Dear Mr. Yang:
Hello! I have not written to you for more than ten years, forgive me for not being able to send you greetings for so many years. But that doesn't mean I haven't missed you. I am Yifan, do you remember this name?
Yes, I am Yifan, one of the first students who stayed in school to teach writing after you graduated from your undergraduate program eighteen years ago, and one of the students who had corresponded with you.
I am still grateful to you for the direct or indirect, intended or unintended, incentives and stimuli you gave me back then, so that I could go one step further; although I was unrealistic in my fantasies at that time, you gave me a lot of patience at that time, and this is another aspect of my gratitude to you.
I sometimes search your name on the Internet when I miss you, and look at your profile and photos on Baidu. I am sincerely happy for the development of your career. There is a picture of you on the interactive encyclopedia with the word "Beginning" on the boulder next to it, and I always felt that when you stood there, those two words became "Transcendence".
Although you went all the way to graduate school to read the doctorate and returned to the university to teach, and later also with graduate students, I have always been too far away from the object. However, I have never regretted the period of study, I had thrown to you that eager eyes, that follow you forward figure and running posture. That represented my pursuit of a higher ideal. Without this pursuit, there is no spiritual high ground that I have been insisting on moving towards.
During my college years, during our correspondence after you left us for graduate school, I wrote a small poem to express my feelings for you.
To Birch
? You stood on
your plateau
and waved to me
? I paved a path to you with my
simple song
? And you
are always ahead of me
walking on and on
? unattainable
Mr. Yang, in the process of communication, I don't know if you have noticed, I addressed you in writing, from the beginning of the "you" to later between friends "you", and then to the present "you ", seems to have a change of affinity, but inside there is more respect superimposed; from the beginning of the "Mr. Yang" to later in the letter of "Mr. young", and then "Yang", now back to "Mr. Yang", now back to "Mr. Yang". From "Mr. Yang" in the beginning to "Mr. Young" in the letter, then to "Yang", and now back to "Mr. Yang", I think we have reached the third level of Zen - "The mountain is still a mountain, and the water is still water". But this mountain, this water, by no means the mountain and water I saw when I first came into contact with it.
You gave me education, guidance and encouragement in writing, so that my writing has changed qualitatively, but in your case, many things may not remember.
Once in the writing class, you let me get up to read my composition that you gave a high score, in the classroom of hundreds of people, my voice is too small, you came over and "snatched" the composition in my hands, back to the podium you personally read it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to.
In one of my article titled "Ten Thousand Waters and Thousand Mountains", there is a place where I quoted from the Analects of Confucius and wrote the opposite, you found this error and changed it: "The one who knows is happy with the water, and the one who is kind is happy with the mountain." I still remember that after that article, you quoted Liu Fo as a comment on the strong and beautiful words: "Mountaineering is full of love in the mountains, watching the sea is overflowing with ideas in the sea." You also gave it a high score of 90 points. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that.
After you left for graduate school, I used my pen name "Yifan" to keep in correspondence with you, and I sent you a publication run by our literary society. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get the best out of it, but I'm sure you'll be able to get the best out of it, and I'm sure you'll be able to get the best out of it. After you read it, you wrote to me and asked me to find some more poems I had written and compile them for you, so that you could publish a book for me. Although I was ashamed of the quantity and quality of my own work and was unable to submit this assignment to you, your words gave me more confidence and encouraged me greatly. This is something that I remember.
My writing has always been mostly improvisational, and I've never been able to write without feeling something. So I have not been able to consciously take the initiative to write, submit articles to the outside, or publish a book in the past ten years. Only in the unit of the school newspaper, the city evening newspaper sent some, over the years has also been busy editing their own a weekly literary newspaper "under the plum tree" to students to see. In the past few years, I have also opened a column on the website, and I have been writing off and on. I've been working on my own for a few years now, and I've been writing a column on my website for a few years now, and I've been writing off and on.
In the process of reminiscing and telling, I seem to have returned to the time when I corresponded with you, and returned to that pious moment, and found the me that was proud on the surface and inferior on the inside. You helped me get through that difficult stage, and you helped me cross that spiritual river. I want to say "Thank You" for this moment in my life.
To be honest, it's not like I haven't thought about visiting you over the years. Even now, I still want to see you again. But I'm afraid I'll have regrets again, as I did in the winter of 1999. I specialized in the examination to Liaocheng due to the soil and water is not good health, full of acne. But I went to Jinan during that time to see you at Shan Shi, where you were in graduate school. At that time, there were Qiu sister, civilization brother, Yi Peng brother accompanied by three students, that day I did not wear glasses (at that time nearly six hundred and fifty degrees of myopia, now seven hundred degrees). When you came out of the dormitory, we stood downstairs and chatted for a while, but only to listen to you talk, I was shy, I could not see well, and I did not talk much. That time I also did not see your face ...... so that meeting let me think regret.
Our last meeting was in the summer of 2004, in Jinan. The last time we met was the summer of 2004, in Jinan. I just sent away a student that summer vacation, in Jinan during the leisure with a few old classmates gathering, listening to them say you still in the mountain division, I will drum up the courage to visit you. You treat me like an old friend as natural and gas, but then I was still shy, just listen to you talk.
Thinking about it, I was still immature more than ten years ago; now I am writing to you again.
Now, we are all old ......
Anyway, it is still a good saying: it is better to see each other than to miss each other.
Mr. Yang, I don't have the courage to send this letter to you, but I have the courage to post it on my column, and I hope you will have the chance to see it.
I hope you will have the chance to see it!
? I am very happy to see you.