These people are my teachers.
1
1999, I am in the first grade of junior high school. My Chinese teacher is a middle-aged woman in her forties and fifties, surnamed Lin.
I especially like this surname and its owner, because I am from Handan. The teacher's name is very nice: Lin Anling. In 1950s and 1960s, a noble and literary lily fragrance floated in the local flavor of Fen, Hua and Qin. Based on this, I guess at random: Mr. Lin must be a scholar, and then he may be a descendant of Lin Xiangru.
Teacher Lin looks simple and kind, as kind as her aunt. The voice is soft and pleasant, with a soothing softness. This makes me feel more practical as a child who left home and lived alone on campus before 13 years old.
In order to get closer to Mr. Lin, I became a representative of Chinese class and a teacher's favorite. The story seems nothing unusual, but it is a good teacher like a mother. But I still have deep feelings for some things. I only got 98 points in a mid-term exam (full mark 120). As a representative of Chinese class, I feel extremely guilty and uneasy. I dare not look at the teacher because I am afraid of meeting the teacher's eyes and reading blame and disappointment from them. Even hand out homework when she is away.
That night's self-study, teacher Lin was on duty. After preparing lessons, she came to my seat gently, looked at me and smiled: "Don't lose heart".
Warm as spring breeze, unload the boulder in your heart.
In 2002, in order to bet on the topic, the Chinese language group of grade three in our school divided the ancient prose learned in the past three years into ABC three categories according to the year when it appeared in the senior high school entrance examination. Class A in the senior high school entrance examination this year has the greatest probability. So our whole grade 1000 people reviewed it repeatedly in this order. I am familiar with Class A and Class B, and Class C floats around gently, which makes me feel at ease.
Two days before the middle school entrance examination, I had to go home to recuperate from cramps, and I went back to school to stay the day before the middle school entrance examination. As soon as I opened the dormitory door, the students in the upper berth quickly told me that Mr. Lin had readjusted ABC class, and Class A became Class C, which became the focus! So I urgently opened the textbook and re-focused on Class C that I had not studied well before.
The next day, the first scene, Chinese. The title of "humble room inscription" in ancient Chinese is just the category from C to A!
That night, after the exam, I sat on the side of the road and ate an ugly and sour green apple, waiting for the temporary night self-study classroom behind me to open. At this moment, Miss Lin happened to pass by and came to me with a smile.
"Have you written those eight words?" The teacher asked me about the lofty ideas contained in my humble inscription.
"Noble and proud, content with poverty." I replied that the teacher had talked about this knowledge point many times. "The answer went well," I told the teacher, timidly handing me my ugly and sour green apple. "Try it, it's very sour."
Teacher Lin was so happy that she took another bite where I chewed and looked at me happily.
"Teacher, but how did you know to take this test?"
Teacher Lin chewed a sour apple and smiled: "I don't know, I just guessed that you were watching Class AB. If I changed to Class A, I would have reviewed it before the exam! "
I am happy, and so is the teacher. I think this pair of teachers and students sitting on the side of the road must have a touch of sunset glow on their faces, shoulders, backs and hearts.
My Chinese score in the senior high school entrance examination is 1 10, ranking the top three in the single subject in my grade. But since then, I have never sat in the sunset with Mr. Lin eating green apples like this.
2
My first physics teacher's name was Cao. Listening to the name always reminds me of the red dragonfly that landed on Xiaohe's sharp corner. Facts have proved the accuracy of intuition: Teacher Cao is actually an amateur model, paying equal attention to beauty and wisdom!
A class has excellent academic performance, either the teacher teaches well or the teacher is beautiful. This is really icing on the cake for Mr. Xiaocao, so our class's physics performance is quite good, and I am also one of the good students.
I had just come into contact with physics at that time. Apart from my curiosity about this subject, I am also eager to grasp a useful lesson. So I did a lot of exercises, watched more, and had more "incurable diseases". Then there is what I am most happy to do: find Xiaocao teacher to answer questions during recess or after school!
So teachers are always surrounded by us after class, and they don't rush to the next class with textbooks and materials until the bell rings. One day after school at noon, I answered the questions with two girls in the dormitory and looked at my watch. There is no food in the canteen. "It's easy," said the teacher. "I'll invite you out to dinner."
At that time, there was a small restaurant called "greedy cat" in front of the school. It was very clean and tidy, and it was already high-end near the school. The teacher invited us to eat Lamian Noodles. The bittern made of eggs, tomatoes and fungus was rich and fragrant, and poured heavily on ivory noodles. Compared with the rotten noodles at school 1 yuan, this bowl of noodles is really too satisfying.
We snore for dinner, which is not ladylike at all. The teacher smiled and handed each of us a tissue. At that time, "soul mate" was still very noble in our small place. We took it and sniffed it under our noses, and the fragrance continued to this day.
Later, the teacher said many times that she returned to the office and found herself locked out because we were too active in answering questions. Once, because of the cold winter, she only wore a sweater, so she had to call her husband at work and ask him to send clothes quickly.
Thanks to Xiaocao's physical enlightenment, I finally chose physics-related major as my strength in this life.
One day seven years later, I was admitted to the graduate school of physics and electronics and went back to my alma mater to attend the parents' meeting of my little sister. I was surprised to find that there was a beautiful and familiar face in the chaotic crowd!
