Classmate Qingfeng suddenly told me at midnight last night that there is no "field of love" in the world, and I did not understand it. He then told me that Teacher Zhang was gone. what? I was stunned. No way! But the subsequent exchange made me sad, teacher Zhang Aikun really suddenly fell ill and passed away.
I couldn't believe it was true, I couldn't believe those few cold words that came into my eyes. However, everything is true, only painful! My acquaintance with Teacher Zhang Aikun stemmed from my love of literature and held hands with my classmate Qingfeng. Like-minded people are all confirming the practical significance of "why should we have known each other when we met", and we also feel that we hate each other. Teacher Zhang Aikun is an excellent teacher at Pizhou Canal Primary School, we are peers, and we have too many common languages and common topics with each other. In his busy schedule, he also built a public account "The Field of Love" with literature and education as the theme, taking love as the foundation, writing a better life, expressing educational emotions, etc. The establishment of this platform poured out the blood and sweat of Teacher Zhang. As a teacher, he has a proven track record of teaching, and although he is young, he has a reputation for his achievements. In the public account of "Love Field", he has published many excellent literary and teaching works, and he himself is also a pioneer, publishing a lot of life insights, life essays, and the literary style is also amazing. Teacher Zhang and I usually don't have much contact, we are busy with work, and it is inconvenient to disturb each other. Sometimes I wrote some essays and sent them to him for publication in "The Field of Love". He was a very humble man, and every time I sent him a clumsy gesture, he always sent words of shame or thanks as long as it was a little polite. Simple words such as "Learn from each other, don't be polite" made me feel more cordial and warm. Teacher Zhang Aikun is young, much younger than me, and every time he calls me a teacher, after posting, he also praises me. I'm deeply ashamed, I'm just a literature lover, I like to code words in my spare time, I am really ashamed of praise. Learning from each other and making progress together is the best responsibility.
I am particularly ashamed to say that I have known Teacher Zhang Aikun for nearly three years, and he and I have not met him. On weekdays, it is All WeChat communication, and the circle of friends likes each other. From the usual interactions, I felt his sunshine, cheerfulness and enthusiasm, he is a person who especially loves life, especially positive and uplifting. Seriously, I have long wanted to invite him to a party and tell me about the encounter. They invited each other, at the beginning of the Year of the Tiger, but they have not been able to fulfill their wishes. Admittedly, too many objective reasons now seem pale. I remember that once their unit held a drill activity, I happened to pass by the door, originally planned to send him a WeChat greeting, but later afraid of disturbing him, I did not. Just go home at night to give him a message, I didn't expect it to be the last...
Sometimes I think that life is such a trip, and too many accidents will always appear around. Too many ifs, too many ifs, too many unexpected, too many why not, they always meet unexpectedly, and sometimes they make us feel pain.
A mentor and friend who has never met - Teacher Zhang Aikun, all the way! May the road to heaven be well cared for.
Condolences!