First of all, father
yellow
One afternoon three days ago, my father came home. Nobody was at home at that time, so he put down his basket and squatted at the door to smoke a leaf cigarette. The old lady upstairs thought it was a vagrant and scolded him to go away. When I asked my father about it, he rubbed his hands awkwardly like a child who had made a mistake, and his eyes wandered. "Next time, I must wear a suitable dress."
The house is not spacious, so we put our father and son in one room. Soon after my father entered the room, I heard a slap in the face. As soon as he opened the door, his son made a big noise: "You are dirty, you are dirty, don't kiss me, get out!" I was very violent to my son, and my wife gave me a glare. Father stood by with his hands hanging down, and that night he heard his father tossing and turning.
The next morning, the wife explained to her father in an unfriendly tone: "There are good cigarettes and ashtrays on the coffee table. Don't smoke leaves, don't shake ash. Don't move the stereo, gas cooker, refrigerator, TV ... "Father said humbly," If you ask me to move, I can't move. " When I came back at noon, I saw water all over the floor. Father squatted on the ground, holding a rag and scrambling to clean the floor. The wife walked into the bedroom of cutting and slammed the door. My father was at a loss as if he had done something wrong.
It was raining lightly in the afternoon, and I didn't see my father when I came back from work. When my father came back, his wet hair rested on his wrinkled forehead and he was carrying a plastic bag like pine bark in his hand. He entered the room without taking off his shoes, and his wife snorted and went into the bedroom again.
Father said, "I went shopping. I don't know what you missed, so I want to buy these. " Honey cures stomach trouble. Remember to drink a spoonful every morning and evening. She is a brain person, and walnut powder supplements her brain. Grandson has a bad appetite and is thin. He bought him spleen cakes and had an appetizer. "
Finally, my father took out a plastic bag from his close-fitting pocket and said, "This 5,000 yuan was saved by selling chickens and pigs for three years. I'm useless. You need to get married and have children. Take it. I will go back tomorrow. Come again sometime. Look at your mother's grave and your grandfather's grave. Dad doesn't blame you if you don't have time to come back. You are busy and the unit is disciplined! " Say that finish, father smiled and touched the cigarette. That's the point. He may remember his wife's account and put it back.
Father insisted on leaving. I can't stay long, so I decided to call a taxi to take him back.
My father, who has never been in a car in his life, doesn't know how to open the door. His hand touched the door and he looked embarrassed. I stepped forward, bent down, opened the door, waited for my father to get on the bus, and then closed the door for him. My father sticks out his head with a happy face. He said, "Son, Dad is the luckiest person in the village." Say that finish, raise my hand to wipe the rim of the eye, and look at me smirking. At that time, I had mixed feelings.
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Living in the world, living in the city and living in the officialdom, I have bent over in front of many people and opened the car door for many people, but I have never bent over and opened the car door for my father. My father is a farmer, I am a cadre, my father is a farmer, and I am a city dweller. My father has never been able to surpass our height in his life. But we can have today, thanks to the foundation of our father. My father bent for us all his life, suffered all his life and cared for us all his life. When you are old, remember to share your worries for your children and grandchildren. But what about us? After giving him so much disrespect, just opening the car door for him once made him satisfied and burst into tears. For my father, that bend is a filial piety and a conscience. For me, this is a begging and affectionate tribute to him and all the fathers like him in the world!
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Second, crow's feet.
Senior one student Yang Dongni
One night, at the dinner table. "Grandma, I only eat vegetables these two days, no meat!" As soon as I finished complaining, grandma smiled and said, "Tomorrow, there may not even be white rice!" " "Grandma and I looked at each other and laughed together. When I was a child, I was fostered at my grandmother's house. Grandma is a tall, fair-skinned and elegant old lady. The most obvious place on her face is the crow's feet around her eyes, so deep and natural. Naturally, when grandma laughs, a deep ditch narrows in the corner of her eye, which is not abrupt, but more intimate. So those poor days were full of crow's feet, and grandma was always so optimistic, cheerful and full of vitality. And it was in the days when I lived alone with my grandmother that I learned the true meaning of happiness.
