dream

A dreamlike dream, someone is happy and hurt. As the saying goes: "Thoughts are thoughtful, night has a dream." I dreamt of him that night.

He - my first teacher of political history, took us half a semester of political history, but was transferred to the city by the Education Bureau to teach, the class on Tuesday is the last lesson he taught us, he resisted the uncomfortable The heart, did not tell us about this, fear of affecting our immediate exam, finished the class, and walked silently, ignorant, we still laughed and played there.

"Why, how is this." When the squad leader told us about this, I was stunned, and my heart was like a taste of a five-flavored bottle. There was a scene of a teacher’s lecture in my mind, and I was completely intoxicated with it. among.

That night, I slept early. "Ah, the teacher didn't leave." "Stupid, I didn't say I have to go, is it you? The message I want to go is going out, really, go to dinner." There is also my class teacher in charge. Wait. I have a small bucket with the squad leader. The bucket is filled with rice, meat, and the elders of the class grab my meat. I hurriedly protected my meal, and the teacher looked at it and smiled.

"叮铃铃,叮铃铃", I saw that the teacher’s class teacher’s figure was blurred. I cried and chased them, but it was getting farther and farther and farther away until I could not see... my brother kicked me up. "Get out of bed, go to school, oh~~ Someone still wants to go in a dream, don't go, cry, huh, huh." "Oh, is it? I cried? I wiped my face with my hand." I am wet, I really cried. I really hope that the dream should not wake up, never wake up.

I didn't wear clothes and wash, and the new day started. But without him, like the starry sky without the moon, but the dream continues...

Third day: He Yangfan