Travel with spiritual satisfaction

After dinner, a man squatted on the balcony in a quiet daze, listening to a "Shen Qing" of Shen Qing, suddenly remembered the high school era, the most loved class guide director, the teacher, when we were separated, we all vowed to think that one day, Reunited, now it seems that it is as illusory as the childhood dream kingdom. When we all independently invest in this society, the pure feelings of the student era are easily vanished.

It seems that I haven’t talked for a few years. Although I feel a little emotional, I still send messages to each other. I don’t know much about it, but I still feel as kind as I was in school. He is the most respected teacher in my life. It used to be, now, and always.

I took special care of me when I was in high school. I am very fortunate to have been a representative of his class, and I have more opportunities to exchange a lot of study committee members. I can also borrow the teacher's "History of Modern and Contemporary Chinese Literature" in the summer vacation.

In fact, the most profound thing I remember is that the teacher gave me a comment on the composition. Every time I carefully commented on the half-page paper, at that time, my mind could always feel a lot of affirmation from the lines, and the foundation of the composition was still alive. The test paper reflects that my composition is basically a few points away from the perfect score every time.

Maybe these are all destined. After many years, I fell in love with writing. I will make a lot of poems myself, write a lot of essays, and short novels that are not formed. I have invested in many manuscripts. Although I have not been honored to pass, I still enjoy it. Continued, I also got a lot of happiness in this process, I am very grateful for everything that fate has arranged.

There are not many chats with the teacher. I have never seen a high school. I haven’t met for seven or eight years. He is still in his hometown. I am living in a strange and familiar place in Shanghai.

However, we all understand that the outside world is not a paradise.

Standing on the balcony, the wind outside the house slaps my face, I feel as it touches my face and touches my soul.

Nothing to say, bless us all better.