2005
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In the evening, a classmate call, I learned that the teacher of the junior high school class came to Beijing two days, so I have a call to the teacher. In the phone, the familiar voice of the teacher, let me know this side: Longji Township, a long time. I immediately went to the teacher who came to visit here, so I rushed from the Apple Garden to the Qinghua West Gate.
Listening to the classmates, it is another student of the teacher. This year, the teacher is to take the student to Tsinghua office.
My junior high school, high school, all spended in a small city in Wansi, is now the sixth day of the world. Today, in Beijing's junior high school classmates, only two, maybe it will be a year and a half, will only be left one (six years ago, there are four students come to Beijing, find a university dream, now, south South now, going abroad is going abroad).
At 6:40 in the evening, I saw the teacher in a unclear restaurant near Tsinghua West Gate. For ten years, I graduated from junior high school. I have been in the past ten years, the teacher, the old is old, many.
Once written, I often use the idioms of "full vicissitudes". Of course, when writing, it seems to be just for the atmosphere. But now, when I see the teacher's moment, I really understand, what is "full of vicissitudes", what is "Cang Yao", all can be written on the face.
Old, I really don't know what words should be used to modify it. It is the face of two flooded hair, and it is a face with grafment and black, or the wrinkle of the end of the eye. For example, the teacher is also nearly forty years old.
The teacher asked me what I did, I was rushing to answer, software development.
The teacher said, Beijing is good, it is really big, I will go back tomorrow, it is actually not turning today, Tsinghua Beijing is too big, too big.
Ten years ago, I was still a young student who didn't enter the world, and now it is a busy young man.
Ten years ago, the teacher is still on the podium, and the spirit of the spirit will be infused. Nowadays, the old face, instead of everything.
On the road of life, we can forget a lot, but, some things are not forgotten.
