An old professor at Xiamen University's graduation gift message to graduates is popular on the Internet, allowing all netizens to see a funny old man, hear an old man living in a real life, and feel the old professor's teachings to the students. It is another graduation season, and from then on, I have to go my separate ways, and I can no longer move side by side, and I can no longer go to the school cafeteria to have dinner together. Too many feelings, too many reluctance, all ended by the last group photo; time went forward ten years, that year, I was in my first year of high school, with a youthful face and a confused face, and wrote love letters, escaped class, and bullied the teacher. One day, a fresh blood came from our school.

At that time, if we could see the people coming from the city, we would be very curious and very fresh. Especially for a group of people coming to a big city, we would always stare at the people in the big city for a long time to look for the extra organs on them and on us. That year, graduate students from Tongji University in Shanghai came to teach with love, and we were lucky to come into contact with them. They were a group of young and beautiful young people, we were curious about them, and they were curious about us. What we were curious about was the vitality and connotation that radiated from them. What they were curious about was the confusion and ignorance that we showed. Their arrival brought a timely rain to our dry thoughts.

What made me remember was a teacher named Zheng Jun. She liked to communicate with us after class. I, who was sitting in the first row, naturally had many opportunities to chat with her. Once, I accidentally wrote an English word incorrectly. I used my fingers to try to paint the wrong word into a black charcoal so that I could correct it. At this time, Teacher Zheng Jun walked to me and held the pen that was always thick. She smiled at me, opened the pen cap, and used the pen to paint the wrong word on the wrong word, and a white liquid covered the wrong word. She told me funnyly that it was a modified pen, and I lowered my head shyly. Later, I remembered that she gave me the modified pen to me, which I had always treasured. Now it is estimated that the liquid inside has become solid, and it only carries a memory.

It was an afternoon self-study, and I pretended to be very serious and read the text silently. Teacher Zheng Jun was sitting on the podium. Suddenly, a quiet vibration made me look up at her. She looked at me and smiled sincerely. She quickly walked to me and told me quietly that it was her cell phone vibrating. She also asked me to take a look at her cell phone. I remember it was a Nokia with a yellow dim light on the screen. She must have thought I had never seen a cell phone before, so she showed me the appearance of the cell phone.

Over time, we changed from teachers and students to friends, and a kind of attachment develops between friends. Every time we chat with them, we feel that it is a kind of improvement, and we feel that we were indeed too short-skinned at that time. From their mouths, we can get a lot of information, as if we can see the whole world.

At the end of their teaching, I suffered from dysentery and returned home regretfully. Since then, I never saw them again. Later I found out that Teacher Zheng Jun also had dysentery and returned to Shanghai by plane overnight. When I returned to school, I saw a letter left by Teacher Zheng Jun. Every sentence in my heart was full of true feelings. It was a big girl’s sincere hope for a child. She hoped that I could become a useful person to society. At the beginning of the letter, she wrote playfully: "Hello, Marx!" At that time, my classmates called me Marx just because my surname was Ma.

In a blink of an eye, another ten years has come. I don’t know where they are now, nor do I know if that extraordinary teacher Zheng has found his own happiness. I send them the best wishes here, thank you for appearing in our world. With your appearance, our world is no longer so lonely!
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