Teacher Chen, these days when you left, I tried my best to paralyze myself in my busy work and did not dare to think about you. I cried for half the night last night, and this morning's three-hour meeting was exhausted by noon. Lying on the sofa ready to sleep for a while, as soon as you relax, your humble and smiling face appears again, tears rush out of your eyes at once, hug the sofa cushion, curl up, sobbing, and then crying...
Teacher Chen, at this moment, I am a lonely boat that has lost its lighthouse, fluttering in the darkness, endless loneliness.
The lighthouse I look up to
When I was still an editor at China National Geographic, I fell in love with Tibetan culture, and as my love grew stronger, I simply got a job in Tibet and moved to Lhasa. During my time in Lhasa, I would go to the bookstore every week, buy almost all the Chinese books involving Tibetan culture in the store, and read them carefully. Among the authors I know well, many tomes and history books, works or compilations will have the name "Chen Qingying". At that time, I was just a small lonely boat swimming in the ocean of Tibetan culture, and the resounding names in the books were all beacons of lighthouses that I looked up to, and I continued to draw nourishment from their writings. In addition to reading books on weekdays, I would carry my camera around and do fieldwork, and in the past few years, I had published several monographs on Tibetan culture from the perspective of humanities.
In October 2007, out of my extreme love for Tibetan culture, I was willing to work as an external personnel in the Preparatory Office of the Museum of Tibetan Culture, an institution under the China Tibetology Research Center, to be responsible for the museum's publicity, copywriting and other contents, one of the most important of which was to compile the museum's opening exhibition album "Snow Treasure Book". This is the most rigorous task I have ever received since I began working in writing. The editorial board is composed of more than a dozen authoritative experts from the Tibetan Research Center, the National Museum, the Capital Museum, the Palace Museum and other institutions, and every time the album manuscript progresses to a stage, an editorial committee will be held, and everyone will write and revise the introduction of the exhibition and the explanatory words of each exhibit word by word. I'm the writer, and I carefully record the opinions of the experts in every meeting.
It was in this work that I met Teacher Chen Qingying. At that time, Professor Chen had retired from the Tibetan Research Center, but he was still in charge of major national projects, so he continued to work in the center, and he was one of the experts of our editorial board. What impressed me the most was a scene that would occur in many meetings, where experts often argued about an issue, each with its own opinions, each of which was justified, resulting in my pen as the author hanging in the air. Whenever the debate reached the point where everyone was silent, Zhang Chunyan, director of our museum preparatory office, would ask Teacher Chen's opinion, and the eyes of the crowd gathered on Teacher Chen, and Teacher Chen was always smiling, holding the thick stack of manuscripts in his hand, approaching his highly myopic eyes, and gently and humbly saying: "Is this good or not..." As soon as Teacher Chen's suggestion came out, I saw everyone's happy and convincing expression, and I knew that I could write down. What makes me even more admirable is that our exhibit description is composed of Three Languages: Chinese, Tibetan and English, and Teacher Chen can not only give authoritative guidance in Chinese and Tibetan, but also solve difficult problems in English. After three years, our album was finally released in 2010, just before the museum opened.
The picture shows Teacher Chen Qingying working in 2010. Photo by Chen Dan
Humble gentleman
At that time, the interaction with Teacher Chen was limited to listening to his opinions at each expert meeting, and there was no other intersection. In order to develop my career and give full play to my personal talents, the museum leaders at that time did their best to transfer me to the Tibetan Research Institute. Among the various procedures, there is a link for several referees to sign. When I found Teacher Chen, although Teacher Chen was not familiar with me, I still signed it. It is not easy to meet good bosses and kind recommenders, and although it was not successful in the end, I am still very grateful to them. It was a bumpy part of my career, and financial constraints, unfriendly rumors, and poor health made me question my choice to work here.
On December 18, 2009, the symposium on the 20th anniversary of the founding of China Tibet Magazine was held, and as a long-term contributor to the magazine, especially the columnist of the English version, I was invited by Zhou Aiming, the editor-in-chief of the English edition at the time, on behalf of the magazine, and hoped that I would speak as a representative of the author. Because of the exchange of many manuscripts over the years and many manuscripts before, I have already formed a deep friendship with her, and in addition to urging me to submit manuscripts every month, she also cares about other aspects of me like a sister. I am not good at speaking on behalf of the author, especially on such a grand occasion with multiple ministerial leaders in attendance, I am even more afraid of the stage. But out of the return of love for Sister Zhou, I still prepared hard.
