Thank you, teacher.
The shadow of Mr. Wang, who once taught me, often appears in my mind.
With all her love, Miss Wang nurtured us carefully, not only imparting knowledge to us, but also teaching us how to be a man, which ignited the spark of ideals for us.
I remember the first class in the third grade-distributing books. The new book arrived and the classroom was full of joy. I was sitting in the front row. The new book has come, and I am so happy that I can't wait to get it at once. So, I can't wait to pick it up, put a brand-new and clean book into my schoolbag, and pass it around after a little wear.
My actions were captured by Mr. Wang's keen eyes. There is a trace of sadness on her kind face. "Bell ..." After class, Miss Wang came up to me and said seriously, "Come to the office." I walked to the office in fear and trembling. As I walked, I thought: I will be criticized on the first day of class. Isn't it just a class ... I muttered to myself and walked into the classroom. Teacher Wang smiled and asked, "Is your name Zhao Yan?" I nodded and thought: I already knew my name on the first day of my succession, which shows that this teacher is too "powerful". I can't help but admire my teacher. She added, "Please look up the explanations of the words' put yourself before others' and' selfish' and understand their meanings. I will test you tomorrow! " I nodded, glad that the teacher didn't find it just now, and a big stone hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground.
When I got home, I knew the explanation of these two idioms like the back of my hand. The day after the first class, I was called to the office again. Teacher Wang asked seriously, "Did you understand the two words you recited yesterday?" "'putting others before yourself' means that no matter what you do, you must first think of the interests of others. Selfishness' is very selfish, and no matter what you do, you only plan for personal interests. " Teacher Wang nodded and smiled and said, "Well, I know this sentence by heart. How can I relate them to my own actions? " "I, I ..." I had nothing to say, my face flushed and I bowed my head in shame. Then Teacher Wang told me the story of Kong Rong letting pears. Kong Rong is the youngest child in the family. His father took out a plate of pears for everyone. Kong Rong takes first, and Kong Rong takes the smallest. Father asked him, "why did you take the smallest one?" "Kong Rong said," I want to eat small food when I am young. I want to put my ancestors before myself. " Teacher Wang told me earnestly, "If everyone thinks about themselves and everything, how can we show the superiority of our big socialist family?"? "? Selfish' may be harmful! "Teacher Wang's words are an inspiration to me. Yes! I took the new book intact, clean and flat. Who gave it to the slightly shabby book? Look at Kong Rong. Compared with himself, it is a drop in the bucket. So I sincerely said to the teacher, "Teacher, I was wrong. I must get rid of the bad habit of selfishness. " The teacher nodded and smiled with satisfaction, and his sad face relaxed.
"Bell …" The bell rang, and I walked out of the office with relief, but my ears still echoed with the teacher's advice, teacher! We are like trees, and we need your careful cultivation at any time. How can I thank you for always correcting my tilted torso and laying a solid foundation for our growth? Miss Wang!
"My childhood"
Help my mother wash the dishes.
I'm tired of running on the long road of life. When I stop to have a rest, I can't help looking back at the footprints I left when I walked by. At this moment, a clear footprint caught my eye. This footprint reminds me of that incident when I was a child.
Once, my mother bought a big bag of vegetables and saw me lying on the sofa watching TV. She said, "Yan Yan, go and help my mother wash the vegetables." "good!" I readily agreed. Mother went to clean the living room after she finished. I strode into the kitchen and saw a big bag of vegetables, a handful of cabbage, three eggplants and a small pile of tomatoes on the platform. It's silly of me to ask me to wash so many dishes when I was in kindergarten class. Really. "Ah, yes!" I yelled. Doesn't mom usually put a lot of clothes in the washing machine to wash together? So I'll do the same? Mom will probably praise me when she sees me!
