Whenever I took a nap in the warm afternoon, there were always kindly faces flashed. Those people who appeared in my memory brought sunshine and warmth to my life, and they let me understand what is the kindness and honesty to be a teacher as well as a person.
The earliest and the most important teacher brought to my mind was called Xue Fuxia. It didn’t matter whether I could come up with the name or not. The key point was that I could still remember her benignant face. The last time I saw her was about 10 years ago, when I was in primary school.
She was the teacher in charge of the class and the dean of school office. I was so devoted to her gentle voice when she was teaching us for the first time. I dreamed to be her son all the time, for I wished to have a motherlike person who was concerned about me.
It seemed that Mrs. Xue knew my respect and love for her. She often asked me to answer her questions in class, and her comments and replies were always more detailed than the other teachers. That feeling was like immersing the body in the sunshine of spring and all the pores were so comfortable.
Later, Mrs. Xue recommended me to participate in an essay contest. A girl in my class and I were both elected. The composition was published in local newspapers and magazines. When I saw the tutor's signature under the title of the essay was the name of Mrs. Xue, I felt honored and delightful.
When the work was completed, she returned to her post. I had never seen her again. Once my mother asked me if I remembered a teacher named Xue Fuxia at dinner. I said "yes" with a delightful voice. From the conversation I learned that Mrs. Xue's husband was a railroad worker, and lost his life in a railway accident.
How hard time Mrs. Xue suffered! I couldn't image how did she survive from this. She was so gentle and kind in my mind. I heard she had a son. Was she crying grievingly at her husband's funeral? Would she stay alone for the rest of life? How hard her life should be in the future……
When fight against the destiny, we should as bravely as we could. I hope Mrs. xue will enjoy her spare time after her retirement and her son will take good care of her.
The memory of the past decade is extraordinary impressive. Only a very small number of truth and the bearer of the true feelings can be firmly stored in the memory. The other memories, no matter short-lived happy or sad, will like the wind blow over the sand, and finally all be settled. Only the brilliance of humanity still shines on my journey ahead, which makes my steps more firmly. It will make me believe in love and the people. It also makes me had confidence in the society which has its indelible human warmth.
This belief is communicated to me by those people who appeared in my life.
This article is dedicated to commemorate my benignant teacher---Xue Fuxia.
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每当我在暖日的午后小憩，融融日光里朦朦胧胧的，总有慈祥的人影闪过。那些曾经在记忆里出现过的人影，给我的生命带来了阳光和温馨，让我明白了什么是身为人师的善良，和人之善。
记起来，最早的那一位重要人师，她叫薛福霞。记不记得名字都无所谓，关键是，我好像还能记起她慈眉善目的样子。上一次见她，大约也是十年以前了。那是小学的时候。
她是带班老师，也是校主任。她第一次给我们上课，声音轻柔和缓。我非常沉醉于她的声音。总想着：我要成为她的儿子。我不介意多一个母亲样的人对我关切。
薛老师待人亲和，也貌似十分会意我对她的敬爱。她上课经常点我起来回答她的问题，她的点评、回复总会较之于其他老师更详细，更亲切。那种感觉，就类似把身心浸泡在三月春光里，浑身毛孔都舒发着热气。
后来薛老师推荐我参加一次征文比赛。我和班里一个女生一同入选。入选作文刊登在当地的报刊杂志上。作文题标下方是辅导老师署名是薛老师的名字，那一刻，我荣幸，喜悦。
再后来，薛老师的带班任务完成，她返回了自己的岗位。我也就再也没有见到过她了。恍惚一次听到母亲在饭桌上提及，问我是不是有一个老师叫“薛福霞”的。我当然是高兴的肯定回答。后来谈话得知，薛老师的丈夫原是一个铁路工人。铁路上发生了一次交通事故，她爱人因此而丧失了性命。
薛老师该多难熬！她那么温柔，那么善良，她的日子是怎么挺过来的？听说她还有个男孩子！她是不是在丈夫的丧礼上哭的双眼通红，她是不是从此要孤寂一个走下去？她往后的生活该多么艰苦……
在命运面前，只有坚强才是最好的答复。我用我仅有的微薄祝福，希望薛老师身体康健，希望她的孩子足够懂事，让她的晚年更能够安泰。
这十年，不会比未来的十年更短，相比之下，过去的十年的记忆才更有分量。走过的路途中，只有极少极少的真情和真情的承载者才能牢牢的保存在记忆里。其他的一些什么记忆，短暂快乐的，短暂难过的，都如风沙吹过，也早已尘埃落定。唯有人性坚定的光辉，还在照耀着我的前方征程，让我的脚步更加坚定，让我更相信爱，更相信人，更相信这个社会，总还会有它不可磨灭的人性温暖。
因为，这些的肯定，都是那些出现生命里的人用身心传达给我的信仰。
纪念，我心中的圣母，可爱而慈祥的薛福霞薛老师。
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