Unexpectedly, that anxious day turned out to be a critical moment in the light of my life.
When the leader's speech was almost over, Sister Zhou pulled me out of the back row of the crowd and led me to the first row of seats on the side of the rostrum, saying, Get ready to prepare, the expert representative will finish speaking. I looked at the expert representative at the same table, it was Teacher Chen! There is a sense of solid warmth in my heart. Sister Zhou smiled and said to Teacher Chen, Teacher Chen, Adam wants to study for a doctorate in Tibetan studies, let her take your doctorate! She would be a good student. Sister Zhou is very familiar with Teacher Chen, but her sudden recommendation at such a hasty time makes me a little cramped, after all, Teacher Chen is a university I have looked up to for a long time, and he was also a doctoral supervisor of the Central University for Nationalities and Southwest University for Nationalities. We sat down in trepidation, and in the short time before speaking, we briefly exchanged words. Teacher Chen said, tomorrow when you are free, you will come to my office, and we will talk in detail.
The next day, with one of my own books, I knocked on the door of Teacher Chen's office. Asked in detail about my major, past fieldwork, published works, and direction of interest, Teacher Chen said: "Most of my research is based on ancient books and historical materials, and I need to have a good foundation in Tibetan. But you have accumulated and enthusiasm in Tibetan culture, especially in art, and you can focus on this field and go deeper. Let me recommend a more suitable mentor to you! In front of me, Teacher Chen called Teacher Danzhu Angben, then deputy director of the Nationalities Committee, recommended me, and then helped me make an appointment to visit, and gave me two boxes of tea leaves, so that he gave them to Teacher Angben when I met. Finally, he took out two of his collections of papers, signed "Chen Dan Classmate Huizheng", and gave them to me. During the whole process, Teacher Chen's sincerity, humility and thoughtfulness made me feel like a spring breeze and recognize the style of a humble gentleman.
Later, I missed the doctoral study of the Central University of Minzu with a difference of 7 points, but my friendship with Teacher Chen became deeper and deeper.
Family-like warmth
At the beginning, I encountered some difficulties in compiling an album, and I would go to ask Teacher Chen in person, and later, when I was worried and tired at work, I also wanted to see him. As long as Teacher Chen is in the office, he will definitely say "come"! I immediately grabbed a bag of peanuts or biscuits, two bags of coffee, and rushed from the south of the fourth floor to the east side of the third floor.
Teacher Chen's office can be said to be a small library, because all the walls are bookcases, and the bookcases are stuffed with books. What is full? That is, the vertical space is completely occupied, and then the book is placed horizontally, and the limited space between the upper edge of the book and the partition is also filled. The bookcase could not be put down, and all the desks, sofas, and chairs in the office were occupied and stacked high. Teacher Chen, who is highly myopic, is always stuck in the pile of books, and the writing and eyes are very close, so that when I push open the door, I often can't see anyone, and I have to walk into the continuous mountain of books to find the bright head and his characteristic pair of big ears. Then we pushed aside a pile of books on the coffee table, cleared out space for two cups and a pack of snacks, and chatted while eating and drinking. Every time I talk a lot, Teacher Chen listens with a gentle smile, gives me an answer at the right time, or enlightens me to tell me his thoughts, and sometimes, we also talk about gossip.
Once, Teacher Chen helped our museum identify an ancient seal, telling the temple to which the badge belonged and the history involved in its use. My eyes lit up, and I suddenly remembered that I had also bought a few seals on Barkhor Street, so I asked Teacher Chen to also help me identify and identify, and Teacher Chen looked at me happily and said, "Well, take a look at it, if it is a real old seal, we will get rich!" The next day, I rushed to take the seals bought from the stalls, Teacher Chen carefully identified each one, and then turned out a pamphlet to compare for half a day, and finally smiled and said: "None of them are right, these people are not serious about fraud, none of them really have, our dream of getting rich is shattered!" I pouted in disappointment, then finished eating our snacks and coffee and went back to work on the fourth floor. Many years later, I told This matter to Sister Zhou as a joke, and Sister Zhou looked at me sympathetically: "Teacher Chen used his generosity and humor to protect your naivety"... I froze awkwardly, and the cultivation and bosom of a humble gentleman melted into his treatment without a trace. On the other hand, at that time, I actually had a kind of ease and dependence on Teacher Chen that could only be found in my family.