When I was in kindergarten, my grades were a little poor. At that time, my report card was a five-point system, and my scores in all subjects were 1 or 2. I said to my grandmother, "Sorry, it's all 1 2 points." She narrowed her crow's feet and said, "Never mind, never mind, 1 2 points adds up to 5 points!" "I asked," can the scores of all subjects add up? " This time, she said seriously and decisively, "Of course. Life is all power! "But at that time, I didn't quite understand what this meant. I only clearly remember that crow's feet are rippling and a string of hearty laughter is rippling.
Grandma never asked me, "How was school? Can you understand in class? " However, there is only one thing that she will never nag. "Smile and say hello to others. The best thing the poor can do is to show a smile. " When she said this, grandma's eyes sparkled and the crow's feet around her eyes deepened. Therefore, I will pay attention to greet my neighbors with a smile and spirit. After school, I greet my aunt with a smile, and she will happily send me some steamed buns at home. What a good result! Grandma said that a smile is a kind of wealth. She always smiles, so her neighbors get along well with her and are glad to send her some vegetables, fruits, cakes and snacks.
It is hot in summer, which is even more torture for us who can't afford a fan. The soil has lost its luster, the grass has lost its vitality, the trees hang their heads, and cicadas are noisy in the trees, which makes people upset. At this time, grandma will move to a small bench, hold a big banana fan and slowly shake the fan for me, but she is already sweating like a pig. No matter how hot the weather is, she always smiles and says, "Don't always complain about cold and heat. Summer thanks winter, and winter thanks summer!" " "Grandma's deep crow's feet are particularly refreshing in the hot summer days.
When enjoying the cool under the big tree, you will tell me the truth: "You will dream until you die! It doesn't matter if it doesn't come true. After all, it is just a dream. " When I lie in bed thinking about my parents, you always pat me on the back. "Don't mention sadness at night. There is nothing wrong with leaving the sad things until that day. " When my parents took me away, I cried and said that I would always miss you. You never shed a tear and said, "When the clock goes backwards, people will think it is broken and throw it away. People should not always look back on the past, but should keep moving forward! " But I can clearly see that your crow's feet, which have been smiling, are also full of sadness ... Grandma's crow's feet, which carry many smiles, shuttled through my childhood and kept telling me-live with a smile!
Third, high clouds.
Hu
Students like to evaluate their teachers. If there is a teacher with a little "characteristics" standing on the podium, the students will make faces at each other and discuss endlessly in twos and threes after class. Soon, the "news" about teachers will be passed down forever. I remember when I first entered the second year of high school, having such a teacher with "characteristics" became our most interested topic.
Before class, I revealed that this person is over 60 years old, introverted and moody ... Moody? My heart is pounding.
"coming!" Someone exclaimed. I saw an old man "jumping out" slowly from the end of the corridor, and the classroom suddenly became quiet, and a pair of curious eyes uniformly shot at him: what a drunken little fairy! As soon as I started walking, I hitched, my arms swung greatly and my whole body swayed. On the podium, wow, red face, smart eyebrows, tough! He just glanced at it and then gave a lecture with a sigh of relief. Whether you know the new class politely or not, there is always a lot of interesting nonsense! But he said nothing. it is ...
The next day, the anecdote about the "strange old man" got wind. I can't remember anything else, except that PHS said that when her uncle was listening to his lecture, the teacher once carried the peacock southeast on the podium. He couldn't help crying and couldn't help himself until his grief swallowed. Hearing this, we all laughed. This is really interesting and lovely. Interestingly, 30 years later, he will tell us that peacocks are flying southeast. I want to see his tears hanging on his cheeks. (Set suspense)
But here we are! He asked us to learn by ourselves first, annotate by ourselves, then explain a few difficult sentences briefly, and then look at the model essay. I saw a little brewing, a deep breath, and then my face fell and I began to read aloud in a low voice. I found many students snickering, didn't I? Look at him shaking his head and drawling. Is this reading aloud? Oh, this may be called "Yin Oh"! I can't help laughing. But he seems to be completely immersed in the artistic conception of words. Some students felt uninterested and picked up books to listen to him. Gradually, the more he sang, the more energetic and sad he became. When I read Liu Lanzhi's Farewell to Sister-in-law, I saw that his throat kept shaking, not as smooth and tonal as before. I can hear that his hoarse and sour voice is the result of rational restraint of feelings. At this time, in the silent classroom, all faces showed a sad look. I kept gritting my teeth to prevent tears from coming out until the bell rang, and everyone was still very heavy. No one chased me with a smile. (Side foil)
In his class, I am always influenced by his emotions. He is not an actor, but his emotional changes are like unpredictable clouds in late spring and early summer. Gradually, I also got into the habit of reading aloud with emotion. After reading a complete chapter, I will get carried away. Now, I can't help but admire his unique teaching method. I have deeply understood his words: "When you read love, you can understand most of it." Alas, is it because he is moody?
