Han Yu in the Tang Dynasty said, "Ancient scholars must have teachers." Our generation was born at a bad time and didn't learn serious books for long. After only one year in junior high school, I met with the "Cultural Revolution". I went to the countryside to go with the flow and learn something more. At this time, we especially miss our childhood teachers. Thanks to their painstaking teaching, we have a little childlike innocence. Later, Yue Yue

Han Yu in the Tang Dynasty said, "Ancient scholars must have teachers." Our generation was born at a bad time and didn't learn serious books for long. After only one year in junior high school, I met with the "Cultural Revolution". I went to the countryside to go with the flow and learn something more. At this time, we especially miss our childhood teachers. Thanks to their painstaking teaching, we have a little childlike innocence. Later, I realized more and more that a real teacher is someone who permeates your soul and affects your life. On the road of life, there are little lights they light, which can be called knowledge, kindness, sincerity, diligence and perseverance ... they are quiet and bright, silently accompanying students forward.

My primary school started in the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River and Badong Primary School in Hubei. However, when I was only in the first grade, I was transferred to another city, Enshi, because of my parents' work. Enshi is a mountainous area where Tujia and Miao people live together, but there was no autonomous prefecture at that time. That autumn, I transferred to Class Two, Grade Two, Affiliated Primary School of Enshi Wuyang, carrying a small schoolbag, and met tian teacher, the head teacher.

Tian teacher's famous Huai Shan, Tujia, is not tall, but actually, his arms are held up, allowing students to swing. He just graduated from normal school and seems to have endless energy. He laughs like a king of children all day. When he is happy, he lifts the student dolls one by one over his head. As long as tian teacher is on the playground, he must be full of laughter. We primary school students are like followers who follow him after class.

I like listening to his class. Tian teacher teaches Chinese. He speaks loudly, telling stories and making metaphors. When he grew up, he knew that tian teacher was a farmer's child. He knows the customs and proverbs of Tujia folk songs in Enshi like the back of his hand, which is fascinating. What looks serious in the textbook becomes so interesting in tian teacher's narrative. The students in our class generally get good grades in Chinese. I think my later love for literature is absolutely inseparable from the language taught by tian teacher, but at that time I never dreamed that I would become a writer. In tian teacher's essay What I Want to Be When I Grow Up, my ideal is to be a tractor driver. I have long forgotten this grand ideal, but one year during the Spring Festival, when I went to pay a New Year call to my teacher and sat down to eat melon seeds, tian teacher said with a smile, Fang, do you still remember your ideal? You said in your composition that you want to be a tractor driver and work hard on the vast land of the motherland. That composition was also read in class. Fang was my primary school name. During the Cultural Revolution, my mother moved me to Ye Mei because my father was beaten. I said yes, it was your language that changed my ideal.

In the third grade of primary school, my parents transferred to Wuhan, and I also transferred to Shuita Primary School in Wuhan, but I still often miss my classmates and teachers in Enshi. Two years later, my mother insisted on going back to Enshi, and I couldn't wait to come back, either to Wuyang Primary School or in tian teacher's class. On the day of entering the school gate, the bell rang, and tian teacher stood at the door of the classroom waiting for me to approach. Behind him stood a group of classmates I knew, who were laughing silently. I can't forget the tears that welled up in my eyes. To tell the truth, it was better to go to school than to go home at that time. Contemporary people have a book "A good mother is better than a good teacher", but in my memory, a good teacher is often better than a good mother.

Many years later, my daughter also attended Wuyang Primary School. As luck would have it, Miss Liang, who teaches her math, is tian teacher's lover. Sometimes I can't pay attention to my daughter's study because I am very busy. Teacher Liang often calls her daughter home to make up lessons. Tian teacher helped her, taking me as an example, and said that your mother's grades in primary school were always among the best. You have to learn from her. The youngest daughter didn't quite understand, staring blankly, as if she wouldn't listen. Sometimes I feel anxious when I meet her. I don't worry the teacher enough, and my daughter's generation worries the teacher again. what can I do? Under the light, the temples of the teachers and couples have begun to turn gray. What can I give you in return?

Tian teacher saw my mood, but said nothing, just smiled indifferently as usual and put a cup of tea in front of me, as if everything was taken for granted. Later, I used a pseudonym called "Huaizi" in my writing, and Huaizi's disciples gratefully used it to commemorate tian teacher's teachings. This kind of mood should be stronger and stronger with the passage of time, but later, because I was far away, I rarely saw my teacher, and decades passed quickly. I found his phone number during the Spring Festival this year and was anxious to call him. Tian teacher's voice is still so clear, I can't help but be filled with joy.