Each time for 20 minutes, after drinking coffee and eating half a bag of snacks, I was resurrected with blood and went back to work. This kind of chat has become the most effective way to recharge my hard work. Sometimes, at lunchtime, Teacher Chen would take me and Ziling to a snack at a nearby restaurant, and Ziling was also a colleague of Teacher Chen's family, and we used to go to Chengde to investigate and play together, talk together, and sometimes invited to go to Teacher Chen's house for dinner. Teacher Chen carefully remembers the small potatoes and steamed buns that I love to eat, and every time I meet them, they will buy them for me. Most of the people in charge of the family are Teacher Chen's daughter-in-law Yongqiong, a tall and virtuous northwestern woman. Teacher Chen's son, Chen Lijian, often arrives home later than us, sometimes to buy vegetables, and sometimes to play basketball in the yard. I was worried about the publication and distribution of my sixth book, Snow Heavenly Works, when Chen Lijian was working at the Tibetan Studies Publishing House and helped me. Teacher Chen would occasionally mention his wife, but at that time, her wife had passed away, and I knew that it was a sad topic, so I never touched it. Teacher Chen's daughter Xiaohua taught in the Tibetan People's Academy and later went to Xiamen University to study for a doctorate in religious studies, during which time I also visited her in Xiamen. We see each other relatively few times, but every time we come back, we talk a lot.
Teacher Chen's family, with the same character as him, gave me the feeling of home in the years when I lived alone in Beijing, like a warm sunshine, warming my depressing and difficult journey.
In those years, every Chinese New Year's Eve night, if I didn't go back to my hometown or go abroad, I would go to Teacher Chen's house and celebrate the New Year with them. This frequent and cordial exchange lasted for many years, even after I left the Tibetan Research Center. One year, two days before Chinese New Year's Eve, I sent a message to Teacher Chen, "Are you at home during the Spring Festival?" I'll go to your house for the New Year! "The teacher replied that he had left Beijing a few days ago and was going to walk around With Xiaohua in Xiamen during the Spring Festival this year." Oh, then I wish you a Happy Spring Festival in advance! "After replying to the message, I fell into loss and loneliness. However, from that day until the end of the entire Spring Festival holiday, I would receive a number of pictures from Teacher Chen every day, including a group photo of him and Xiaohua, as well as photos of the attractions they had wandered around, plus some simple information, every day a lot. I know that the teachers are worried about me and worry that I will be alone in the New Year, so they have been sharing their journey with me.
Recalling these warm drops, the tears once again wet the eyes.
The picture shows teacher Chen Qingying taking a photo during the investigation of Wendu Grand Temple in Qinghai Photo: Jiang Liping
The great gentleman of the Tibetan academic community
In early 2013, I left the Tibetan Research Center to work in the official media of the Boao Forum for Asia, but in the meantime, two books on Tibetan culture and art were in the process of being published, and as soon as I encountered problems, I ran to Teacher Chen's house. Teacher Chen is proficient in Tibetan and ancient Tibetan, and also knows Sanskrit and Basipa, and can recognize various mantras and Tibetan seed characters. In the process of writing a manuscript about the "rubbing" of mold stripping clay sculpture, I found that some ancient rubbings had spells or special symbols on them, which hid a lot of information that I could not know, so I took all the information pictures to find Teacher Chen. In the face of those vague or mutilated, or even wrong text information, Teacher Chen's eyes are very close, trying to help me identify each text, and then solve the historical and cultural mystery after each erased image. Once he also helped me deduce the producer of the rub from the drop of a text rub, tell me the identity and experience of this person, and remind me that this rub alone can write a paper... This opened my eyes to only the interpretation of the image, and I was extremely impressed, it turned out that the knowledge could be done so deeply! Mr. Chen's guidance and help to me continued until the publication of my 12th book.
After two years, Teacher Chen's national project ended, and he left Beijing and moved to Qionglai, next to Chengdu, to settle down. Two years later, in the spring of 2017, I also left Beijing, where I had lived for 19 years, to work for a non-profit organization in Hong Kong. I have less and less opportunities to meet with Teacher Chen, but because I have been writing books on Tibetan culture and column articles on the China Tibet Network, my questions and answers with Teacher Chen have never stopped. As Sister Zhou said, Teacher Chen is a living dictionary, and any question can be answered from him. Sometimes when I ask mr. Chen about the areas that Mr. Chen is not good at, he will say that he has not studied this aspect and is not very sure, but he will help me consult relevant experts and then reply to me. It is precisely because of this rigor that Teacher Chen has always been my problem solver, and when I consult materials and ask others for accurate answers, Teacher Chen must be my last killer.
