Life of spot

All kinds of people around us are like shining light spots one by one, which surround us in a beautiful halo. Gradually, some light spots were worn out and fell. At the same time, new spots were added to our Halo. Some time ago, I learned from my friend’s QQ signature that the head teacher of their class died of illness. My friend is in the neighbor class of my neighbor class, and I also know their head teacher, so I recalled their head teacher casually. From the brain, the pictures made by searching through cases and cabinets and the buried memory fragments are as clear as film tapes. The breath swirled around my throat, bumping like stagger, shaking me for a long time. In the past four years, four of the people I know have never met with me. Since I was young, it seems that this kind of thing happened most in this period of time, perhaps because I didn’t know so many people before. Although they are not very familiar with me, and some may have only met once, they remembered that there were me and them in some pictures, but now, these will not be repeated. When memory can only be memory forever, and the hope of reunion is pulled away from the brain like being pulled from the bottom of the pot, a fire is extinguished forever, and it seems that a piece of meat is dug from the bottom of my heart, and a burst of pain that cannot be filled. That teacher, he didn’t teach me, most of her deeds were hearsay. To be honest, most things are not good. Perhaps, she was strict with her students and cared a lot. Her students often complained about her and gave her the wrong number. However, this is also normal, which teacher has not been nicknamed by students. Every morning, she is catching students who are late. I always saw the students in their class rushing up the stairs hurriedly within two minutes of being late. She was on the stairs, laughing and scolding her students. From my outsider’s point of view, I felt that scene was particularly funny. The teacher was not as fierce as they described, but somewhat cute. But I met her occasionally in the corridor. She always smiled and saw such a warm attitude. Even students I didn’t know would come forward to say hello, I thought. Apart from those views of dissatisfaction with her, at least she gave me a kind feeling. She and I also had an unusual experience. One day in senior three that year, the morning exercise Bell rang as usual. It was unavoidable to go downstairs to do exercises, although no one liked that. Our classroom is on the fifth floor. At this time every day, when we go downstairs, the stairs become more and more crowded. After doing morning exercises, the stairs become more and more depressed. At that time, I was pinching every day when I went to school. In order to get more sleep, I took breakfast to school and then ate it. Generally, I took a rest of ten minutes after finishing morning exercises. I went upstairs after the morning exercise that day, maybe I was too tired several days ago, maybe I suddenly had something wrong with insulin, a burst of sigh from the bottom of my heart, and more and more flowers in front of my eyes, so I struggled to support the third floor, he fainted with a meager consciousness. In a trance, I heard someone say, ah, what happened to this student. Then someone came up to help me. I tried to see each other clearly and learned that I was the head teacher of my friend’s class. I was helped to sit down in the office on the third floor by her. My whole body was weak, and I couldn’t care about the rules and regulations, so I was on the table. With the fulcrum, I finally have more strength to stick to it. The teacher brought me a bottle of milk and a pack of biscuits. I didn’t feel embarrassed to drink milk. I ate a small pack of biscuits. Finally, I have the strength. I think the teacher thanked me. She smiled and said that she was not polite, and also complained that the school was really inhuman. She asked students to get to school so early and didn’t let them eat in the classroom. It was impossible for people with poor health to bear it. It seemed that there was finally someone who understood myself in the vast sea of people. I was so pleased that I almost burst into tears. Tears do not all represent grievance, but also happy for someone to understand his grievance. After graduating from high school, although I didn’t expect to visit that teacher, I didn’t want her to disappear from the world. Sometimes life really catches people off guard. Obviously, it is still a vivid figure. If you turn around, you may be separated from Yin and Yang. The light spots that make up the halo are constantly changing. When one day, all the light spots are burnt out, and there is no new one to supplement, we will finish our whole life. 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