Parting

When the mulberry trees under the balcony were hung with new mulberries for the third time, I knew that my three-year postgraduate study was coming to an end. Looking back on the appearance of leaving school after graduation ten years ago, everything still seemed so clear, as if it was just around the corner. At this time ten years later, the scene of that year will be repeated again. The difference is that this time I have added a little more life experience. Imagine how many ten years can life have? This makes me sigh with emotion. Now I am holding a broken pen, how can I express my thanks for my separation! Because for me, these three years are really not easy. Sincerely thank Professor long Wenling, who directly led me. Frankly speaking, for the past three years, my dullness made me still linger at the academic door. Even so, my tutor taught me Dundun, which made me feel ashamed after seven years of teaching. The tutor knew that I had poor skills and bad temper, but he still cultivated me carefully, which required great courage and patience. Determine elective courses, specify the required professional direction bibliography, supervise and inspect the report of reading situation on two Mondays, and lead me to participate in the collection and evaluation work of the Book of Songs, at the end of my graduate school, I set the direction of my graduation thesis and arranged my extracurricular practice courses at the second graduate school. In the aspect of guiding my graduation thesis, my tutor has made great efforts. Because I am too old, I have to consider the severe employment situation, and my energy is scattered. The teacher treats me with understanding and tolerance. From the opening of the topic to the collection of the paper materials, to the layout of chapters, and then to the discussion logic of specific viewpoints, as for the final draft of multiple drafts, the tutor is all careful about the pulse. The tutor was very strict and seemed not to be able to play. After a long time, he asked our fellow disciples to come home and talked about academic topics. To be honest, no matter what kind of weather conditions, I always came out of the tutor’s house with sweat, as a result, I once sat on the bus and looked up at the sky, and couldn’t help giving out innocent, high and blue laments. However, the tutor forbids us to visit outside of academic questions, but shows our kindness and concern. Our disciples always come to the tutor’s home empty-handed, and often bring back snacks or fruits when they come out. At noon on Friday, we often enjoy the free meal provided by the tutor in Xiuxiang garden on the second floor of the college. During the three-year mid-autumn Festival, there is no time that the tutor didn’t give us mooncakes. What the tutor obeys is the reverence for the academic and the tireless spirit of specialized research, which is like a bright moon hanging quietly in the night sky, making me stand up. Perhaps, this superficial discovery may be my biggest gain in the past three years. I sincerely thank teacher Yin Yushan. Teacher Yin was busy with work and family affairs, and she took children alone. However, under such a busy and difficult situation, she took great pains, not only did we replace the tutors who lived far away from school to supervise our “mao shi justice” Reading Conference, but also often put forward detailed amendments to our papers. In the past two years, in general, every Tuesday afternoon, from 3 o’clock to 5 o’clock, our Langlang books were heard in the teaching and research section of ancient literature. Teacher Yin always came with great strides, put down his backpack, took out the heavy commentary on the ten-three classics, spread out the corresponding pages and sat opposite us, listen carefully to the unpunctuated version of mao shi justice that we read in turn. The teacher stopped us occasionally, then explained, and then we continued reading. Teacher Yin was neither angry nor angry, as if he had the appearance of Avalokitesvara, as if he was covered with a layer of holy light. It is not accurate to say thank you to teacher Yin. It is more appropriate to say sorry. I really want to thank teacher Zhai Jian, who prefers Jia Baoyu. He let me know how people should live poetically. Thanks to the tutor Huang quancai, besides his leisurely teaching style, Mr. Huang also let me appreciate the charm of proofreading. Thanks to the tutor Yang Dongfu. Teacher Yang was very serious in the class, shooting the whole classroom like a fan with two searchlights. Teacher Yang seldom smiles, but occasionally, the smile will not exceed two seconds, which can be said to be fleeting. It is said that teacher Yang hardly asked students, but once I heard the teacher talking about satirical drama, was it the reason why I really attended the lecture? I dared to laugh in class, so I was asked. It is a lucky thing for me to count. Thank you, Mr. Zhang Zailin. My Mandarin level was full of embarrassment in front of Mr. Zhang. When teacher Zhang started class, it was my turn to report my name. Teacher Zhang was surprised to listen and couldn’t hear clearly, when I said my name again, teacher Zhang replied, I still couldn’t hear it! Attracted students laugh. Teacher Zhang always gives lessons while typing the keyboard, Occasionally, I wrote some poems and recited them in class, which led me to another realm of poetry. Thank you, teacher Liang Delin, who has a Confucian style. Teacher Liang let me know the difference between appreciation and thesis. During the break, teacher Liang will play some classic songs, sometimes asking us if we listen to them. There will be some students who rap very well, who sings! The teacher was happy, saying that the teacher sang it himself. Thank you, senior Yang Jinhui. We have kept the good habit of walking around the college after dinner for more than two years. Thank you, senior Wang Jinwei, who did things very carefully. Thank you, senior Yue Yunqing and senior Liang Jun, my fellow classmates, senior sister Qi Qingxian, junior brother Xu Feng and Su Jiang, senior sister yuan Qingmei and Chen Jinli. They directly or indirectly helped me finish my three-year postgraduate study. Thank you my lord father. My father was admitted to hospital with cerebral Ridge plug in the middle of August and was discharged from hospital in September. He needed someone to serve him before he could move slightly. My father persuaded me to come to study when I hesitated whether to resign and go to graduate school. I don’t want to say thank God, but now my father can not only take care of himself, but also cook and feed pigs on fire. I firmly believe that this must be related to my father’s experience as a miner for 17 years, otherwise, how to cultivate father’s strong willpower in life? Without my father’s persuasion, encouragement and influence, I would not stick to it until now. Thanks to my mother, she not only gave me body and mind, but also raised my next generation. She was illiterate and could only speak heroic words. She went to a county where Han people lived alone to take care of my children. Thanks to my lover Huang Lingling, I would not come to graduate school without her dedication to my family. Thanks to my son Wei Rongsheng. I came to graduate school when he was two years old. So far, he has never been to the hospital because of illness, which is a miracle. Thanks to my brothers and sisters in my hometown, and to Ms. Yang, Ms. Feng and other kind people who have helped me. 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