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Everyone has their own teacher, and there is an inseparable friendship with each teacher.
Do you remember your mentor?
On Teacher's Day, they use memories to open a nostalgia for their mentor, full of "memory killing", who do you think of?
Not taking a photo with the teacher is Fu Liqi's regret
I can always remember how he looked in his soaked pants
Narrator: Fu Liqi
Work unit: Daqing People's Hospital
In this life, there will be many teachers. There is always one who we will never forget, just like my high school homeroom teacher, Mr. Lang Jiade.
At that time, I was studying at Zhaodong No. 1 Middle School, and most of our students came from rural areas, and only a few students came from the city. Students from rural areas can live in school, and schools can eat pasta twice a week to improve their diet, and most of the time the staple food is cornmeal flatbread and polenta.
Teacher Lang is not tall, thin, there are 3 children in the family, and the family situation is not good. Every day after work, he would drop the children at home, and then come to school to watch over us for evening self-study, and occasionally bring some pasta for the students living on campus.
At that time, teachers would visit their homes during winter and summer vacations. My home is not rural, but the road to school is not close, it takes half an hour to ride a bicycle, it snows in winter and rains heavily in summer, so the road to school is very difficult. And the round trip has to pass through a cemetery, and when the night is dark and the wind is high, only the courage to pedal the bicycle desperately. After the teacher understood my situation, he took the initiative to find the relevant department of the school for special approval and helped me complete the procedures for living in school.
During the summer vacation of my freshman year of high school, I was stuck at home because of heavy flooding. At that time, there was no mobile phone, and there was no contact with the outside world completely. There is no food at home, and people can't go out. The teacher found that I had not arrived at school, and after knowing the reason, he took a few male students in the class, picked a lot of vegetables from his house, and rode his bicycle to my house. Because the water was too big for the bike to pass, he pulled up his trouser legs, carried the food, and waded all the way to my house.
When I saw him, his clothes and pants were wet. At that time, I may not have felt much because I was still young, and I couldn't help but laugh when I saw his appearance.
Now that several years have passed, I can't sleep every night, and when I think back to my high school days, I can always think of his soaked clothes and pants, and the corners of my eyes will be soaked with tears.
Now that Mr. Lang has passed away, my biggest regret is that there is not a single photo with him. However, his appearance, his smile, has always been clearly engraved in my mind.
Every Teachers' Day, this feeling becomes stronger.
Three years of high school, more than a thousand days and nights of companionship, this memory, unforgettable!
A group photo of Yan Ligong and his teacher (left).
"Steamed pork ribs", the warm taste of youth
Narrator: Yan Ligong
Work unit: Traffic Police Detachment of Daqing Public Security Bureau
Memories, there are always moments, can warm a person's entire life.
The youth of those years of chasing dreams seems to have passed away with the wind, but in fact, it has long been engraved into eternity in memory. Just like my high school years and high school teacher Zhang Zhongliang.
I attended high school at Tailai County Avant-garde Middle School, a key high school in the provincial judicial system, and the teachers were all people's police.
Ms. Zhang is our homeroom teacher and teaches mathematics. His hometown is in Anhui, wearing a handsome police uniform and speaking mathematics with a southern accent, which is a very chic scenery. His words criticizing us still echoed in our ears: "Xiaohai, how can you go back to the four niches!" Translated as, kid, what's going on!
In our memory, Teacher Zhang can do anything.
He not only taught well, but also practiced well. At that time, whoever in the class had a broken watch, he helped repair it. The tool for repairing the watch is placed in the office, it is the kind of thing like a monocular, buttoned to the eye, like magic, three clicks or two times the watch is repaired.
In addition to the good repair of the watch, Mr. Zhang is also very good at cooking. As soon as we couldn't go home during the holidays, he took us to his house and made us steamed ribs. That was the warmest taste in my youth memory, and now every time I see "steamed pork ribs", I can't help but think of Teacher Zhang.
We are far from home, most of us live on campus, who has a headache and brain fever, it is Teacher Zhang who leads us to the hospital, and we are busy back and forth.
Whoever has a decline in math performance in the class, Teacher Zhang will take the initiative to use his break time to "open a small stove".
During the college entrance examination, he helped us fill in the volunteer and plan for the future...
Teacher Zhang, also teacher, friend, father.
We like him, his extraordinary conversation in class, his firm steps in class, and his concentration when thinking, and his ambitions. I have imagined countless times that one day I will also put on a police uniform and become his appearance.
It was his edification that made me fall in love with the profession of a police officer!
Thanksgiving to meet and grateful to Teacher Zhang.
