<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > "Station" Author: Shang Cewei</h1>
Mr. Zhang is a Chinese teacher at a key high school, he is blind in both eyes, and his pale face wears a pair of large black sunglasses all day long. He gives the impression of being gloomy, rigid, sharp-tongued and talented; he does not take classes with him, and he can recite all the texts verbatim, even famous books.
His grading essay is like a dagger, always able to cut through the point. The whole class was basically "stinged", and Liu Di was the only student in the class who had not been "stinged".
He is mysterious, indifferent, and refuses to let everyone go thousands of miles away. Only Liu Di was the most stubborn, starting from sending him back to the office, slowly providing him with more and more help, and he went from initial rejection to helpless acceptance to habit, and there was more and more tacit understanding between them.
Liu Di is the representative of the Chinese class in the class and the eye of Teacher Zhang, and every time the composition is corrected, it is read by Liu Di, and Teacher Zhang dictates the comments, and then liu di writes it. In addition, she is also responsible for transporting Teacher Zhang to and from class, sending him to the No. 2 bus station and waiting for the bus every day after school, and she always tries to provide him with more help as much as possible.
As time went on, Liu Di's understanding of him became deeper and deeper, and the veil of mystery was finally unveiled. It turned out that he used to be so sunny and handsome, spirited and erudite. They went from mutual attraction to acquaintance and love, beautiful and touching.
But in that era when rumors were fiercer than tigers, the hat of unrequited love was the last straw that crushed him.
What is even more ironic is that the initiator turned out to be the girl he rescued from the fire that year, and it was also because of that rescue that that he lost his sight in both eyes.
A scene described in the text is still fresh in my memory.
Autumn golden willow began to fall leaves, he picked up a leaf and sniffed lightly, a little girl ran over and asked curiously: "Uncle, is the fallen leaf fragrant"? He squatted down and said softly, "The fallen leaves are not fragrant, but every fallen leaf has the smell of the sun."
Since then, the smell of the sun has become the warmest word in my heart.
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