Thinking of this, I picked up the big bag of vegetables and came to the washing machine. I stood on tiptoe to open the lid of the washing machine, carefully put the vegetables in, then cover it again, and finally press the power button. Listening to the sound of the washing machine starting, I sat there and thought with relish how smart I was. After a while, I thought, did you wash the dishes? Hey! The dishes don't need to be dried. After thinking about it, I got up from my seat and pressed the button of the washing machine to stop it. When I opened the lid of the washing machine, I looked, "Ah!" I was stunned by the status quo. Where is the food? Cabbage is left with "one man's army", while eggplant is black and blue, as if bitten by a mouse. The tomatoes have disappeared ... I'm scared out in a cold sweat. what can I do? Mom spent money to buy so many dishes, but I washed them like this. Really help me more and more! "Yan Yan, is the food ready? I want to cook. " Mother walked into the kitchen and shouted. I was silent. "Oil your feet-run!" He went into his small room and locked the door. "You, are you washing vegetables?" I only heard my mother crying from the kitchen. "I am obviously' washing vegetables'." I hid in my room, secretly thinking and secretly laughing. I laughed at myself for being so "smart" that I used high technology to wash vegetables.
Whenever I think of this humorous anecdote, I can't help laughing. How naive and ignorant I was when I was a child! As I grow older, I gradually understand that different things need different methods to achieve good results; Otherwise, the consequences will often be counterproductive or even out of control.
Love of parents
Mother's nagging
At night, I don't know why, but I feel a little bored, so I turn on the TV and watch it boring.
"Have you finished your homework? Watch TV every day! " Oh, my God, here we go again. "Look at your paper, you will get some points. How dare you watch TV? You are in the sixth grade, I always say so ... "I let out a cry and slammed the door, leaving my unconscious mother alone in the living room, locked herself in the cabin and fell asleep. If I were a mother, I wouldn't be such a nagging mother!
Suddenly, I was a little surprised. Hey! Why am I old, wearing high heels, a flowered skirt and an apron? How did mom become as young as me and jump? Oh! It seems that my mother and I have switched places. In this case, I must let her know how to be a "non-nagging mother".
I was cooking in the kitchen when she whooshed in, picked up a piece of ham and put it in her mouth. I was about to say "hand washing is really unsanitary", but I remembered that I said I would be a "mother who doesn't nag."
I'm really tired after a busy day. After dinner, I just sat on the sofa and wanted to have a rest. I saw her put down her work and shut herself in a small room without saying a word. "How so lazy! So big, you shouldn't help me wash the dishes! " I thought so in my heart, but I had to stand up and drag my tired body to wash the dishes.
I put on my apron and turned on the washing machine. I was just about to wash clothes. Without saying a word, she took out a lot of clothes from the hut: "help me wash them." I'm going out for a while, goodbye! " I can only lose my temper at the empty room.
At ten o'clock in the evening, she hasn't come back yet. I was so anxious that I called one phone after another, but I couldn't find her anywhere. "It's so late, where did she go? Will something happen? Please don't have an accident! Why don't you come back? " Finally, she came back. "Where have you been? What if you don't tell your family when you come back so late? You are not young, why do you always make people worry ... "I couldn't help it and yelled at her. "I'm not good?" She slammed the door and shut herself in the cabin. "bang!"
With a door ringing, I woke up and returned to reality. Mother pushed the door and came in. "Why don't you sleep so late? Still playing with your temper? If I say anything to you, you won't stand it. Aren't you satisfied? You are in the sixth grade. Go on like this every day, okay I said you didn't do it for your own good ... "I didn't speak, just looked at my mother and smiled. I finally understand my mother's nagging, my ignorance, and the deep maternal love behind nagging. "Thank you, Mom!" "?" Mom looked blank.
With my mother's love, I slept soundly.
"Give yourself a smile"
In the journey of life, it is inevitable to encounter bumps. Success and failure, happiness and sadness ... happen around you. After frustration, how should you deal with your soul that desperately needs comfort and your heart that has lost its soul? One of the best ways is to give yourself a smile.
