Teacher-student relationship story
In the years of youth, it is inevitable that there will be some steps to climb. These steps must be built with understanding, tolerance, and sincerity, each one forming the ladder of growth.
I can’t forget the panic on her face when I reached out my hand, like a startled rabbit. A blush spread rapidly across her youthful face, like water droplets spreading on rice paper.
It was before the college entrance exam. The students were all engrossed in self-study, while I walked around the classroom, occasionally answering a few questions. During this time, she sat at her desk, eyes focused straight ahead, writing quickly. Although there was a textbook open in front of her, I easily noticed the pink letter paper beneath it, dotted with plum blossoms like snowflakes. Her handwriting fell onto the paper, blooming like small flowers. I stood behind her for a while, certain that what she was writing had nothing to do with her studies.
So, as she was about to finish, I reached out my hand with a smile: “Give it to me” — though my voice was soft and gentle, it left no room for doubt. She stared blankly for a moment, then slowly handed over what she was holding.
The classroom remained as calm as usual; no students noticed this scene. I carefully folded the paper and then handed it back to her. Smiling, I said, “Youthful things should be kept safe.” She looked at me in surprise. Leaning down, I whispered to her, “Teachers were once young too, and this was once my secret as well.” Then I straightened up, gently patted her shoulder, smiled at her, and nodded, saying, “Go back to your book.” She obediently opened her textbook, her face showing a sense of relief.
Half a year later, I received a letter from a prestigious university, written on the same kind of pink letter paper with plum blossoms like snowflakes. In the letter, she wrote: “Teacher, thank you for preserving the wholeness of my youth in the most beautiful way.
At that moment, I thought I was done for. I dreaded the consequences—I imagined being laughed at by the whole class, being called to talk to the principal, and my parents being summoned to the school. If that had really happened, how could I have held my head up high again? I couldn’t even imagine participating in the college entrance exam with a normal state of mind.” Finally, she wrote, “Thank you, teacher, for giving me a way out, a most dignified reason.”
In the years of youth, it is inevitable that there will be some steps to climb. These steps must be built with understanding, tolerance, and sincerity, each one forming the ladder of growth.
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