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　　TheBrightestPartofMyMind
　　Memorycanbecomplexrecall，wherewemayrecoverthefadingenthusiasm，thedyingdistress，thefaintemotions，andaboveall，themoststrikingandstiflingmemory。Severalextractsofmemorypacebackandforthinmymindwithoutminutespause。Perhapstheyhavebeenmypartofmylife，fortheyhavecertainlygivenmeimmenseshakeandshock。
　　NowIamverygladtosharewithyouthebrightestpartofmyneverfadingmemory。
　　ItjumpedintomylifewhenIwasalittlepupilinGradeTwo。Myformalmathsteacherwasabouttohaveababy，sohe，anoldbutstrongman，substitutedher。Hhealwaysforgotwhathehadtoldandevenwhathewastotell，thusmakingitourresponsibilitytoremindhimwherehehadjustpaused。However，heisagentlemanwithamiabletemper，sendingmeafeelingofmygrandfatherbeingaround。Forthesolereason，Ifeltlikebeingclosetohimtoenjoythatkindofhappiness。
　　Theroad，whichhasbeenwellmaintainedinmymemory，engravedthedeeptracksofwheelsandtwoshadows，recordingthestoryofapleasantevening。
　　Thatday，Iwalkedhomelikeaswallow。Allofasudden，afamiliarshoutcameclosertomefrommyback。Littlegirl，doyouwantafreelift？Ilookedback，andtheswarthyfaceoccupiedbydeeplines，caughtmyeyeimmediately。Ijustsmiledbackwithoutanyanswer。
　　Jumpon！Mylittlegirl！Heslowedhisridingspeed，movingtowardsmebitbybit。Istoodthere，motionlessandwordless。
　　DoIlooklikeabigandwildgraywolf？Hemaintainedhispleasinggentleness。
　　Ishookmyheadwithmylonghairmovingrightandleftwithfixedrhythm。Atlast，Iopenedmymouth：Idontknowhowtojump。
　　Well，Isee。ButwhenIwasyoungerthanyou，Ihadalreadymanagedtojumpontomyfathersbigandheavybike。Whatsmore，Iwasmuchshorterthanyou！SoIguessyoucantrideabike。
　　Inoddedwithmyfaceblushed。PerhapsatthattimeIwasasmallandweakchildtohim，onewhoseemedunlikelytoreceiveanyhurtorchallenge。Oddlyenough，ImagicallyIhadsatontherearpartofhisbikeinsecurity。Withthehelpofhistwogreathands，whatfilledtheshorttimeflyingwasnotfrightbutintimacy，becausemygrandfatherusuallydidso。Nowwhatyoucanandshoulddoistostayquietly。OK？
　　Ilookeddownathisoldfriend，oneguysufferingfromwoundssmallorbigandfesteringinsuchunexpectedrain。IfIsawitatonedarkanddampcorner，Imustfeelsick。Butnowthegentlenessfeltfrommyseatkickedoutalltheantipathy。Ilookedatmykindgentleman，behavingashejustinstructed。Atthatmoment，weweremovingalonganarrowpathonthesoftland。
　　Nowtellmewhatyouarethinking。Doyoufeelcomfortable？
　　Yes，verycomfortable，teacher！
　　Dontcallmeteacher，callmeSir！YoushouldknowitismuchpolitertocalloneSirwhorendershelp。
　　Heburstintolaughter，difficultformetounderstand。
　　Atthatmoment，Ifeltthemildnessofbreezewithabitofcoolness。Onthesmoothway，Iwasahappybird，surroundedwithsuchgreatwarmthwhichIcouldonlygetfrommyparentsandmydeargrandfather。
　　ThenIarrived，andhewantedtorideback。Heheldmeinthearmsfromthebike，kissedmyredcheekandtappedmysmallheadwithhistoughhand。
　　Happinessiscertaintoend。Neachsoulmustrememberthatfateisfair。Sinceitoncepresentedyouwithboundlesshappiness，itwilldepriveallthisanddeliverthemanunexpectedgiftofsorrow。
　　Iamoneofthem，theonewhooncesmiledfromthebottomofmyheartbutthenreleasedallthesmile，backtosoundlesscry。Transitionofthetwodifferentfeelingsburiedinmyfragileheartasharpsword，stabbingmefaintly。
　　Twomonthslater，myformermathsteachercamebacktoherfamiliarplatform，facingagroupoffamiliarfaces。Heleftus，leftme，withoutanyword。Fromthenon，everytimeIfacedthefamiliarplatform，listeningtothemathsteacher，Icanthelpthinkingofhim，Everyday，Imetalotofpeople，familiarorunfamiliar，buthadnevercaughthisshadow。Icametobelieveitwouldbetheend，thoughpathetic。
　　Butoneday，afamiliarshadowwasbeforeablackboardatthecornerofstairs。Itwashe，theoneIlongedfor。
　　Sir！Ishoutedwithallmystrength。
　　Helookedbackatme，noexcitinginhiseyesandnogladnessonhisexpressionbutsurprise。Hejuststoodthere，chalkinhand，gazingatmeataloss，alittlepupilwithtearsrollingdownherface。
　　Whatsthematter，pupil？
　　Hearingthefamiliartonebutoddwords，Iamcaughtbothindelightandinbewilderment，Whatsthematter？WasInotthelittlegirlheknew？Ibecamedumbwithasplashofwhathadbeenheardfromoneteacherthathehadmovedtologisticsdepartmentforhisseriousforgetfulness。
　　Nothing！Thankyou！
　　Irushedoutofthedreadfulcornercruelenoughtofloodmeincruelty，lonelinessandcallosity。Hehadthrownawayallthememoryofalittlegirlwhobroughthimglory。
　　Withthepassageoftime，Ihadtobelievethathehadcastmeinadarkcorner，butIwouldputthememoryofhiminthebrightestpartofmymindforgood。
　　简评
　　光阴似箭，日月如梭。随着时光流逝，许多记忆中的影像被冲刷得荡然无存。时间老人是无情的，但人是有感情的。本文描写的是一位普普通通的老师。说是老师也未必恰当，他只不过是临时请过来代人上课的。他非常健忘，刚刚说过的内容立马就被抛到爪哇国去了。
　　这样一位老人还能让人念念不忘，肯定有他的独特之处。你看他为人和蔼，对学生又体贴入微，随时随地设身处地为他人着想，同时又不希求任何回报。度过短暂的两个月后，他回到原来的地方，干他应该做的事去了。其后不久，作者又见到他，而他已想不起来站在眼前的女生是谁了。
　　作者刻画人物重在人物的内心世界，思路清晰，前后连贯，非常值得一读。
　　TheBrightestPartofMyMind