Fate is so magical. I stepped forward to hold the teacher, and she began to be in a daze, but she didn't recognize me. I explained that I was your student. The teacher wondered, "I look like you, but what are you doing here?"
I was happy and pointed to the girl next to me and explained, "Sister, my mother has something to do today. I will come to her after consulting the class teacher. " Teacher Cao was also happy: "I also came for my niece."
I talked for a long time that day, and the years didn't seem to leave any trace on the teacher's face. She is still so beautiful. When we parted, the teacher said to my sister, "I taught your sister physics at that time, and now she knows physics better than me."
At that moment, my face flushed and my eyes were red. Through the mist and time, I see peaches and plums are fragrant all over the world.
three
I have two head teachers in high school.
One is a Chinese teacher, surnamed Zhao. He explained his name like this: "My mother wants me to rise like a red sun. Zhao Hongsheng. " The other one who teaches physics is Zhang. My mother said that Teacher Zhang looked like the actor Fu Biao at first sight, and he was very good-looking.
Since these two teachers are the backbone of senior three, they naturally have two brushes.
Teacher Zhao won a wonderful Chinese class. I remember twice. Once, the weekend is coming. Let's prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstone, and have a calligraphy class next week. The students were shocked. That was a real shock. Nani? Did you hear me right? Yes, I heard you right. The students in that calligraphy class were so excited that they wrote on a desk more than a foot square, for fear of knocking over the ink and blackening a pile of textbooks. Most of the words on the paper are ugly and square. One by one, their hands kept shaking like a switch. The teacher walked slowly around, looking here and there. Then he stopped by my side and looked surprised: "Your official script is good. When did you learn it? "
Another time, he was even more surprised. He took us all to the amphitheatre, then turned on the multimedia and ordered a song to play. Music is flowing and as beautiful as spring. Yes, it's spring in Bandari. Then he said, "Close your eyes and listen first, then open your eyes to write and think about something." At first we were surprised, and then we were very happy. Half an hour later, Mr. Zhao read the work by name, and the beauty of the words won joy.
Unlike Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhang doesn't have so many tricks in physics class, and the rules are quite satisfactory. I miss Mr. Zhang because he always stands on the side of students and understands their difficulties at any time.
When I was a sophomore, I fell in love early. In this untimely season, in this untimely experimental class, our figure has become different on campus. Even if we just go to the canteen together and go back to the dormitory together, our grades fluctuate, because feelings occupy a part of our brain thinking.
I arrived in the classroom early that day and met Mr. Zhang, who was also standing at the door waiting to get the key. He took me aside and whispered to me, "Forget it, let it go first, otherwise it's a pity that you study so hard."
He felt sorry for my devotion to my studies, fearing that the bamboo basket would draw water with a sieve. I see. However, I can't sort out my messy mood, just like I can't smooth the spring water wrinkled by the breeze. The second simulation before the college entrance examination, I fell to the bottom again. I doubt my own strength, which is fatal. So I found teacher Zhang and asked me to take 20 days off. I want to go home!
The teacher calmly asked why. I looked at the clever head in the experimental class: "I am depressed when I see them!" " ".Then the teacher was happy, gave me a holiday, and said a word to unload my burden:
"In fact, they are depressed when they see you!"
Twenty days later, I walked into the examination room lightly. After another 20 days, we got the grades and went back to school to fill out the form. Finally, Mr. Zhang called us alone. This just told me that he was worried and anxious, but the result was good. At the end, he said to us, "If there is such a day, be sure to let me know. I am both your family and your family! " He pointed at me and pointed at him next to him.
At that time, there were not many mobile phones in our town. Teacher Zhang's mobile phone number has become the only bridge connecting the past middle schools after our university.
Eight years later, in the golden autumn, we really ushered in what Teacher Zhang called "that day". He was very happy when we called him, but because he had something to do on his wedding day, he wrapped a red envelope and went to the man's house to congratulate him on the first day. Husband said there was a poem on the back of the red envelope:
Signed "Chunguang Middle School Zhang"
Looking at the familiar handwriting, I was moved and surprised. How can a physics teacher have such a brilliant writing style!
The next day, I sat in the wedding car and looked at my husband's funny black face and thick false eyelashes (hometown custom, the family coaxed the son-in-law to wear shoe polish when picking up the bride, but now it has changed to a black mask). He told me mysteriously that there would be surprises later.
When I was standing under the flower arch waiting for good luck, my husband pointed to one o'clock and said to me, "Look over there!" " "I look away from my relatives and friends. At the end, Mr. Zhao Hongsheng sat there waving his hands vigorously, and the eyes behind the camera smiled into two meniscus buds.
Afterwards, Mr. Zhao told me that Mr. Zhang received good news and asked him for a poem on the back of the red envelope. After listening, he must come in person. Teacher Zhang looked smug and joked that "you were not invited".
"I didn't invite you," Mr Zhao told us. "I won't let him call you to tell you, so I'll give you a surprise." The teacher talked a lot that day and was as happy as a child.
Later, our classmates got married one after another, and we both gave birth to babies. There are always two teachers who care and bless these important events in life.
Our teacher-student relationship seems to have just begun.
It's September again. When the sky begins to be high and blue, the summer heat dissipates, and the cool breeze helps slightly, Teacher's Day is coming. The season is just right, which makes people feel comfortable at the thought.