Just now I opened the blog of Mr. Gou, my Chinese teacher in my high school, who contracted a severe disease which is diagnosed incurable and possibly cost his life. He posted some letters/Emails sent by his students from different places in China. None of them were not expressing their gratitudes to him for being a respectable teacher. Here I cannot search for one single word either in English or in Chinese to describe what kind of good teacher he was. Responsible, qualified, or caring, these words were all to light to bear my admiration and appreciation to Mr. Gou.
When I read their letters, I felt kind of shameful for ignoring Mr. Gou so long. When I entered university, at the beginning, I E-mailed to him with my greetings on every festival. However, with the passage of time, his image little by little faded away in my mind. If I can remember clearly, I have ceased to mail to him for about one year. He was running a blog which I frequented in the past, and on which I left some comment. But now I can't find anything fresh to say to him. Compared with those who Emailed to him, I feel like an unfilial son to him. I used to benefit (this term may not be appropriate) a lot from him. My family wasn't poor to the point where I needed to borrow money from him, but what I got was more than that, something beyond expression. Here, I feel obliged to say, thank you Mr. Gou, sincerely.
Mr. Gou's Blog: http://gzsngzy.blog.sohu.com/
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