Teacher, you are good...

On November 13, 1998, Li Xinyuan, a 57-year-old teacher from the 16th Middle School in Guangzhou, wrote down the last line of the board and crashed into the podium. He never woke up again!

The author cried and wrote this manuscript intermittently. She said that she would use this article to send off for Teacher Li.

Teacher, when you go, we gather in the playground and stand up one by one. The tears of the girls are one after another, and the boys are also wet. Watching you leave the school gate, I don’t know who took the lead to dry the tears. Everyone didn’t cry, just silently sent you off. There are too many concerns in your life for your students. Today, you must let your peace of mind leave.

The sun shines through the clouds and comes to the army for the teacher. Teacher, you take a look at the sun. You are like the sun, and you are shining on others for the rest of your life.

Sending you away, we go back to the classroom and wesitate to copy the blackboard you left behind. The squad leader suddenly stood up and slowly walked onto the podium. He wiped the slogan “There is still 188 days from the college entrance examination”, then held up a piece of chalk and wrote “November 13, 1998”.

The situation of the last class was repeated again and again in the brains of the classmates: the class bell rang for 10 minutes, and you were helped by the class teacher to appear at the door of the classroom. You still smiled slyly, but it seemed so hard. You insisted on writing a board book until you couldn't stand it. You wanted to sit down and rest, but if you didn't sit still, you fell to the ground.

The students are around you and call you to sweat, but you don't know. Teacher, are you just like this, put a life on the podium?

Teacher, have you heard your student’s call? Our eyes can't help but break the levee many times, and the tears are coming from one after another:

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