Turning around for ten years

Turning around for ten years

Zuo zhiquan

 

That morning, I saw my previous instructor Gao shujia.

His hair is sparse and white, his breasts are flat and drooping, and he does not seem to wear a bra in it; his eyes are sharp, and the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth show the spirit of the city. She has become a typical old lady.

The impression is that our teacher is an intellectual image. At that time, she was still middle-aged. Her wavy hair was black and thick, thin and white face. Patiently and gently teach us calculus, kind and maternal.

In the early autumn, the sun in the early morning is still white and dazzling. I was squeezing out of the bus, hung with a broken cloth bag, with a big hunch back, walking mechanically on the way to work, getting rice five fights. I'm not impressed with the fact that she has taught so many students. I looked down and wiped my face with my teacher.

This moment, we have been far away from us for more than a decade.