My first grade teacher’s family name is KIA-West baby in translation. She is unforgettable to me. It is she who set the very first foundation stone of my being and soul.
Teacher KIA got those round high cheeks, big eyes, fine lips. She spoke clearly, in very good enough volumes. I learned that. She taught me to write well and neat. She stood tall and straight in front of our class, i learned that too. She protected me from bullying. In my tender mind she is spring’s crispy air, she is summer’s fragrant fountain, she is autumn’s most bright moon, she is the handstove for winter. She got that neatly formed shiny Chinese hair to ear length, so perfectly done!
Once she took me to her home since i had got bullied by a taller classmate- a girl who did pull me back to fit herself to a good place in the class’ line. ( i went off first then i started to chase and beat her up with my school bag during the pause in campus)After class, master Western baby held my hand let me go with her to her home, where i had lunch from her. I remember the mystical scenes at her home, still.
It was a smaller house, sournding of wooden fences. I saw heavier, solid furniture in her room, i saw outside the window over the fence there were tall pine trees around the residence; the sky that day was half blue half with white cotton clouds. I seemed could hear the birds were singing, while she fetched something from higher place for me. I saw other things in her space, seemed a dressing table, sheer white bed cover blue of flowered patterns. I was only as tall as her windowsill. I felt feel some special mysterious atmosphere in her space. I got nicely nurtured by her heart that day, growing up who I am today.
This is her- my very first master teacher’s sketch from my memory book. She must be near 90 years old now!:) my dearest master- 贾
This is her- my master teacher’s sketch from my memory book. She must be near 90 years old now!:) my dearest master- 贾