenchuan earthquake broke everyone's heart, but there is a feeling that people can't forget for a long time.

Tan Qianqiu, an ordinary teacher, blocked the reinforced concrete falling from the sky with his body in the earthquake, and set up a life sky for the students below with his back.

Gou Xiaochao, a primary school teacher, went in and out of the collapsed teaching building in the earthquake to rescue his students. When he finally rushed into the teaching building, the cement slab pinned him down, but his hand still clung to two students.

How much love does a "human nature" contain? Perhaps it is these ordinary feelings that explain the true meaning of life.