新的旅程即将开始

我带着轻便的行李，开始我悠长的路程。

行李箱里，空空的。

只带着一份薄薄的勇气，和一颗求知的心。

空空的，卸下过去累积的不安、恐慌、彷徨。

空空的，准备承载以后的见识、自信、成长。

再挂上一幅能照亮任何黑暗的笑容，

我出发了。

Teacher

Why do I hold my airs in front of that group of people? Why do I maintain a posture of superiority? How come I cannot find the same level of respect for the teacher the way others in the group respect him? I find his explanations unsatisfactory, and I want more. Perhaps I am comparing him too much to my father, whom I consider the best and greatest teacher I ever had. I think I need to let down on my guard. My father will always be my father, and nobody is going to replace him. But it doesn't mean I shouldn't learn from other people. I need to let my guard down.