Teacher

Thirty years passed, with a flick of a finger. At that time, when I was just in junior high school, I clearly remembered that my history teacher was an old master of HEFA Tongyan who was hired back by the school after retirement. His surname was Wang. I remembered that his voice was very loud and he was very strict with us. Although there were not many history lessons, we were always stared at by Professor Wang, at that time, we were all ignorant teenagers at the age of 12 or 13. We were simple and impulsive, playful and willful. We always thought of ways to do some small tricks in class and make some ideological mistakes. We would run to the playground in groups after class, watching leaves float or birds fly is much more interesting than learning. We don’t know how to repay the hard work of our parents with our academic achievements, let alone that we shoulder the responsibility of a generation to the society, the country and the nation, and it is still fun to go through the day. During the three years of ordinary life with Professor Wang, in his tireless and prudent teaching, no matter in learning methods, but also in the quality of being a man, our behaviors and behaviors have been greatly improved. We have become relatively quiet and our interests have also changed. We have a strong desire to understand everything Unknown. With the increase of knowledge and the passage of time, our soul has been infused with many things of our nation, so many years have passed. Mr. Wang’s face still appears in my mind kindly for a long time. When we have made achievements, his delighted eyes still made me so kind that I was full of reverence for the profession of teaching and educating people all my life. Mr. Wang is already dead. I dreamed of him many times, his excitement and pride, his helplessness and grief, and the most I dreamed of was the glittering tears in his eyes. Thousands of years of Journey to China, the rise and fall of the great country, from his mouth, pour into our naive soul. What impressed him most was his deep and touching feelings for the Chinese nation. Every pride of the ancient civilization made him look high; And those treaties in modern history that were unbearable to recall, he has aroused his indignation for countless times. I remember that when Mr. Wang went to modern history, the corruption and incompetence of Qing government, the unequal treaties that humiliated the country and the invasion of Japanese imperialism, the teachers almost choked and cried when they came to these contents, he even couldn’t bear to convey these shame to our innocent hearts. The teacher’s eyes were shining with tears again and again. Every class was nearly seventy years old, and the gray hair was shining, the tears shocked our souls again and again. The sense of mission of the nation was eternal in our hearts at that moment. I remember reading a sentence that a scientist in our country said: A nation without a sense of nationality is a dangerous nation. Old professor Wang was just an intellectual in the early period of New China, but his patriotism and national sentiment made him face the national humiliation as an ordinary teacher and a group of ignorant students, he infected this group of children with his pure heart, making the sense of national pride and mission urge us to struggle and struggle at the same time, making us understand that only when the people are strong can the country prosper. Thirty years have passed, the students of the old gentleman have already grown up, but our minds still often flash the glittering dim eyesight in the old gentleman’s eyes. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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