Because of my dreams, I can’t take it without leaving.

Because of my dreams, I can’t let go and I can’t let go. <br /> Text / Li Yakun Today is her day of farewell. The long time before it was open for four hours. When it was her turn to speak, Suzhou was dark. But no one is eager to go home, everyone is waiting for her, waiting for this woman who loves New Oriental to make her farewell speech.
Before I started her story, I knew that I couldn’t hold it today. Sitting in the second row with me, watching her, wearing the same clothes as before, swearing and laughing like before. This woman will become a legend of Suzhou New Oriental School, even if she leaves. Before leaving, she just shared a story about her dreams.
I haven't mentioned this word for a long time because I think it is very emotional. When many people around you are talking about buying a house, getting married, and speculating, when the theme of our life gradually evolves into trivial eating and drinking, I don't even dare to admit that I have this thing in my heart. But she, telling us with all her experiences, what is a dream, what is called chasing dreams.
She said: The so-called dream is that after hearing a New Oriental teacher class, the university continually skips classes, and every day in the woods, the "New Concept English" is backed up, and the third book of the New Concept English is backed by more than a thousand times; The dream is that a thousand miles come to Suzhou, living alone in a room with a mouse, while crying hungry and cold, while insisting on preparing lessons; the so-called dream, has been ignored, still did not give up, even if not five years back The Chinese New Year, seeing the family's newsletter in the middle of the night, saw the crying and crying; the so-called dream is to sleep for only two hours a day, but also to go crazy during the day, leading to riding a battery car while sleeping, countless times of crashing and crashing and running many times...
The student once asked me: Why are you so hard? I was silent and said because of my dreams. The student shook his head and said no, after all, the word has been abused. However, I can't find a better reason. If not, then, tell me - if it is not because of dreams, how can she regularly send homework to students, write a dozen pages of letters, prepare for the New Year's Eve, answer questions on New Year's Day; if not because of dreams, why she It is necessary to go forward in the wind and rain again and again, let the tears and rain mix together; if it is not because of dreams, how can she sleep all night in the big office, prepare for the calf burns without consciousness; if not because of dreams, how can she every day? Batch of 100 essays, but also insisted on preparing all the lessons, not lazy, never gave up. Except for dreams, you can't explain it all. Compared with her, we can do too little and too little. In front of her, we are not qualified to say that we are tired or hard, and we are not qualified to make excuses for our laziness and giving up, because you have never paid like her.
This woman has made a farewell to be like a lecture. There are two main categories and six main points. In the New Oriental dreams, dreams, dreams, and so on, I thought really damn, when the teacher is too much, there is obsessive-compulsive disorder. The famous teacher is a famous teacher. The forty-five minutes of narration is repeated, and the laughter continues. She always has a strange power that allows others to follow her story emotionally ups and downs. Even from the second PPT, I couldn't help but cry.
I have been to New Oriental for so long, I have never seen everyone’s emotions go out of control like today. Her woman who is so embarrassed has always rushed into the wind and said that "it is too late to come", and the incident is just a wave of "nothing", big tricks, no smile. But when she talked about a person in the small room of the drinking bridge, when she watched a mouse run down from above and was electrocuted, we laughed at a bridge that was so funny. Everyone was crying and screaming, and they couldn’t lift their heads. The atmosphere is cold there, no one speaks.

I really are really, don't want to say anything to her. Just as soon as she saw that she was laughing at everyone, she just wanted to cry when she heard that she was telling herself that she was struggling in the most difficult years. I have met many people so far. Someone has given me meticulous care. Someone has given me thoughtful care. Some people have spent my lonely time with me. Some people have given me an unforgettable romance. In fairness, she did not give me any material care and help. Instead, I have been taking care of her. She did not accompany me on the most difficult days. If she had something to look for, she would say "I am very busy." I understand that it is really busy. However, she is the only one who guides me on how to pursue my dreams. She is the only one who told me "Do what you want to do, no one can stop." It is she who let me know that doing one thing can go all out and desperate, to be a teacher can be so dedicated and great. This woman who has forgotten all kinds of things, slept in the office in the middle of the night, stole things, and couldn’t find a phone call, and ran into countless brand-name cars during class, actually cried. This is my first and last time. I saw her standing on the stage and crying and crying.
It’s time to stop writing. In the face of parting, I have shown the fragile sadness that has rarely been seen in recent years, and the open-mindedness that I have never had before. She should go. When she finishes this road, she should have a higher platform to look into the future. From the professional mismatch schools in Hunan, to the new Oriental teachers who are in the thorns, to the graduate students of the University of London. She said that she would finish her studies after one year and she will return to New Oriental. After all, here is her dream. What we have to do is just a blessing. Then pick up everything she left and move on.