崔老师是我六年级时的语文老师。有些人,有些事随着时光流逝渐渐淡出脑海,或许到了最后,只剩下一种最简单、最直接的回忆,但那样的回忆却很美好。然而如何形容出那种美好,却是绞尽脑汁也难言一字,因为这是一种深驻心灵的情感,或者说,这已成为塑造出自己性格的一部分了。崔老师就是这样被我的记忆保存下来的,每每想起来,总会不由自主地感到温暖。不久前,我还在老家偶遇崔老师。我站在我的母校前,看着它风 Cui is my sixth grade language teacher. Some people, some things fade out of time with the passage of time, perhaps in the end, leaving only one of the most simple, most direct memories, but that memory is very good. However, it is hard to describe how beautiful it is. It is an emotion deeply rooted in the soul, or it has become part of shaping one’s own character. Cui is so my memory is preserved, and often think of it, always involuntarily feel warm. Not long ago, I met Cui at home. I stood in front of my alma mater, watching it wind