Last year, I won the first prize in school, local and provincial composition competitions. At the morning meeting that day, all the teachers and students gathered in the big playground, and the principal was going to give me an award. Suddenly, he rushed into our team, glanced at me and squeezed in. Unconsciously, he has dragged me out of the team and taught me seriously: "You have to go on stage to receive the prize, then turn around and show it to the teachers and students of the whole school, and then step back three steps, like this ..." All the students around me laughed in surprise, but he smiled. I'm a senior three student, and it's my first time to receive an award. What an antique! Although I dare not laugh, I blame him for making trouble. But strangely, in my short life, I have printed many exciting and beautiful pictures: at the concert of ten thousand people, my accordion performance won thunderous applause; In the auditorium of Changsha Provincial Party Committee, I solemnly accepted the commendation certificate issued by the secretary of the provincial party Committee; I used to be like a little star, and I was honored to travel with famous writers, take photos and watch TV together ... However, those pictures gradually faded with the passage of time, but the scene of his puppet-like mechanical movements for me was reflected in my brain screen from time to time. And more and more clearly, I feel a warm and special love every time.
As far as I can remember, he lost his temper with me only once. I was a senior three at that time, and the school set up a literature club, and he served as a consultant. That day, he excitedly rolled into the classroom and squinted and said to me, "You have been elected president!" " "I immediately blushed instinctively. According to the traditional habits of China people, I politely shirked it. Unexpectedly, his face immediately showed sadness and stared at me seriously: "Do you think hiding your talent is modesty and virtue? "No, now the idea has changed. Didn't you see the report that Beijing was running for the head of the middle school student press corps? Didn't you see the report of the recommendation director? It's better to be a talent than a talent ... "I looked down and bit my lip. Tears of injustice almost came to my eyes. No matter whether you are wronged or not, he just reprimanded: "What is being president? You should clap your chest to everyone and publicly announce that it doesn't matter how many awards I have won. I want to win more prizes, and I-"I was hot all over and my excuse slipped away.
Do you call him an antique? This new idea is still difficult for me to accept. But secretly these words are like a fire, burning in my heart, burning more and more brightly. When I won the first prize in the composition contest for middle school students in six provinces and one city in East China and the second prize in the international essay contest for young people's diaries, I fell into deeper thinking. I have several award certificates and certificates in front of me. In the drawer, there is a notice of exemption from examination for Fudan University. I looked up. Looking at the sky outside the window, ah, the teacher is standing in the clouds in the distance and scolding me: "What are several awards?" I want more awards!
Fourth, my teacher.
Jiapingao
My teacher Sun Hanbo is a friend's child. I am three and a half years old this year. He is not beautiful and doesn't talk much. Usually his parents are not allowed to kill the chicken and cut the fish. He is very kind, but he ignores all the visitors at home and looks arrogant. At first I saw him just for fun, but later I dared not be presumptuous and recognized him as a teacher. Many people laugh at me for recognizing a three-and-a-half-year-old child as a teacher because I am crazy or melodramatic. I said it was your fault. Who stipulates that teachers can only see the big picture from the small? Sun Hanbo! Mr. Sun, he should be my teacher.
