The weather is getting cold! When the cold winter winds whistle through the cracks of the door, making the surrounding objects numb, somewhere the lyrics of the song "Father's love is as warm as the sun..." make my heart feel cold, the cold is not because of the bitter winter but the cold when I remember my father and my homeroom teacher, two respectable people in my life.
Illustration: LE DUY
I was born and raised in the dreamy city of Hue, although I am not from Hue, I still carry the gracefulness of Hue. My school is Vinh Loi A school. When my teacher assigned me to sit next to a friend who had a disability in his right hand, he wrote with his left hand, his arm kept bumping into my hand, making my notebook smudged with ink. Day after day, I was always angry with him and angry with my teacher. That was my first impression of him.
Later I found out that because he saw that I was good at literature, the teacher arranged for me to sit next to Lien, who had a disability in her right wrist. She loved studying literature so the teacher wanted me to help her. My father also wanted the teacher to train me to be diligent and patient in all tasks, especially kindness... I suddenly realized everything.
Since then, we have grown up and matured thanks to the teacher's loving teachings. I understand and love him more. I can describe him in two words: love and devotion.
He helped me learn how to write well, full of emotions, he taught me how to love and help friends when they encounter unexpected things, every day he brought us many new things. There were times when he told us many stories about humanity, examples of perseverance to overcome in life.
The teacher's lectures seemed to have penetrated deeply into my thoughts, helping Lien and I study better and better, and we became closer and closer. Looking at my good essays made my teacher and father very happy. One time on that "rickety" car, my father asked me: What was the happiest thing for you today? I happily replied: I really like studying in your class because you always teach me like dad! Both my teacher and father wanted me to become a teacher in the future, at that time I happily accepted but in my heart I still had many dreams of wanting to do art work more.
Then the days passed quickly, my family moved to Dong Ha city to live and work. The day I said goodbye to my teacher and class, I cried and cried, being away from my teacher and my friends made me feel extremely lost. When he took me and my family to the train, he gave me the book “How the Steel Was Tempered” and a picture of me and him together with the class with the words: “Study well and when you become a teacher, come visit me!”
I threw myself into my studies and the day I passed the entrance exam to the teacher training college came. My father still corresponded with the teacher and always cared about a student with a personality like me. I wanted to visit the teacher but in my heart I wanted to write a good story about the teacher-student relationship as a gift for him.
On a cold winter day, my father and I held in our hands the magazine Cua Viet which contained my article. I thought that my teacher would cheer and hug me. As I entered the gate, I shouted: Teacher, Dad and I have come to visit you!... There was no answer, I ran into the house, the scene inside made my limbs weak, I knelt down and sat down: Teacher! His sister downstairs came up and said: Teacher is dead, brother! Teacher is dead, sister!
I stammered: "Why did you die... why didn't you wait for me to come back...!?" Placing the magazine on the altar filled with incense smoke, my father's eyes filled with tears. He had been sick for a long time but he hid it from everyone, that was the reason he didn't get married, because he didn't want to bother anyone.
The teacher was poisoned by his mother, so he loved children with disabilities like him. When he met Lien, because he loved her, he wanted her to become his companion to help Lien study literature well. The day he was taken to the hospital, he told his sister to give me the diary, hoping I would understand everything.
I understood why my father knew about my teacher's illness but did not tell me, because both my father and my teacher wanted me to grow up more and more, and in the future I would definitely do many useful things for society. I held my teacher's pictures and diary entries with tears in my eyes, I promised my teacher and my father that I would definitely do as they told me. I said goodbye to that small house, which contained so many of our memories.
Today, it has been six years since my father passed away, I lost the two most precious people in my life. Losing my father, I lost the spiritual support that my father and I had like two friends who often talked to each other. My father often taught me how to write because he was also a contributor to Quang Tri newspaper. Now I am a teacher, at this very moment in this cold weather, I remember my father and teacher. I silently thank both of them for the best things they have given me. That is knowing how to love, knowing how to give, knowing how to forgive, knowing how to sympathize and share...
During the years I stood on the podium, I met disabled students. Looking at their eyes, I remembered Lien and the image of my teacher, the words my teacher and my father taught me, urging me to love and care for them more.
“Know how to give love, receive happiness”. Love between people is a sacred feeling, very precious. Outside the rain is still falling, I hope the sky will stop soon so I can see the two bright stars in the sky, that light will illuminate and help me continue on the path I have chosen: The noblest profession!
Bui Thi Hai Yen
Source: https://baoquangtri.vn/hai-nguoi-toi-yeu-quy-nhat-191341.htm
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