Someone knows the story: He only attended elementary school for two years, and completed the junior high school course by self-taught in those two years. In middle school, his Chinese teacher was a girl who had just graduated from Normal University. She read each of his essays as a model essay to the classmates. Once, the title of the essay was "My Mother," and he wrote a story about his mother, who was forced to be displaced in different rural elementary schools because of her rightism. This is the story of a persecuted and humiliated mother who cares for her young son while teaching peasant children in a tough village. .... The teacher did not grade this composition, but only wrote a comment, not so much a comment as a personal note: "I read your composition, I don't know what to say, I just want to tell you: Pain should not be forgotten, and hope should remain forever." However, due to his arrogance and childishness, he tore up the composition after reading the teacher's comments. Because this "problem child" believes that no one has the right to comment on his relationship with his mother, not even a teacher.
A few days later, the teacher invited him for an outing. It was in an autumn that the teacher bought his favorite fruit and talked about her childhood along the way. He was absent-minded, because he had decided to end his relationship with the teacher after the outing, but she had no idea of his ghost thoughts. Usually, during evening self-study, he does not go to the classroom, but goes to the teacher's dormitory to discuss "John Christopher", "Three Biography of Giants" with her... Write articles on the same topic, and then exchange readings. ... Seeing her warm and happy and defenseless, he felt mean. On the way back to the city, he was very sad. He walked very slowly, and after a few steps he fell on the grass by the roadside, stopping and going. She thought that the child might just be tired and playing a rogue, and she waited for him with a patient smile. But after returning to the city, he did not go to her dormitory again for the evening self-study. Years later, he went to another high school. The teacher planned to marry a garrison major in another city. Before leaving, she asked a classmate to find him and asked him to send her a copy of his composition.
I watched this movie last night. It seemed familiar, and there was a tingling in my heart. Not all children are as simple and stupid as adults think, and not all relationships should begin with adult and worldly permission.
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