You are like a breeze blowing to the willow tree, like a twinkling star in the sky, shining forever. You wrote the picture of education with your regretless youth.
I never pay attention to the physical taste of clothes, but I can feel your truth and tolerance. A pair of big old glasses is your sign. I feel like a bookish scholar. The yellow lesson plan in your hand has been with you for many years. The chalk dust falling on the blackboard is the best proof of your silent efforts. It never occurred to me that our hearts can be so close that we hardly need words to express our inner thoughts, a look, a look.
You have no tenderness, but you have won the favor of female students and the playfulness of male students. You have always proved the truth of being a man with your own practical actions. You taught us to be willing to help others and make ourselves happy. Remember a classmate who accidentally fell and broke his leg in a game on the court, so you didn't take a little time to go to his home for tutoring every day, no change, no regrets? A single spark can start a prairie fire. If you are willing to help others, you can light a big fire in your heart.
In the Far East, people are carrying the Olympic flame. Teacher, you are better than this fire. Pass it on to everyone around you and light this blazing fire.
Grow up with books.
According to my mother, when I was still learning English, I always liked to grab the books in my mother's hand, and then I wouldn't stop until I reached my goal! A little older, holding those study cards all day and playing them over and over again like playing cards. It was while playing that I realized that this was a watermelon and that was an apple. Will count one, two, three, eighty, ninety; I also learned simple addition and subtraction in the patchwork. A scene is a whole morning.
I didn't know much about Chinese characters when I was in kindergarten. What fascinates me most is listening to the teacher tell stories. Every time the teacher tells a story, I stare at the teacher unblinkingly for fear of missing a detail. When I got home, I still pestered my mother to continue telling me stories. Those "365 bedtime stories" and "Arabian Nights" are all familiar. ?
My desire for books began when I was in a big class. Every night, when my mother is busy with housework, she will read a book or a magazine. So I also turned over my mother's magazine, leaned against my mother, pointed with my little hands one by one, muttered to myself and read with relish. Sometimes my mother will sneak a look at me, only show a knowing smile and say nothing. I know, my mother laughed at me, but she didn't expose me! Because I didn't recognize many words in it. ?
Because I love books, I especially look forward to school life. I finally look forward to the first grade and have learned pinyin. I like Grimm's fairy tales and Andersen's fairy tales like a duck to water. From it, I learned about Snow White's beauty and kindness, the poor life experience of the little match girl and her desire to pursue a better life. In the past year, I have read these two stories many times from the regular edition to the hardcover edition. ?
Since then, I have been fascinated by books, and I have been out of control since the beginning. "Little Peas by the Window", "Daughter of the Sea" and "Beautiful Spiritual Stories Affecting Children's Growth" have all become my favorites. When I hold Legend in my hand, I am immersed in the fascinating and wonderful legend and understand the essence of human culture. When I am holding a fairy tale and wandering in the colorful fairy tale world, I feel warm and beautiful true love ... reading for more than half an hour every night has become an established habit. Just like eating, if you don't eat for a day, you will feel uncomfortable. Sometimes when I come back from dancing late at night, I will insist on reading for a while, even if it is an article. Every night, I always put the book with countless dreams on my pillow to sleep in my mother's repeated urging. ...
With the growth of grade, those simple fairy tales can no longer meet my needs. Now I have made friends with books such as Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Dream of Red Mansions and The Journey to the West. Books have matured my mind.
I also dream that I can write many good books in the future, so that those children who are eager for books can draw nutrition from them as eagerly as I do now.
On the way of growing up, I have you with me.
The moon is silent, but it scatters the light on the ground.
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You are tall and thin, with a thin face and a unsmiling look, which often makes people feel serious and afraid to approach. But mom said, you love me the most.
That was when I was a kid. In winter, it is freezing outside. I want my mother to take it out and turn it back. When my mother doesn't listen, I cry. No matter how busy I am when I hear crying, I will put down my work, put on my cotton-padded clothes, wrap me up, and then carry me around the village. Give me a hug first when you are tired from work. When I heard my mother say this, I felt that I was the happiest because you loved me so much.
