Mentor is the guiding light on the road to growth.

After nearly two months, I finished reading "Little Doudou by the Window" in fragmented time, but I didn't want to finish it all at once. First, because I read slowly, and second, such a classic is worth reading, and I occasionally stop to ponder the plot carefully. I want to live in the world of Xiao Doudou's childhood for a period of time, and I also hope to wander in the memory of childhood for a period of time. Indeed, everyone will find their childhood from this book. Following the story of Xiao Doudou, my thoughts returned to my happy childhood.

What people often miss in these beautiful little things are those beautiful and shining people. In my primary school days, the first thing I want to mention is Teacher Liu.

Teacher Liu is the first teacher in my primary school. When I was in the first grade of primary school, Mr. Liu just graduated from Normal College. We were the first students she took away. In the brightest days of her newly graduated youth, she gave her love and time to the children in our class. In my impression, Mr. Liu is so beautiful, always smiling and always with gentle steps. Unlike some teachers in our class, Mr. Liu wears high heels and walks with a bang, as if afraid of disturbing us. Her footsteps are always soft and her voice is light. She hardly criticizes the children in our class. When she meets a particularly naughty child, she sometimes visits her house. When I was a child, I was probably the kind of child that worried the teacher the most. I am shy, timid and smart, and my grades have always been ahead. Mr. Liu spent a lot of time and energy on those children who didn't worry, so in my memory, I actually had little intersection with Mr. Liu, so what I can remember is mostly the time when the students in the class were with Mr. Liu.

I still remember a beautiful spring afternoon. The first class is Chinese. At the beginning of the class, Mr. Liu suddenly told everyone that today's class was changed into an outdoor activity class. So, she took our classmates to Gangu River, about half an hour's journey from school. In spring, frogs croak and winter jasmine covers the valley. Groups of tadpoles swim around in the clear stream. Students play together and catch tadpoles together. Very vivid and unforgettable. ?

In the fourth grade, at the end of a class, Mr. Liu gave everyone homework. In the Chinese class a week later, everyone brought a dish made by themselves. There are no restrictions on ingredients and cooking methods. This makes everyone busy, including me, who is spoiled by my parents and has never cooked. After going home to discuss with my mother at night, I decided to make cold cucumber. This week, I practiced cutting cucumbers every day when I went home, and then I added a plate of cucumbers to the dinner table at home every day, and I put the seasoning myself. My parents only give advice every day, and I never dislike that my cucumber is cut too thick. After a week of Chinese class, the students in the class brought all kinds of delicious food. Some people brought fruit salad, others brought fried potatoes with green peppers. Everyone is always divided into four groups. A group of about 12 students filled their desks. Of course, there are also male students in the class who can't cook. They simply bought cold dough from the street, but everyone laughed and ate happily. That afternoon, they listened to students from other classes.

After a summer vacation, the fifth grade started, and our class changed to a Chinese teacher, only to learn that the teacher was at home waiting for labor because she was pregnant. I thought many students in my class missed her as much as I did, so we often went to see her after school together. She was lying on the windowsill when she reached her door. If she wakes up, we gently called Miss Liu, looked at her and smiled, and then left. When Mr. Liu returned to school after giving birth, our first class of students had already graduated.

With the beginning of the second grade, I transferred from the local middle school to the county key middle school, but I never met her in the street when I came home sporadically every weekend. Because my parents run a daily department store on the street, they occasionally meet and greet Mr. Liu on the street. After graduating from high school, I went to college in other places, worked part-time in winter and summer vacations, and the days of staying at home became shorter and shorter. I heard from my classmates intermittently that Mr. Liu has transferred to a school in the county, and I don't know which school. Every time I go to the county seat, I hope to meet Mr. Liu, but I have never met him, but I always remember this image in my heart.

Later, I heard from her intermittently, but I never got in touch, let alone met her. One day two years ago, an old classmate met Teacher Liu on the road, asked for her micro-signal, and then gave it to me. I didn't dare to bother Mr. Liu more, just a simple WeChat greeting. There is a good saying, I am afraid of getting the moon first by being close to the water, and I am also cautious when I face Teacher Liu. Nothing more than sending her a blessing before the festival. I sent her a blessing for the first time, and every time after that, I was embarrassed to say that Teacher Liu sent me a blessing first. A few words warmed people's hearts. At this time, we are more than just a teacher-student relationship. Teacher Liu is more like an unforgettable friend of mine. Now Mr. Liu and I will share our favorite songs and books, and we are both silently watching each other's development. When we see them, we will praise them for the first time. I am glad that I met such a teacher who is also a teacher and friend in my childhood, which added childlike innocence and childlike interest to my childhood, enough to make me remember my life.

On the road of life, flowers or thorns are everywhere at every stage. Fortunately, I always meet mentors at every stage. They are like guiding lights on our growing road, warming people's hearts. At work, colleagues around me often call me my bosom sister. When we had a threesome, there must be my teacher. I would also like a mentor like Mr. Liu to light other people's hearts.