Not only for me, Teacher Chen is such a responsive person to all seekers, tireless and unreserved. To be so profound and rigorous in learning, and to be so humble and peaceful for people, it is really a great gentleman in the field of Tibetan studies!
Threat of disease
We often communicate with each other on WeChat, and when there is nothing to do, Teacher Chen often sends information related to Tibetan culture to share with me. Even so, I still miss him very much, his legs are not very good, the climate in Sichuan is humid, I don't know if his leg disease will worsen; there are not so many students and peers around, I don't know if he will feel lonely; I don't know if he can adapt to the winter without heating... In 2018, I settled in Kunming. Before the Spring Festival, I decided to go to Qionglai to see Teacher Chen, and Xiaohua was also there that time, and we stayed happily together for a few hours. Seeing that he was taken care of by Sister Jiang and accompanied by Xiaohua every holiday, I was also relieved. Silently decided that in the future, I would come to visit Teacher Chen at least once a year.
In the summer of 2019, when I went, I happened to encounter Teacher Chen's leg attack, Sister Jiang was waiting for us in the restaurant, I helped Teacher Chen to walk slowly, maybe only one kilometer, but we walked for a long time. At that time, I was a little worried about his health. Sure enough, that "leg disease" is actually a precursor to cerebral thrombosis. Back in Kunming a few days, I encountered a question about the historical time node when writing a column, dozens of materials are different, so I sent WeChat as usual to consult Teacher Chen, the result is that the reply received is two photos of Teacher Chen lying on the hospital bed, and there is a text: "The teacher is sick, in a few days better to reply to you", this message may be Jiang Jie's reply. Looking at Teacher Chen's haggard appearance and thin body in the photo, in an instant, my tears rolled down in large pieces, and my heart was anxious and painful... At that moment, I realized how important Teacher Chen was in my heart! As a result, there was no "a few days", and in less than half an hour, I received a reply from Teacher Chen himself and helped me answer the question. I couldn't bear to disturb him again, and then I had been cautious, and only two or three days later did I dare to greet him. After that cerebral thrombosis, Teacher Chen's health was a huge threat.
In June, before I went to Tibet to volunteer, I made a special transfer in Chengdu to see Teacher Chen. That day, Teacher Chen wore a dark red T-shirt with a pattern, his face was rosy, and he was in good shape. But not long after, in October, Teacher Chen returned to Xining and was admitted to the Provincial Tibetan Hospital for recuperation. Tosinin's good friend Xi Ran went to see Teacher Chen for me, and Xi Ran was pleased, saying that Teacher Chen was a scholar who was very recognized and respected by their Tibetan scholars, and that there was something he was willing to do in Xining. I proudly told him that when I chatted with tibetologists and collectors at home and abroad, including the directors of world-famous museums, when I mentioned Mr. Chen, the other party would be in awe. Character and scholarship have reached such a high level of great virtue, and there are very few corners in the world, it is a great blessing that I can meet and be loved.
Heartbreaking beauty
In 2021, the epidemic is still the same, I still greet Teacher Chen at both ends for three days, but no matter how I ask, he only calmly talks about the current situation and rationally explains the symptoms, never says his pain, but also shares his favorite information with me every three or five minutes. Beginning in April, his blood vessels from his right lower brain to his left brain were blocked and almost infarctioned, and he did cardiovascular stenting in Qionglai; in June, he went to Beijing 301 Hospital. At that time, I happened to be in Shangri-La to do an interview for the "Tibetan Human Geography" magazine, and I specially asked the editor-in-chief Gyatso La to help contact Dr. Tenzin in Lhasa, a famous Tibetan doctor who was skilled in medicine, and said that he would go to Dr. Tenzin to see the disease after Teacher Chen returned to Chengdu. As soon as the interview was over, I rushed back to Beijing to visit Teacher Chen, and I could not enter the ward for the reasons of the epidemic, and in the courtyard of the 301 Hospital, I saw Teacher Chen in a wheelchair. Crouching down, holding the teacher's thin arm, teacher Zhang Chaoyin, who came to visit, took a group photo for us. The next day, Teacher Chen also asked me for those two photos, one of which, Teacher Chen turned his head and looked at me lovingly. My heart was shattered.
