Born like a summer flower, dead like an autumn leaf
——Tribute to Teacher Ma Xintang
Song Yu
Slowly the way of life
How much dust we haven't left behind
In the middle of a sea of people
How many fates we have passed by
Everyone is like this
The ephemera of heaven and earth is one of the millets of the sea
Come and go in a hurry
One morning, I looked through the circle of friends
I saw the obituary about Teacher Ma Xintang
The back can't help but feel cold and sad
Last second
I'm still canvassing for my own work
I am still thanking my relatives and friends for their likes
The next second
The Heavenly Man will never pass away from the Crane Immortal
No longer nostalgic for the warmth and cold of the world
Teacher Ma's sudden departure
It overshadowed Tianshui's literary world
In the special period of epidemic prevention and control
A decent funeral could not be held
Everyone shed tears of sadness
One after another, they wrote eulogies with pens
Published in Qinzhou Micro-Journal and Xitri Wenyuan
I met Ms. Ma through her article
The pen is full of charity and tireless
She was a hard-working student
She was a teacher in the world of Peach and Lee
She was a hard-working author
She was the wife of a scholar
She was an elegant and virtuous mother
She was once a humble relative and friend
……
All the praises pale
Gone, really gone
There is no more Teacher Ma Xintang in the world
As much as she loves the "log cabin"
Quietly warmed the host
It was cold and I wish she wasn't afraid
Those piping hot words will glow
To borrow a quote from a famous artist:
May The Horse Teacher
"Born as the splendor of a summer flower,
The quiet beauty of autumn leaves! ”
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