Use your own light to illuminate your child's path
Narrator: Liu Yuhong
Work unit: Daqing Lianghu School
"When I grow up, I will become you, only to know that in that classroom, it is hope that is released, and it is always you who guards the nest..." Whenever I sing this song with my students, I always see the picture of Teacher Cong Guofang in class in front of me - smiling face, beautiful chalk writing, fluent Mandarin.
I could sing this song when I was in elementary school. The song sounded, and in the leisurely song, a seed was planted in my heart - when I grow up, I will also be a good teacher.
In my memory, Mr. Cong's watery eyes had a pair of square-framed glasses on them, and behind his serious face was a heart that loved his children. Late at night, she was alone and kept grading our homework; It was cold, and seeing that some classmates were thinly dressed, they immediately walked over and asked: "Child, is it cold?" Do you want to wear the teacher's clothes?"
The love of the teacher is planted in our hearts, silently taking root and germinating...
Time flew by, and at the age of 23, I finally got my wish and became a people's teacher, fulfilling my childhood dream.
Standing on the coveted podium, caressing the clean and tidy lectern, Teacher Cong's appearance once again appeared in front of my eyes.
I followed her example, rooted myself in the fertile soil of education, always regarded "who to cultivate and how to cultivate people" as a topic of lifelong exploration, based on the establishment and cultivation of students' basic knowledge and moral character, led my children to participate in the "Tiangong Classroom" on behalf of the three eastern provinces, and stimulated students' enthusiasm for knowledge; Accompany the children to learn, make trouble, play together, laugh together...
Thank you, teacher! Let me meet you like light and give me the way forward.
To you, I am inheritance and hope; For me, you are the original dream and the role model.
Now, I also want to use my own light to illuminate the children's future and learn from you.
Group photo of Tian Lin and teacher (right).
Big-eyed teacher who accompanied me in the hard season
Narrator: Tian Lin
School: Harbin Normal University
In the past few days, our freshman military training, dragging our tired body back to the dormitory every day, lying on the bed, when taking out the mobile phone, I involuntarily want to chat with "Sister Nan". See what she's up to, if there's a new student...
"Sister Nan" is called Jiang Nan, and she is my media teacher. In my impression, her big eyes resemble stars reflected in a stream. When the stars don't blink, they stand there like a Barbie doll in a shop window.
Sister Nan is not much older than us, and saying that she is a teacher is actually more like a friend.
She will hand us milk tea and cake when we are tired of studying; We would also talk about her youth and her fun stories about her school when we were slacking.
I can't forget her penetrating voice, as beautiful as heaven; I can't forget when I went to the foreign school exam, she gave me a styling look; I can't forget the way she cried when we sent her blessings at her wedding...
Now I am admitted to Harbin Normal University majoring in radio and television editing, and I came to Harbin from Daqing to study, which is not far away, but it is the beginning of a new journey.
"The mountains are high and the waters are long and the time is over, but only my master's grace is long and the sun and the moon are long." I can't forget the company of Sister Nan when I fought hard that season.
Sister Nan, happy holidays!
Teacher Gao, the student missed you
Narrator: Ma Zixuan
School: Daqing No. 69 Middle School
I am now a junior high school student, and my elementary school years have come to an end this summer of 2023.
I attended Rand School in elementary school, and my homeroom teacher was Gao Xue. She is a teacher who never criticizes us harshly, but we all awe us.
When we didn't listen carefully, she would sneak up behind us and pat us on the shoulder; When we don't finish our homework on time, she will call us into the office, patiently ask why, and send words of encouragement; When we are naughty, one look from her is enough for us to understand everything...
Group photo of Ma Zixuan and teacher (left).
All this time, I felt like I was a child and didn't grow up. It wasn't until the day of the graduation ceremony, when the teacher gave each of us a cup with a cartoon avatar of our own design, and when we turned around and cried, I felt like I had grown up.
Because I felt the taste of parting, it was sad, so sad that each of us cried.
Teacher Gao said that parting is not the end, but the beginning of another journey of chasing our dreams.
I remembered it, I silently put it in my bag, and turned it into a force that motivates me to move forward.
Teacher Gao, it's another year of Teachers' Day, can't spend it with you, happy holidays, I miss you!
Remembering, carrying people far away is a paving stone along the way. Under the rendering of time, we all painted our own colors.
This memory of the teacher is the most colorful and will never fade.
To all our mentors, Happy Holidays, peach and plum all over the world!
Text/Daqing Daily All Media Reporter Shen Yanru Photo provided by interviewee