At the end of November, I suddenly received a message from Sister Jiang, asking me how the weather was in Kunming, saying that Teacher Chen was in a very bad condition, thinking that Qionglai was too wet and cold, and wanted to find a warm place to recuperate. At that time, the maximum temperature in Kunming during the day was still about 20 degrees, and there was sun almost every day, which I thought was a very comfortable place. Happy to say that you guys are coming! No need to rent elsewhere, just I have a set of empty houses for sale, the whole house is equipped with floor heating, daily necessities are available, you can live as long as you want... As soon as the voice message passed, Teacher Chen's phone call came, and his voice was weak but joyful: "If you have floor heating, you will be comfortable, okay, go to Kunming, and live with you." "I danced with excitement and quickly made a list of furniture and necessities. In fact, the house was empty, and all the furniture had been removed. However, Teacher Chen is coming, it is great news, and I will immediately buy everything for them!
In the next three days, good friends from Yunnan came to help, and Sister Hua helped me buy beds and hangers; we went to buy all the kitchen utensils and a full set of bedding, worried about Teacher Chen's cold, and added an extra bed of electric blankets; Zhao Lin sent a sofa, desk, dining table and chairs; I took care of the garden again; took a lot of food to put in the cupboard; found workers to install curtains and do cleaning; opened the floor heating and grilling room... The night I did all this, I sat quietly in the living room alone, turned off the lights, and reminisced about New Year's Day 2019. At that time I was still living here, Sister Zhou came to see me, she lay on her feet on the warm and baked floor, dialed Teacher Chen's mobile phone, turned on hands-free, the three of us chatted for more than an hour, she said Adam is really good here, Teacher Chen you also moved to Kunming! When I retire, we will be neighbors, and we can also work on projects together, and when we have time, we can do fields again... I blossomed on the sidelines. Thinking back on that scene, I actually smirked in the darkness, which may be the beauty I was most looking forward to.
One last time together
At this moment, I received a message from Teacher Chen: "We will drive early tomorrow morning and arrive in the evening." ”
Got a good night's sleep. The next morning at 9 a.m. I received a message: "We arrived in Panzhihua, about two o'clock in the afternoon." "How can it be so fast? More than 800 kilometers! I felt strange in my heart. But as Teacher Chen got closer and closer, I became more and more excited. Before two o'clock arrived, I saw them at the entrance of the community, Sister Jiang was driving a white SUV, and Teacher Chen was half lying on the co-driver. When I helped Teacher Chen get out of the car, I found that he was pale, his face was swollen, and he was extremely weak. It turned out that they had set off from Qionglai at two o'clock in the morning and had an all-night drive, so they arrived at two o'clock in the afternoon. Teacher Chen could not get out of the car to walk by herself, Sister Jiang took the wheelchair from the trunk and put it on, carried Teacher Chen to a chair, entered the house and carried him to the bed, covered the quilt, and Teacher Chen slept. Closing the door and helping Sister Jiang clean up in the living room, I forced myself to hold back tears, teacher Chen's current state was weaker than ever. Sister Jiang said that this has been the case for the past two months. I said why are you leaving in the middle of the night?" Sister Jiang said that I was an acute child, decided to do things immediately, I couldn't sleep at night, so I simply set off, teacher Chen was afraid of my fatigue on the road, and did not dare to sleep, and kept talking to me... I remembered the message that Teacher Chen gave me before: "In order to take care of me, your Sister Jiang is really hard..." Yes, thanks to Sister Jiang all these years, accompanied by Teacher Chen, who is suffering from a lot of pain.
In the next few days, Teacher Chen has been feeling cold, the room is warm to 30 degrees, Sister Jiang and I are wearing short sleeves, Teacher Chen is wearing thick clothes, covered with blankets, half lying on the sofa, still shouting cold. I touched his hand, and sure enough it was cold, "I'll cover you!" "Holding Teacher Chen's thin hand, the cool air is quiet, 10 minutes have passed, there is no trace of warmth, my heart is secretly sad. Go back at night and cry silently—the teacher's energy has been exhausted.
At the end of November 2021, Teacher Chen Qingying was at the Dianchi Dam, which was his last trip to Kunming. Photo by Chen Dan
After two days of cultivation, Teacher Chen was in a slightly better state, and Sister Jiang pushed him out to bask in the sun in the community and went to Cuihu Lake. We went to the Dianchi Dam together, and when there were the most seagulls, a sheet of red-billed gulls, spreading their white wings, swept over their heads in a dense way, and Teacher Chen smiled happily.
