When I entered the first grade of junior high school, I faced a new environment, new classmates, and new teachers. Today, I will introduce to you my current English teacher-Mr. Li.
Teacher Li’s tall figure and big eyes make people feel in awe. The black hair and two "smooth ears" add a bit of humor to him.
Teacher Li’s requirements are very strict, for example: you can’t look around, you can’t whisper, you can’t scratch your ears, you can’t hold your chin with your hands... If you accidentally violate it, be careful, Teacher Li will definitely do it. It makes you unable to eat and walk around.
One time, Teacher Li’s lecture reached its climax. At this moment, an ignorant guy’s mouth was “itchy” and he was talking eloquently. Yo! What a coincidence, a gust of wind happened to blow his words into Teacher Li's ears. Teacher Li glared and shouted: "Come up here and take the board!" The "honorable" person walked to the podium and was repaired by the so-called ruler in Teacher Li's hand.
Teacher Li is not only very strict, but also very humorous. The laughter in English class was so continuous that it almost broke the roof.
That was last week. Teacher Li was speaking enthusiastically and the students were listening with interest. Teacher Li suddenly stopped. We looked up at Teacher Li and saw his eyes falling on Wang Haoze. It turned out that Wang Haoze was not paying attention, and he kept nodding his head without knowing what he was thinking. Teacher Li joked: "You are nodding your head so rhythmically, nodding here and there, and pounding garlic? Then let's go to their house tonight to eat and make notes!" As soon as he finished speaking, the classroom burst into laughter one after another. , the laughter made the classmates’ stomachs hurt...
You see, this is the stern and humorous Teacher Li, and this is Teacher Li’s very interesting class.
2.
Life is miserable, maybe life is beautiful, maybe life is dull. In fact, a person's life is a book, and his writing is you .
My world turned gloomy gray when I was about to become a teenager, and the future became unclear. It seems that the dawn will never come again.
I was 13 years old that year.
For a child, watching his father tear off his disguise and reveal his ugly face. Leaving my mother behind and leaving ruthlessly was an unspeakable pain, so the cry broke through the otherwise silent night.
My mother's love opened my closed heart, and the luster of love still shines on my head.
Life is rough. I fell in love with music at the age of 14. In my opinion, music is rich and can bring you enlightenment on life from different angles, so I told my mother that I wanted to learn music. , the mother was speechless. Treating me like air, time flies by, and countless narrations only get me bored reproaches. I am very sad that my mother does not understand how much I long for music. Bit by bit, I gradually understand how much my mother really wants music. She loves me very much, and she works hard to let me have the best life, but after all, there is a limit to what her weak shoulders can bear. She cannot satisfy her daughter’s wishes, and has to silently bear her daughter’s incomprehensible complaints. I really feel that I was ruthless and ignorant, and I killed my mother's hurt heart.
From then on, I said nothing about music and chose to bear it silently. The helpless sighs made me become a lonely and depressed girl. The sad tears made me have no hope for the future. , in my diary, I wrote down my resentment against the sky countless times, why it made me so miserable, why I had that despicable and dirty father, who destroyed my home, deprived me of my dreams, and my hapiness.
After repeated blows, I was exhausted and fell from an excellent student that everyone was proud of to an average student. It was not that I had no intention of studying but that I could no longer concentrate my attention and had a dazed look. It's heartbreaking. There is no longer the longing and yearning of the past, only sad tears.
Time flies. In the blink of an eye, I became a middle school student. On the first day of school, I warned myself not to be discouraged. I believed that I could start over again. My unremitting efforts would bring me results and I would step forward again. A team of ten, but fate is so unfair. Half a year later, the grandma who loved me the most got bowel cancer. My family kept it secret from her, but her increasingly thin body could no longer hide everything. Those dim eyes seemed to see death. .
Three months later, my grandma passed away.
The heavy blow is unbearable for me. Why
deprive me of the love around me again? I cried, hiding in a dark corner of the room and crying silently. From then on, my heart was frozen, and numbness and indifference were the only feelings I felt.
