So-and-so worships his teacher's foot again:
I am y ashamed of my late arrival in the morning class: the ancient scholars, rising from the rooster and stabbing their stocks on the beam, I can't be as good as what I have done; and touching the teacher's anger, bad learning style, and misleading the reading of the same classmates. Deep guilt, can not be expressed. Even if your teacher does not blame me, I can not tolerate myself. The past cannot be admonished, the future can be traced. But the next day from the new, I hope that your teacher to identify.
Student: so-and-so Bye again
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Translation: I was late for class this morning. I feel y guilty. In ancient times, the people who studied smelled the chicken and danced, hung themselves on the beam and stabbed their stocks, I'm not even one millionth as good as them. Moreover, I have upset the teacher again, and brought down the learning atmosphere, alone the students' learning. Let me feel guilty, the guilt is difficult to express. Even if the teacher no longer criticize me, I have no shame. The past can't be changed, and the future days can be noticed. I can only do well in the days to come. Expect you, teacher, to watch my actions.
2. Seek the ancient text about tardiness
Tardiness review (literary)
I was late yesterday, very ashamed. For the late, I feel y guilty, I know that learning needs to be rigorous, people need to be self-control. I am very sorry that I was late yesterday. But I'm not playing in the academic, but only for the ability to be poor, can not help it, often a powerful inertia and inertia within the heart driven to stay behind, eyes cohesion and immobility, the heart of the fear of restlessness and apprehension. Wandering and running in the dust, often without choice, and then ashamed of themselves. Tardiness, really for my endless life of a corner, small seems to be negligible, but also deep-seated grief of my heart, the integration of fear, inertia, with, fear, mean, narrow, narrow in one into one appearance, so that the family worried, the teacher annoyed, ashamed of themselves. Here I am determined to fight against the suffering of fate with strength, and I will be strong and courageous to make a career.
The first time I saw it, I didn't know what to say.
Yelp (噫吁嚱), woo hoo woe is me! It is difficult to be late.
In spite of this, I am also out of time, as the saying goes: the wise man must have a mistake, although I am good at calculating, but the world of all things, endless changes, not my generation can be fully aware of the day there are unforeseen wind and clouds, the people have to meet the morning or evening, on the way to meet the many things are delayed, so it's late. On that day, the weather is hot, people are scattered and irritable, I also so, slowly traveling to the station, waiting for a long time, there is a car to ride.
As for the car, depending on the car in the clock, lest we lose time, so the car driver to speed up the line, it said: "want to speed is not enough!" I was shocked, speechless. See the red and green lights outside the window are passing rapidly, my heart a little more secure.
A few moments, to the school. Suddenly, I heard a fairy music in the school, listening to it, and realized that it is the *** of the class.
Whoops! I do not fly on the law, no flyer Liu Xiang's speed, how to get to it? All thoughts, know that my life will be over! View my account of the cause, seems to have its way, it is not, all my fault if I can walk a moment earlier, not to this, never today, I think about the pain, y ashamed, is the establishment of this article as a basis, will not recidivism! I hope that future generations will learn from my example and remember! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this again.
4. with a late instruction manual written in Mandarin, urgentTime passes in such a hurry, in a flash my body has crossed the line outside the 7:00. I was helpless, confused in the search for clothes, gently put on, and again so hurried ......
It was already late fall, and there were few pedestrians on the street. The wind is so harsh, the cold air through the clothes, I hit a cold shiver. Look at the sky, than in the past to go out a little brighter, gray-blue sky hanging a few floating clouds. Hear the birds chirping, screaming is so miserable, but I have no intention to stay in this late fall scenery, silently rode on the bike, fast speed quickly pulled me, the only discordant factor away from the picture was perfect. I left, still so hurried, hurried ......
Came to the school, the fierce and warlike security guards are no longer there, I no longer care to prove my identity. Hurriedly walked up to the 3rd floor, pushed open the door of the class, I know my fate, resolutely put down the schoolbag, walked to the back of the class, I know, this is my duty, standing in the back of the class, defending the safety of the class. A handsome-looking, dashing and slightly angry young man approached me, our * teacher ...... through time and space, I came back to the table and wrote up the tardy note he had asked for (which reads as follows).
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Late note
Today, I was late, really can be described as a disaster, and in the morning and upset stomach, hands and mosquito bites. After I scolded the mosquitoes angrily, I began to think: why are there mosquitoes in such cold weather?