Smile is around us, disappointment and sadness are around us. How to face disappointment and frustration again and again? I'm awake because I know what to do. Replacing everything with a smile, I think this is the best method of all. I clearly remember that setback because it taught me how to spend my life. It was a final exam. I am dismissive of the final exam. Because I am confident, and I do well in every exam. That I failed the last exam. I can't bear the pressure from my family and teachers. I sat quietly by the window with my chin in my hands. Meditation, why? Why? God is unfair to me. I blame myself and my teacher. Blame myself for being impetuous, for being conceited, for blaming myself ... that night, I couldn't sleep. I came to the balcony, lay on the balcony and looked at the moon and stars in the sky. What a beautiful scenery it is! In the face of all these beautiful scenery, I was lost in thought again. It is this kind of meditation that has changed my mind a lot. My tears dripped from my cheeks and wet my clothes. Tears filled my eyes. I found that God is still unfair to me. Everything he brought me was so beautiful, which was the result of his disappointing expectations and efforts. I believe all this will become a thing of the past, and there is still a long way to go in the future, and we need to fight for it ourselves. Your own destiny is in your own hands. Why not forget all this and accept it with a smile? After all, life has to go on, make yourself happier and have confidence in life. Why not do it? I thought a lot that night. The next day, I smiled at life ... as the article said: in the face of all kinds of setbacks and misfortunes, don't complain about the pain brought by life. Please give yourself a smile. ...
I wish myself happiness forever. Put sadness and pain behind you and raise your smiling face!
"Reading () Feeling"
The education of love touched me.
During the summer vacation, I read Armitage's book The Education of Love. Reading "Education of Love", I walked into the daily life of Amrico: Caron, who cares for the weak, Frandi, who hates the poor, Carlo Fay, a small businessman, and Sidi, who is tenacious ... her innocent mind, considerate personality and habit of correcting mistakes have all impacted my mind and washed my thoughts.
This book was bought by my mother. As soon as I got the book, I excitedly read the first article "School Begins" and felt bored. My mother told me: books can't be read like this. You should seriously understand the essence of each article and understand its meaning, instead of watching the fun. After listening to my mother, I reread the first article. I felt its charm and fell in love with this book involuntarily. As long as I have free time, I will read with relish.
The Education of Love is only about some ordinary people and things, and their ordinary daily life. It is these seemingly ordinary but actually credible narratives that bring readers into a world of love, educate us in love and deeply touch us.
One of the stories that moved me most in this book is the angel in the hospital. Sisillo, the oldest child in the family, was sent to the hospital by his mother to take care of his father who should have been hospitalized. Because Sisillo was too impatient, the nurses neglected to recognize a patient as the father. Sisillo takes good care of his father every day, hoping his father will recover soon, while Sisillo is getting thinner. Later, Sisillo knew that the person he took care of day and night was not his father. He didn't choose to leave, but continued to take care of him. It not only embodies a spirit of fraternity, but also shows Sisillo's simple and kind side. This spirit is worth learning. The patient who was mistaken by Sisillo in the story was helpless and sympathetic, because Sisillo made him feel the affection. Many learned people don't have this spirit. It is proper and easy to love the person you love, but if a person only loves his family and no one else loves him, then he is also a sad person, and he doesn't really know how to love.
what is love ? Philosophers say that love is a medium made of special materials, which makes people look radiant and youthful; The writer said that love is an exciting lyric poem, which makes people feel excited and excited. Medical experts say that love is a kind of psychological medicine that is hard to find through the ages, which makes people dredge meridians and relieve sorrow; Educators say that love is an unparalleled means of education, which makes people successful in their studies and full of energy.
Love, like air, can be seen everywhere. Because we can't see it, we often ignore it, but we can't live without it. In fact, its meaning has been integrated into life, and most people can't feel it. Love is great, not only for individuals, but also for others. Since ancient times, love has been with us for many years. It is obvious that love is everywhere. We were born with the love of our parents, went to primary school, and had the love of our classmates and teachers. Love can save lives and inspire infinite power.
After reading Education of Love, I learned a lot. Suddenly I feel that I have grown up a lot, and I feel that I am suddenly a different person. This book touched me and let me know what love is and how to love it.
"This is my wealth."
My mother's teaching gave me strength.
During my growing-up, my mother's countless inculcations and her behavior of setting an example everywhere taught me a lot about being a man and gave me the strength to move forward. And there is one thing that I still can't forget.
In the thirteenth week of this semester, it's my turn to fill in the class teaching log. When I got this diary, the first thing that caught my eye was the tattered cover and curled corners. Within a week, I will fill in the contents of the log and pass it on to other students next Monday.