I live my old life as always, and nothing has changed because of my grandma’s death. Maybe my mother has seen some clues and talks to me every day, and even buys me some things to enrich my life. A potted plant was given to me. At first, I took good care of it every day. Gradually, I felt that life was too comfortable for it and I should let it experience frustration. So, I secretly cut off the water for it. I put it in the sun to dry, and I looked at its high head with disdain. A week later, instead of withering, it bloomed beautiful flowers, attracting butterflies to dance. Is it demonstrating to me? OK. Let's see how long you can hold on. My heart was once again surrounded by darkness.
The summer in June is hot. It has not rained for a long time and the ground is about to crack. One day, I was reading a book and was suddenly disturbed by a burst of noise. I looked outside the house and saw a strong wind outside. It was stormy, the clouds were thick, and the strong wind broke countless branches, as if it was going to destroy the whole world. In an instant, it started raining heavily. As the strong wind crackled on the glass window, the vision began to become blurry. Compared with that The pot will surely disappear like the fragrance and jade!
After the rain, it became quiet and bright outside. I opened the window and the scent of jasmine filled the air, which hit my nostrils and made me feel refreshed. It's pleasant to be ruthless. So I was very interested in going out for a walk. The sky was slightly blue, and I felt countless delicate water drops kissing my face. It was very comfortable and warm. The ground was covered with flowers torn by the wind. Maybe when the fruit trees bloom again, it will be their new life. I laughed, from the bottom of my heart. This peaceful atmosphere made me breathe smoothly and freely, and I was deeply intoxicated in it. I really hope I can enjoy this wonderful moment quietly like this forever!
After a long time, I returned home along the path. When I looked up, I saw that the potted plant was still alive. It had absorbed enough water and looked even more charming and charming. The strong shock made my whole body collapse and my hands couldn't help. The place trembled, "How could this happen? How could this happen? He is still alive." I was so exhausted physically and mentally that I suddenly felt like I was recharged, with unprecedented confidence and courage.
A plant can withstand countless trials and finally bloom the most fragrant flowers, what about me? After going through so many tests, can't I become stronger? If there were not so many ups and downs, would I be in the future life? As long as you encounter a little setback, you will be at a loss? Looking back at the past, I saw those staggering feet. In fact, I have come a long way, but I haven't realized yet that I have become very strong. It's not that the wind and rain are ruthless to me, but that it is using the most severe force< /p>
3.
After a crisp class bell rang, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door. After a while, a slender figure appeared in the classroom.
She has jet black hair hanging behind her shoulders and a golden necklace under her neck. She wears a simple and flat gray top on her upper body and a pair of straight and fitted aqua blue denim trousers on her lower body. , wearing a pair of black high heels. A pair of big and lively almond eyes, with two curved eyebrows. She has a slim figure, a tall nose, and a slightly raised pink lip, which is beautiful. This is our kind and strict Teacher Tao.
She walked up to the podium with a smile and put down her laptop and textbooks. At this time, Lu Yangyang shouted loudly: "Stand up"!
The students shouted in unison: "Hello, teacher"! "Hello, classmates, please take a seat." Teacher Tao gestured gently with both hands and said softly
After the teacher turned around and finished writing the topic, he cleared his throat and said: "Students, we will work on the next article in this class." At this time, a classmate was making small moves below. After the teacher saw it, he walked towards the classmate's seat while giving a lecture. The classmate saw the teacher coming and sat down quickly. The teacher walked up to him and touched his head with his hand, as if to say: "Listen carefully in class and don't make small moves." The classmate lowered his head knowing his mistake.
When some students make progress, the teacher will encourage him, praise him, and let him continue to work hard. At that time, when the teacher was talking to him, his eyebrows moved, as if he was encouraging him with his eyes.
The teacher's expression is ever-changing. When he is happy, he is so sweet, like a flower.
When angry, the teacher becomes serious and does not smile at all.
Yes, as the saying goes: "A strict teacher makes a good disciple." Without the careful guidance of a teacher, how could we write such beautiful calligraphy? Without the teacher's careful revision, how could our composition win the award?
So, we want teachers to spend all the time together. I believe that with the help of teachers and our efforts, we will move towards a promising future and success!