That night, Sister Jiang made a few dishes, and we poured wine and poured a cup of tea for Teacher Chen, and everyone was very happy. I talked a lot with Teacher Chen about those people we worked with at the Tibetan Research Center, mutual friends, and some academic issues. I was amazed by Mr. Chen's strong memory, he remembers almost all the characters, times, and places, and can tell the complete course and details of the event. Talking about my embarrassment in Tibetan Studies at that time, I asked Teacher Chen, why do you believe me when rumors are all over the place? Teacher Chen smiled: "I know those bluffs, and I can also see your qualities." "I was moved to tears and admired Teacher Chen's wisdom. If those twists and turns and sufferings at that time were exchanged for such a family-like teacher, I have no regrets.
On the fifth day, due to Teacher Chen's extreme coldness, they still felt cold in Kunming, and they proposed to move to a warm place. I helped them contact HuiMin in Sanya, Huimin was my colleague when I worked at the Boao Forum for Asia, she also participated in the public welfare projects I did later, very intimate and capable, she and her parents opened a homestay in Sanya, entrusted Teacher Chen to her, I am very relieved. When I said goodbye to Teacher Chen at the airport, I crouched in a wheelchair and took his hand, tears pouring out without controversy, because I was particularly afraid in my heart, afraid of separation, and I didn't know when I would see him again.
The light that illuminated my life was extinguished
Hainan climate is good, people are also comfortable, Sister Jiang sent a video, Teacher Chen is in a good state, took off the heavy winter clothes, the puffiness on the face also subsided, smiling in the sun and breeze. But half a month later, Sister Jiang's mother was seriously ill, and they hurried back to Qionglai. Hui Min anxiously sent me a message, saying that the journey was not good for the teacher's health, I sighed heavily, and Sister Jiang must also be embarrassed, which was really a helpless thing.
During the Spring Festival, I went to Sanya to meet Huimin, and we also sent a group photo and greetings to Teacher Chen, feeling that everything was normal. Under the epidemic situation one after another, because I traveled everywhere and ran several cities, I did not dare to visit Teacher Chen immediately, and returned to Kunming at the end of March, planning to stay at home for a while to make sure that it was safe, and then go to Qionglai. On April 8th, I sent a greeting message, did not receive a reply, a little confused, and thought about sending it again in two days. Unexpectedly, there was no premonition at all, on April 11th, the bad news came, and Teacher Chen had a cardiac arrest. Listening to Xiaohua crying on the other end of the phone, my phone dropped... Without picking it up, he froze, and a bloody mess came up from his chest cavity, stuck in his throat, and collapsed on the couch, curled up in a mess, trembling all over his body.
It is difficult to accept, for more than ten years, Teacher Chen has been like my warm and generous family, at any time as long as I have a phone call, I will hear that gentle voice, wise language, and the humble smile will be projected in my mind... From today on, these will no longer be there, and everything will become a memory.
As flesh and blood, there is only one way to return. I know that in the past two years, Teacher Chen has been deeply tormented by illness, and we have watched the pain, but no one can replace his suffering, and now that he is gone, his flesh will no longer drag him down. The teacher's thoughts, virtues, and learning have influenced many people, and the great works he left behind have laid a solid foundation for the study of Tibetan studies by later generations. He is a banner figure that will forever be erected in the Field of Tibetan Studies in China.
I want to write too much, and every bit of interaction with Teacher Chen is accompanied by a kind of reassuring warmth, the generosity of other people's character and the profundity and breadth of learning, which makes everyone who has come into contact with him marvel. How deep the love is, how much pain there is, this article I wrote for nearly ten days, as long as a memory, will experience a warm and sad alternate process, and finally can't help crying. The light that once illuminated my life was extinguished; the most down-to-earth and warmest harbor in the depths of my heart was gone; the teacher I respected most and dearest flew away.
Teacher Chen, I know that you will look back at my sorrows and joys in heaven and will become my indelible memory. Deeply grateful, grateful for the help you have helped me over the past ten years, grateful for the fatherly warmth you have given me, grateful for this life - the privilege of meeting you. (China Tibet Network Special Writer / Chen Dan)
The picture shows the author and teacher Chen Qingying taking a group photo in Dianchi, Kunming in December 2021