The aunt in kindergarten took the children on an outing, and he was among them. The aunt picked a bunch of flowers and gave them to everyone. It was his turn. He didn't answer, his eyes turned white and his nose was fanned. Aunt asked: You don't want it? He said, "Does the flower hurt?" For a beautiful thing, because of its beauty, I often don't feel its beauty, don't cherish it, don't defend it, sometimes feel its beauty, because I don't have it, I hate it, vilify it, and even participate in harm and destruction. Sun Hanbo is merciful. He believes that everything has life and should be respected and live in peace. He should be my teacher.
Watching TV at night, CCTV starts to play the national anthem at seven o'clock, and he will stand on the chair, staring at each other and beating his hands, regardless of whether adults or children are present, surprised or sneering. I don't have this style. For their own personal safety and a little career, they are always cautious and have stage fright. I choose to carry eggs through the downtown area, and I dare not squeeze people. If you are afraid of being squeezed, you can bear it, and you can bear what you shouldn't. At most, I only wrote "turning destruction into fate, silence and slander" to console myself. As a result, I lost a lot of ambition and missed a lot of business. Sun Hanbo is fearless and dares to direct the national anthem. He should be my teacher.
I was writing a banner at his house, and many people looked around and applauded. He also squeezed past, his head tilted and his earwax was pulled out. His father asked, what did you come to see? He said, "Look and write." Ask again: What did you write? Say: "Word."
Ask again: what word? Say, "Black." My writing and calligraphy are not very good, but I have been praised by people and others. For example, I heard someone say that XXX's article is good, but I don't see anything good, but I want to mix in the literary world and prove my appreciation level, or XXX has authority and fame. I must show humility and respect. I need to be promoted and rewarded. I also said, "Yes, of course." No matter what happens, Sun Hanbo doesn't look at his face. If he is careless, he will beat around the bush and go straight to the root of the matter. He really should be my teacher.
In the street, two people argued, first swearing at each other, then punching and kicking each other, and one of them was bleeding. So he grabbed the machete from the butcher shop next to him, and the onlookers dispersed. His father ran with him and stood among them, shouting, "Don't fight! Fighting is not a good boy, no fighting! " People are very annoyed nowadays. It seems that if they eat explosives, a small matter will lead to a bloody case. However, few people try to stop street fighting. Me too. I am afraid to protect the weak from the knife wounds of the strong and conquer the strong. The weak will sneak away. When the police come, they are also involved. It is better to do one more thing, or simply walk away and refuse to prove it afterwards. Jessica, who is brave enough, safe and upright, has Xu Honggang's heroism. He should be my teacher.
During the Spring Festival, friends took him to a colleague's house to pay a New Year call. There is a new calendar with oil paintings of western gods hanging on the wall. God is naked or half naked. Visitors stare at him when no one is around, and he looks serious when others are around. That colleague also thought the calendar was ugly, so he cut a small coat out of red paper and stuck it on his naked body. Everyone sneered at this and deliberately pointed to his bare chest and asked him: What is this? He was playing transformers, having a good time, looked at it and said, "Mommy's milk!" " "
Say, busy with their own operations. Men regard women as gods, or treat them as naked and itchy, but they will never forget them if they don't say them in public. They thought about the problem alone. I think this calendar is such a feeling. Going to the temple to worship the bodhisattva also feels that the bodhisattva looks good. I had a unrequited love and that-I still dare not say-I dare not say, I just want to be a perfect person, a gentleman and a saint. What I said, it's vulgar taste, rogue 1000 yuan. Sun Hanbo is not worldly. He doesn't think he is a god, so he fears, burns incense and kowtows. He doesn't think he is naked and has evil thoughts. He regards it as a part of a person, a part of his mother, and it's over if he says it. He is not hypocritical, not self-deceiving, ordinary and honest. He really should be my teacher.
My teacher doesn't talk much. He doesn't give me guidance or give me homework. He has never been as proud of being a student as I am, but he always looks cold and arrogant. I think, maybe he just wants me to understand the truth that "sharp mouth and blunt, arrogant people are blocked by ghosts". I treat my teacher with trepidation. He let me constantly discover my meanness and know my shame. I believe many people will be ashamed to contact my teacher. So, I have no reason not to call him teacher! I'm not the only student of my teacher, am I?