On Sunday night, when I was packing my schoolbag, my mother saw this diary and said humorously, "The cover of this diary in your class is wrinkled like an old lady's face, and the corner of the page is rolled like a wool roll." If this is passed down, it will eventually rot. " You can trim it. ""No need, "I said quickly." It's been twelve weeks since people turned a blind eye. Why should I meddle? After listening to my words, my mother first looked at me with some surprised eyes, and then seriously said to me, "Don't think like this. Everyone is responsible for the collective affairs of the class. Why shouldn't you take care of it? "Don't look at others, learn to start from small things and cultivate your own professionalism and collectivism." I'm speechless.
My mother saw that I was still hesitant to sit still, so she said, and kissed me automatically. Find a piece of white paper, cut it into strips and stick it on the back of the log. Seeing this, I silently work with my mother. The crumpled cover stretched out in my mother's and my hands, as flat as ever. Then, my mother and I flattened the corners of every page of the journal together, and my mother even rolled the rolled corners in the opposite direction. I asked my mother why. Mom smiled and said, "This is called overcorrection." Soon, the diary lay comfortably on the table like a flower roll. My mother and I both smiled with satisfaction and looked at the old classroom teaching log with new eyes. At this time, the hour hand of the clock has pointed to eleven o'clock in the evening.
The next day, I handed the trimmed diary to the teacher and passed it on to the next classmate. So far, perhaps no one has noticed the change in the appearance of the log and the short story behind it. But it is deeply imprinted in my mind.
My mother's teaching gave me strength, inspired me to make progress and educated me to grow. My mother's teaching is the wealth of my life.
"The power of ()"
The power of temptation
"copy? Don't copy? " I kept asking myself, my right hand holding the pen was sweating slightly, and my left hand was banging on the table nervously. Always staring at this question and hesitating.
This is a final exam for Huaying, and we all reviewed it fully. Besides, my mother said that as long as she took Huaying Star this time, she would buy me a bike. You know how much I like riding a bike. I must get Huaying star.
The classroom is very quiet, only the rustle of paper and pens. Half the time has passed, and the last question-composition. "How," I muttered, "what exactly." I looked at the composition questions on the test paper and was at a loss. It's no use thinking hard, scratching my head and racking my brains. I read the title of my composition several times and thought it over carefully, but I could only hold my chin in my hand and frown, but I couldn't figure out how to write it. At this time, my mind seemed to be blank. I usually "know everything" and "talk about it in Kan Kan" and travel abroad alone when I need it most. I was really worried, and suddenly I was happy: yes. I have a lot of composition books, and I soon thought of an article. I am dancing with excitement. However, on second thought, I suddenly realized that this was plagiarism, just like cheating. It's really hard for me to do such a shameful thing. Forget it, don't be crooked, don't smash your archway for a composition.
I closed my eyes, depressed and brooding, thinking that even if I squeezed oil residue, I would squeeze out a composition. When I opened my eyes again, the temptation stirred my restless heart again, and I picked up the thoughts I had just discarded. I think, just once, addiction. This essay book is so old that no one will expose it. No, I can’t . I'm about to explode. Plagiarism is no longer a simple IQ problem. This is an insult to personality. Writing a composition is to cultivate sentiment, just as making tea is to enjoy it. This has to pay attention to the "tea ceremony". How can I interpret my Tao with tea brewed by others? Tea brewed with this kind of tea is not only not fragrant, but also disgusting to drink. At this point, my heart finally settled down, as the saying goes, "With the blessing of the Buddha, I can feel pure from my heart." So, I made up an article on the spot. "Bell …" The mock exam is over, and I have written the last word.
After school, I skipped home with relief. I think I did the right thing. Students, do you guess I got the bike?
"I go with my heart ()"
I feel it with my heart
Although He Laoshi is only in his thirties, he has a lot of white hair on his head and wrinkles on his face. But he is always smiling and radiant.
