Niao Na's soul has passed away for nine days, and the pure land of Hu Sha hides the romance - Deeply mourning the memory of my mentor Yu Airong

The soul of Niao Na has gone for nine days, and the pure land of Husha hides the romance. - Deeply mourning for my mentor Yu Airong Guangzhou Yang Qiwei Late at night on September 13, I was rushing to write the new blog "Sunbird...

Naughty and beautiful soul has passed away for nine days, and the pure land of Husha covers the romance - Deeply mourning the memory of my mentor Yu Airong Guangzhou Yang Qiwei Late at night on September 13th, I was writing my new blog "Sunbird" when the phone rang suddenly. I looked at the clock and saw that it was after 0:00am on the 14th. I picked up the phone anxiously and heard the bad news on the phone. My mentor, Ms. Yu Airong, passed away three hours ago, that is, at about 6:00am on September 13th, US time. I was so sad that I couldn't speak for a moment, and I didn't know how to comfort the widow on the other end of the phone. Before teacher Yu Airong immigrated to the United States, she was an outstanding educator in Kaiping County, Guangdong Province. She has been engaged in education since graduating from normal school in the late 1950s, and her students are all over the world. In 1988, the teacher left the hometown where she was born and raised, and the platform where she loved and worked for 30 years, and immigrated to the United States. In the newly developed desert land of Arizona, she and her husband overcame hardships, advocated for the Chinese in the "cultural desert", and founded the first Chinese newspaper "Alberta Times". With her talent and wisdom, the teacher worked hand in hand with her husband to run the newspaper and did a lot of work to promote Chinese culture and enhance the political and cultural status of the local Chinese. As the editor-in-chief of the "Alberta Times", she is responsible for everything including draft selection, editing, typesetting, and distribution of the newspaper. In order to open up the market for the newspaper, the teacher often went into various Chinese communities and contacted merchants. The business continued to expand, and the newspaper gradually got back on track. However, due to the increasing workload of the newspaper office, the teacher became ill from overwork and fell ill in bed. But the teacher is very strong. She fights against the disease while persisting in her work. Finally, due to the deterioration of her condition, she had to stop her newspaper work for which she had devoted countless efforts. The teacher has been bedridden for many years and has fought tenaciously against various diseases. He has been hospitalized dozens of times over the past decade and has undergone countless major and minor surgeries, and he has been struggling on the verge of death. During my trip to the United States in May this year, I made a special trip to the teacher's house in Phoenix to visit the teacher who had been ill for a long time. At that time, the teacher had been tortured by illness and was so haggard and emaciated. Seeing that the teacher, who was as beautiful as a flower and had a good figure, was ravaged by the disease and became haggard, rickety and shrunken, my heart hurt. How I hope that the pain will stay away from the teacher and health will return to me. However, God was ruthless, and the teacher worked hard and resisted in every possible way, but in the end the disease took away his life. The charming soul has gone away for nine days, and the pure land of Husha covers the wind. My mentor, a charming and talented woman, walked all the way. She was so romantic and graceful, and her emotions were depressed. Today, the prosperity has come to an end, her soul can no longer be inherited, the Fengcheng is dark, and everyone is sighing. The tragic death of their teacher left her students devastated. Everyone sent messages of condolence from all directions to mourn their dear teacher. Later in the evening, I closed my book and meditated, and the past events were vividly in my mind. In the past years, my teacher was as kind as a mountain to me. And I, if I haven’t repaid my teacher’s kindness, how can I feel at ease? The student now only has a petal of fragrance in his heart to comfort the spirit of his mentor in the Nine Heavens. May the teacher teach in heaven, just like in the world, with light in all directions, and students will listen to the teachings in their dreams. As always, in the future, they will use the teacher as a model, be rigorous in writing, and be diligent in life. The teacher has a spirit, and the nine heavens provide a clear guide. In Suicheng in September, the autumn rain falls and mournful clouds fill the air. Looking up at the beautiful face of my mentor, my clothes are wet with tears and full of emotion. In my heart, I just hope that heaven will be free from the pain of documents and disputes. I wish my dearest teacher a safe journey and remain beautiful!