A few years ago, on the way home, I met Teacher Chen. Teacher Chen’s appearance has not changed drastically. The only difference is that there is a little more vicissitudes on his face. No wonder, when I met Teacher Chen by chance, I had been separated from the teacher for nearly ten years. When I met again, I couldn’t help but feel excited.

The teacher said that his impression of me was very weak and almost couldn't remember it. As a disciple of Teacher Chen, I naturally hoped that I would still be in the teacher's memory. When I heard him say that my memory of me faded, I still felt a little disappointed. During the ten years, Teacher Chen trained too many students, and it was reasonable to downplay me. For him, all students have the same weight.

Teacher Chen is a very unique teacher. His personality has always been deeply influenced by me. He is not only strict, but also very charming. When he was transferred to our school, we were full of expectations, looking forward to a young teacher bringing us a different class. When a young man wearing a suit, leather shoes, not big, and bearded walks through the teacher's window, I know he is here.

His first class opened our eyes. He was the first teacher to be friends with us, the first teacher to not have to stand up when answering questions, and the first teacher to omit the etiquette before class. He did not introduce himself too much, but only remembered that he said he was a law student. When he heard the word law, he looked up to him in an instant. In the first class, in addition to a simple self-introduction, he directly entered the topic and told us an article in the textbook.

When I relaxed my guard against him, he fired my sword.

"Where is the notebook? Where is your notebook?" When he was giving a lecture, he came to me and saw a broken notebook on my desk, he questioned me like this.

"Teacher, I, me" I hesitated.

He punched the table, scaring me so much that I was trembling.

"If you don't come up with a decent book in the next class, don't come to class!" he said to me sternly.

Thinking about it now, I really have to thank him for his severity. It is precisely because of his severity that I started to fall in love with learning Chinese when I was in junior high school.

As time goes by, we become familiar with each other. He actually likes me as a student, and later he even becomes my friend, although there are several generation gaps between us.

In my opinion, he is like the incarnation of justice. When it comes to some bad social imagination, his voice becomes louder. We sit down and watch his expression, watching his bangs rise and fall in anger, and we completely worship in our hearts.

Once in a political class, when he was about to say something, a crazy laugh from a village woman came from outside the school, which made us burst into laughter.

He smiled slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose a little.

"Why are you laughing? How cheerful and pure this smile is. This is the true nature, do you understand it?" He said to me in the textbook.

Just after he finished speaking, there was another loud laughter that was even stronger than before. He followed us and shook his head helplessly.

Facing disobedient students, Teacher Chen has a clear reward and punishment. If someone challenges his limits, he no longer treats him as a friend, but instead takes out the boxer's trump card and beats you up. Although it's a bit violent, it's not a mess. Sometimes some students are very naughty, and not a beat is not enough to relieve you.

A classmate refused to change his teachings. He first scolded the student a few words, but unexpectedly the student winked, which made Teacher Chen angry. He kicked the student out of the classroom door by playing football, and only heard the tragic begging for mercy outside the door. The students witnessed the disobedient consequences with their own eyes. During the years when Teacher Chen was the head teacher, there were few students who were particularly disobedient.

On Children's Day, he took the erhu on stage and played a song "Horse Racing" with the teachers and teachers. I stood in the audience and looked at Teacher Chen's devoted expression, and felt admiration in my heart. When our six-person duet appeared on stage, we nervously performed the novel works planned by Teacher Chen. Through the light of my eyes, I saw Teacher Chen standing in the audience laughing and turning backwards.

As we graduated, the school transferred Teacher Chen to another class and changed me to a new class teacher. From then on, we had no interaction with Teacher Chen. I heard my younger brother say that Teacher Chen brought them English and told a joke about Teacher Chen. After listening to the joke, I knew his style was still there.

Later, I heard that he was sick. Several of our classmates went to see him spontaneously. When they saw him, he looked a little haggard, but he still told us this and that just like before.

He smiled and said to us: "You can't relax. You must study hard. You must take the college entrance exam. Only in this way can you get out of the mountains. Do you understand?" I understand that his words come from the heart. He did not treat us as students. We have become his friends. Not long after, his illness recovered and he returned to school to continue teaching.

When we were taking graduation photos, we invited all the teachers from the school to participate, and Teacher Chen also came. His eyes swept us around, and it seemed to be saying in silence: These are all students I have taken! I smiled at him and he responded with a smile. In my heart, I felt a little regretful at that moment, and I hope that Teacher Chen appeared in the graduation photos as the head teacher. Although Teacher Chen said nothing, he must have some shortcomings in his heart.

Students are like teachers' works. As a teacher, they definitely hope that they can complete the works by themselves. However, Teacher Chen's works are half completed.

When we go to society and work, the teacher's teachings are still vivid in my mind. Whether it is life or work, it is invisibly influenced by the teachers back then. Although we contact each other from time to time, we will always remember their kindness deep in our hearts.

Perhaps I have let my teacher down on my expectations back then and have not been able to bring glory to him, but the teacher's eyes and teachings have never been forgotten.

The teacher taught us to be a dignified man, a person with conscience, backbone and blood. Maybe I have gone a long way from the teacher’s expectations, but I have been trying my best to be the person the teacher expects.
Chapter completed!