I forced to endure the pain and itching in my hands, straddling the car, riding to school. At this time, a voice floated in the mind: "hands by mosquito bites, do not go to school!" But with that sense of justice, I firmly said, "No! Even greater difficulties have to go to school, even if the landslide, even if the sea withered and rotted ...... "Chairman Mao, his old man said:" There are difficulties to go on, there are no difficulties to create difficulties also have to go on." Although I am late, but I can't not go to school because I am late, I have to bravely take my own responsibility! You have to go to school when you're late, and you have to go to school when you're not late and froze to be late. Of course, that's a biased statement, but it still shows my strong determination to go to school. I walked in the direction of the school, I have no regrets ！！！！
So I came to the school, the security guard did not ask me for a badge, so I worried about the safety of the school: what if I'm not a student here? What if I'm a bad guy who kills people and sets them on fire? What if I had TNT in my backpack? With this concept of security, I see the school badge, set up and not set up ah!
I got to class and completed a pass. Although late, but I thought a lot, but also found the inadequacy of the school security ......
If not for the late, I would not have had this feeling, these words, not to mention recognize their own mistakes. Therefore, I am grateful for being late, it is it that makes me understand the true meaning of the earth ......
I regret ......
5. The original text of being lateMy father loved me very much, but he disciplined me very, very, very strictly. There is one thing I can never forget ......
When I was in first grade, I had the problem of lying in bed in the morning and not getting up. Every morning when I woke up and saw the sunlight shining on the glass window, my heart had a pang of sadness, thinking, it's already so late, waiting to get up, wash my face, braid my hair, change my uniform, and then walk to school, quasi-again, as soon as I entered the classroom, I was punished to stand by the door, and my classmates' eyes will be thrown one by one towards you. I was lazy, but I knew I was shy! So I was worried and scared, and every day I ran to school with a sense of dread. The worst thing is that the father does not allow children to go to school by car, he does not care whether you are late or not.
One day, it was raining heavily from the morning, and I woke up knowing that it wasn't early because my dad was already eating breakfast. I listened and looked at the heavy rain, and I was so worried. I was not only going to be late for school, but also have to be mom *** put on a fat jacket, (in the summer) kicking and dragging the poorly fitting oil shoes, holding a large oil paper umbrella, towards the school to go! The thought of going to school so uncomfortably gave me the courage to stay in bed and not get up. After a while, my mom came in. She was startled to see that I was not yet up, and urged me on. But I frowned tightly and begged my mom in a low voice,
"Mom, it's late today, so I won't go to school, right?"
Mom just couldn't do Dad's bidding, and as she turned to go out, Dad came in. He was thin and tall, and stood in front of the bed, glaring at me:
"Why don't you get up? Get up quickly! Get up!"
"It's late! Dad!" I said stiffly.
"How can you skip school if you're late! Up!" One word commands are the worst, but what's wrong with me today? I can't believe I had the courage not to move.
Dad was so angry that he dragged me out of bed at once, and my tears came out. Dad looked right and left, from the table copied the duster inverted to take, cane whip in the air a whirl, it issued a shooing sound issued I was beaten!
The sound of the rain outside mixed with my cries ...... last ...... I was a wretched puppy, was Song mom held on the foreign car for the first time to pay for a ride to school.
Although late, but the teacher did not punish me to stand, this is because the rain can be forgiven.
The teacher told us to be silent before reading. Sit up straight, hands behind your back, close your eyes and think quietly for five minutes. The teacher said: think about it, are you listening to your parents and teachers? Did you do your homework yesterday? Did you bring all your homework today? Did you say goodbye politely to your parents in the morning? ...... My nose twitched when I heard this, and fortunately my eyes were closed and the tears didn't come out.
In the midst of the silence, my shoulder was tapped, hastily opened my eyes, it turned out to be the teacher standing by my seat. He told me with his eyes, telling me to look out the classroom window. I jerked my head around and it was the tall, thin shadow of my dad!
My heart, which I had just quieted, was scared again! ...... Dad nodded and signaled to beckon me out. I looked at the teacher for permission. The teacher also smiled and nodded his head, indicating that he agreed to let me out.
I walked out of the classroom and stood in front of Dad. Without saying anything, Dad opened the bag in his hand and took out my flowery jacket. He handed it to me, watched me put it on, and took out two more coins and gave them to me.
I don't remember what happened after that. I only remember that from then on, to this day, every morning I was one of the students waiting for the janitor to open the big iron fence school gate. Standing in front of the school gate in the winter morning, wearing the kind of gloves showing five fingers, I held up a piece of hot baked white potato and ate it; standing in front of the school gate in the summer morning, I held up in my hand a jade hairpin flower plucked from a flower pool and gave it to my dear teacher Han, who taught me how to dance.