My good friend, Miss Zhao Hui, has gone and gone forever. 011165438 at 0: 00 pm on February 26th, 2007, it turned out to be the freeze of Miss Zhao's life. Life is so fragile and easily broken. In her own unconscious state of death, under the impression that friends and colleagues have no traces of illness, she quietly left while waiting for her elderly parents to steam steamed buns and cook porridge for her children every day.

Teacher Zhao Hui left, even when I was unprepared.

Because, on the evening of 1 27, I opened WeChat after coming home from the lecture training class at night and saw her news:

"Elder sister, how have you been recently? Miss you! "

I replied, "I miss you, too. Let's go swimming together! "

I continued typing: "Did you come back from Hainan?"

The next morning, Teacher Zhao replied that I had only two words: "No!"

I thought to myself, Miss Zhao, a beautiful sister, is really a migratory bird. She flew to Hainan for the winter last winter. Now that spring is blooming, she won't come back. The sunshine in Shaanxi is also bright and warm.

I never dreamed that my good friend and my beautiful sister Zhao Hui were swimming together and were being treated in Xi 'an hospital. According to Miss Zhao's children, she can't eat at this moment. I can hardly imagine how difficult and painful it is for her to write those words on WeChat with her mobile phone. Now I can fully understand how much Miss Zhao Hui missed me.

I know that the news of teacher Zhao Hui's death was during the lunch break on February 27th. Vaguely, the phone rings. I picked it up and looked at the phone number of teacher Zhang in the office.

"He Laoshi, there's one thing I don't know if I should tell you ..."

"You say it!"

"Zhao Hui teacher, go. I know you are friends ... "Teacher Zhang said with a heavy tone. "She left too early and was so young."

Teacher Zhang and his former colleagues live in a family hospital. When they came home from school at noon, they saw teacher Zhao Hui's coffin, which was covered with wreaths. I heard teacher Zhang's inner sadness in her voice.

I am surprised that in the fog, I always feel that the news is not true. But the phone call I just received, the calm and rigorous teacher Zhang said is true. My heart is tight and painful, and tears can't help falling.

I vaguely remember that in the hot spring pool after swimming in geothermal city, Teacher Zhao Hui once said that her zodiac was a monkey. By this year, her life has only experienced one jiazi. 60 years, in this land of China, should belong to the time category of middle-aged people. Mr. Zhao Hui, you left too early.

Life is impermanent and the years are short. Life is just a passer-by in this vast universe, with no return. My heart suddenly felt a kind of desolation.

The phone rang again, wiping away tears, and I turned on the phone with my heavy hand. This time it's not a phone call, it's a work WeChat in the mobile phone.

I and I are in the math group of the same class. Teacher Meng, she found me from the WeChat group of the grade group, added me as a WeChat friend, and wrote in her message:

"He Laoshi, Teacher Zhao passed away."

A few days ago, on the school playground, I talked with Teacher Meng about how to live gracefully. We all mentioned Zhao Hui's beautiful, happy and fulfilling life. I also told Teacher Meng that Teacher Zhao is in Hainan and hasn't come back yet. Unexpectedly, a few days later, Mr. Zhao left like this.

Meng He used to work in the same office in the same unit. Although one is a math teacher and the other is an English teacher, their love of work and conscientious work make them friends. Zhao Hui and I have never worked in the same company, but we have the same topic-students, so during the two years of swimming, we also became friends. My friend Mr. Meng has left. As friends, Mr. Meng and I are very sad.

Meng and I immediately made an appointment, and at the same time, we set out from our respective homes and went to Tiezhong Family Courtyard in the afternoon to visit and mourn the teacher.

In the mourning hall, in front of Mr. Zhao Hui's portrait, Mr. Zhao's son and daughter-in-law wore mourning clothes to give their mother a wake.

The teacher Zhao Hui in the photo is so beautiful, charming, smiling, kind-hearted, stylish, dignified and full of energy.

I offered incense to my good friend Mr. Zhao Hui and bowed three times to express my deep sorrow and condolences!

Zhao Hui and I are good friends, because we have done many things that like-minded friends want to do together.

I will never forget the day last year when we walked hand in hand and dedicated our meager strength and sincere heart to those lonely poor people in those years.

It was June 2, 20 16, a day close to the Dragon Boat Festival. There are strings of raindrops in the sky. The air is fresh, but a little cold.

Early in the morning, Miss Zhao called me and asked me, "He Laoshi, shall we go swimming?"

I'm sorry to say, "Elder sister, I can't go today. I want to go to the mentally handicapped welfare home with several students I brought before. "

Just as I was about to leave, when the students came to pick me up, Miss Zhao called me again: "Sister, I want to go with you, ok?"

Then her phone call warmed my heart: there are still many good people in this world, and kindness is always the most beautiful scenery in people's hearts.

On the road, the car has begun to splash. At Mazhuang section of Xianyang, No.312 National Road of Xilan Road, Mr. Zhao and I, as well as several of my students, drove to the welfare home for the mentally handicapped in Gan County, Xianyang City, Shaanxi Province, and sent our heartfelt wishes to the mentally handicapped and the widowed elderly!

We handed the clothes to the mentally retarded old man one by one. We hung the handmade sachet gently on the old man's chest. We handed boxes of mosquito-repellent incense and packets of sugar to the old man. Listen to the old man's slow speech, let the old man hold our hands and feel the stories they tell us.

Clothes, mosquito-repellent incense boxes, zongzi, sugar … are all filled with the purest love in our hearts!

On the way back, Teacher Zhao said to me emotionally, "Don't forget me for such activities in the future. May love stay in my heart forever! "

Unexpectedly, half a year later, Mr. Zhao, who was full of love and kindness, quietly left us forever.

Tears ran down my cheeks, and I remembered our previous meeting. We have been to the Silk Road, visited museums, traveled abroad and had coffee in cafes together. Many things have not been put into practice.

However, life is so short; People are just passers-by in the years.

Have a nice trip, Miss Zhao Hui!

In the afterlife, we will be good friends!