Memory can be complex recall, where we may recover the fading enthusiasm, the dying distress, the faint emotions, and above all, the most striking and stifling memory. Several extracts of memory pace back and forth in my mind without minutes＇ pause. Perhaps they have been my part of my life, for they have certainly given me immense shake and shock.
Now I am very glad to share with you the brightest part of my never-fading memory.
It jumped into my life when I was a little pupil in Grade Two. My formal maths teacher was about to have a baby, so he,an old but strong man, substituted her. He couldn＇t be called a wonderful teacher;he always forgot what he had told and even what he was to tell, thus making it our responsibility to remind him where he had just paused. However, he is a gentleman with amiable temper, sending me a feeling of my grandfather being around. For the sole reason,I felt like being close to him to e