When I grow up, your impression in my mind is blurred, leaving me only a tall and thin figure. Every time I go to your house, you say, "Qi Ling, you're here." Then you go to work in the fields alone. At this time, I have a sense of loss in my heart. I feel farther and farther away from you, farther and farther away ...
Two things happened later that changed my mind. When I was in the second and third grade, I went to learn calligraphy. Because I couldn't bear my temper, I soon gave up halfway. One Sunday, I went to your house for lunch, and everyone finished eating. There are only you and me at the dinner table, and the air seems a little dull. I am busy eating. Inadvertently, I heard you ask, "Qi Ling, why don't you learn calligraphy?" I was shocked and said softly, "I won't study because I have no patience." I was secretly surprised: how do you know I'm not going to learn calligraphy? It turns out that you still care about me, and my heart suddenly becomes warm and moist. After listening to my answer, you kindly said, "I don't want to learn calligraphy, but I still have to write well." I nodded heavily.
The weather is sultry in summer, and the cool melons and fruits are just the right thing to relieve the heat. There are many melons and fruits in your home, but there are no melons. Once, I casually said, "Why are there no melons?" The next summer, I came to your house again, and you took out many white and fat melons. I said with surprise, "What a big melon!" The grandmother next to her said, "You don't know how hard he planted these melons, all for you." You just smiled and watched me eat. I just felt sweet from my mouth to my heart.
Every time my mother and I come back from your house, you always send them to the village entrance. When the car leaves the village, I can always see your eyes of retention and expectation.
On the way of growing up, I have more warmth with you. On the way of growing up, I enjoyed more love. On the way of growing up, I have more hope for you. Thank you, my grandfather.
Growing up with you.
Birds can fly proudly in the sky because of the shelter of the sky; Because of the protection of the river, fish can swim freely in the water; And I, because of my mother's understanding and love, can grow up healthily and happily …
My mother, she is always by my side to give me strength. One day, I fell into this world and came to this colorful world. I am full of curiosity about everything around me, but I feel deja vu about her. At that time, I seemed to have known that she was my angel-my mother, and she would always be by my side and would always accommodate me. I want to thank her, because she gave me the opportunity to know this colorful world, so that I can leave my bit by bit in this colorful world.
My mother, I want to thank you. Because of you, I can cry, laugh and enjoy the warmth you bring me. ...
Later, I gradually found that when I was helpless, she told me what to do; She gave me spiritual comfort when I was sad and crying; When I was happy and laughing, it was she who accompanied me to share the pure happiness … I want to thank her for her selfless dedication, meticulous care, tolerance and dedication to me …
Suddenly one day, I couldn't find my mother in my dream. I searched frantically. I ran all over the streets and looked everywhere where she could live, but I still found nothing. Without her, I will have nothing, no warmth, no confidence, no ideal, and no one who can tolerate me. It seems that living has lost all its meaning. Perhaps, it's me, not mature enough, not strong enough, too weak ... I roared in the dark sky: "Come out, mom, where are you?" Stop avoiding me. Where are you? " ! "With the roar of tore heart crack lung, despair spread step by step in my heart, and tears overflowed. ...
When I woke up, I found that she had never left me. When I went crazy looking for her, she always looked at me silently behind me, and looked at me with pain in her heart. But she knows that only in this way can I grow up, be independent and be self-reliant. Yes, I must learn to be strong when I grow up. I want to thank her. She taught me the importance of self-reliance. She helped me grow up and accompanied me through rain or shine!
Time goes by like water, and now I am no longer the little girl who is not sensible. I understand that giving is also a kind of enjoyment, because there is love. Gratitude is actually very simple and does not need to be earth-shattering. Everything in life can be a medium of our gratitude, as long as you are willing.
What our parents have done for us, we never want to get anything in return. What we can do now is to have a grateful heart and be kind to our parents, a little more, a little more. Never feel that they owe us anything, always appreciate their efforts, be gentle and humble to them, always say thank you, and do some small things within your power, which not only warms you, but also warms each other!
Dear mom, growing up with you, I am not alone! In the future life, I will always care for you, respect you and repay you with a grateful heart!