He Laoshi is our head teacher and Chinese teacher. His lecture is very humorous. He often makes us laugh in class. In this laughter, students learn knowledge quickly and well. Once, the teacher asked us to divide the text into levels. It's an article about scenery, and the length is too long, so the students can't distinguish it at once, and they all frowned. The teacher didn't ask us to answer at once, but asked us to recall our travel experiences. The students' faces turned from cloudy to sunny, and then the teacher guided them to analyze the scenic spots, routes and artistic conception of this article and asked them to draw a schematic diagram. Chinese has become an art class. A few of them were so lifelike that they shook their heads. Finally, write down our travel experience. Ah, that scene is very touching! Suddenly, the classroom was quiet and all the students left. "Sand, sand, sand", thousands of races, just like the ancient battlefield in the distant desert, Ma Benteng! My heart is not in the classroom, and I have returned to "Happy Valley". Unconsciously wrote more than 800 words. Just finished writing, the teacher took it. He read it in class and won applause from his classmates. After class, many students outside the school gathered around and shouted "Yes" outside the window, which caused a sensation throughout the campus.
In order to let us learn more knowledge after class, He Laoshi often buys books for us, carefully designs thinking questions and guides us to read quickly. In daily life, He Laoshi is like our nanny. Once, when I was doing exercises, He Laoshi found me uncomfortable in time and immediately asked my classmates to help me to the school doctor's office. When I heard the teacher kindly ask, "Are you better?" I am very touched. Some time ago, several male students in the class made the teacher angry every day. Later, for several weeks, I saw He Laoshi, who never played badminton, playing badminton with those classmates after school, talking and laughing. Soon, they became good students in the class. Once, I was sick and didn't go to school. My teacher is very concerned about me. She always asks her classmates to visit me at home and give me lectures in person when she is free. During my illness, my grades did not decline, but rose. The teacher didn't take the credit for himself, but praised me in class for persisting in studying despite my illness. I couldn't help crying and said loudly, "No! Teacher, this is the result of your hard education! "
The teacher smiled and the wrinkles on his face deepened! I think this is all the result of the teacher's efforts for us.
I will feel the teacher's love for me with my heart.
"past events"
A stubborn tooth
My baby teeth have been "renewed" since the first grade. Four years have passed, and now, my teeth have become almost the same, and few teeth are "holding their ground". Looking back on the experience of tooth extraction, it was very smooth and beneficial, but this tooth extraction made me "deeply grieved."
The day before yesterday morning, when I was brushing my teeth, I found a tooth on the left upper jaw moving vaguely. I licked it with my tongue and it had a hard tip. I opened my mouth and looked in the mirror. Alas, there is half a small tooth in the tooth. I quickly told my father about this abnormal situation, and my father said anxiously, "Yan Yan, we have to go to the hospital to pull it out." This tooth is a front tooth, and its root is very long. Now even new teeth have sprouted. It is safer to go to the hospital! " Hearing that I was going to the hospital, I shook my head like a rattle and assured my father, "I pulled out my own teeth." Didn't I pull out most of my teeth before? There is no need to go to the hospital. " In order to dispel my father's doubts, I "struggled" with this tooth and "shaken" his position as soon as I was free that day. Don't forget to shake it when eating, when doing homework, and also shake it a few times in class, especially when watching TV. But the next day, my teeth were still there. Dad said to let him pull it out, but I refused anyway, because dad once introduced his indigenous method of "pulling teeth with one thread", and I was afraid to hear it! How dare I try? Let me make one last effort! "
In order not to be "ruined" by my father, I made up my mind to work harder yesterday. I pulled it out with my hand, punched it in the face, and even hoped that someone would come straight at me and knock off my teeth. I used to have a loose front tooth that was knocked out by a naughty child, but this "good thing" of "holding my teeth for collision" did not happen. This tooth is so stubborn that it should be "abdicated and laid off", but it still refuses to come down.
Today, my teeth haven't come off. Dad no longer believes in my ability, and without saying anything, he tied this "stubborn" tooth with a white thread. I closed my eyes and only felt my father pull hard-the thread slipped off, the tooth was only half pulled out, and the tooth angle was still at the root, but there was a lot of blood. I begged my father with tears in my eyes: "Don't pull it out, it hurts me!" " "Dad said," no! We are riding a tiger now, and we must never give up halfway! " As he spoke, Dad pushed hard again. This time, I finally pulled out this stubborn tooth, but I still couldn't help crying.
Looking at the "trophy" in my hand-this big tooth, I really have mixed feelings. This is all because he hurt me. However, this tooth is too stubborn, and I believe its deciduous teeth will grow firmly in my mouth. But my new task is coming again: I will continue to lick it and guide this baby with crooked teeth to the "right track".
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