Everyone has his own idol, and I am no exception. Some people's idols are celebrities; Some people's idols are the ancients; Some people's idols are stars ... My idol is Teacher Zhang who teaches our fourth grade Chinese.
Teacher Zhang has beautiful black hair and big watery eyes, as if he could talk. When you do something you shouldn't do, she will stare at you with angry eyes until you bow your head and admit your mistake; When you do something that makes her happy, she looks at you with smiling eyes, as if enjoying something precious.
I admire her for learning to get rich. One lunch break, I was doing an Olympic math problem assigned to me by my mother. However, I thought about a question and tried many times, but I couldn't answer it. I think: ask your classmates, I'm afraid they won't and won't do it; Ask the teacher, but the math teacher is in the office. At this moment, Teacher Zhang came up to me and asked kindly, "Wu Jiayu, what's wrong with you?" I replied timidly, "Teacher Zhang, I can't do this math problem." Teacher Zhang looked at the topic, thought for a while, and then explained it to me endlessly, and gave me some similar topics for me to understand.
I admire her concern for her classmates. Once, I had a stomachache. Teacher Zhang found out and helped me to the office. She was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-running around, putting a thermos on me, giving me water to drink, and asking me from time to time if I was much better. I said, "much better, lest Mr. Zhang worry." "That's good. I am worried to death. " Hearing this, I suddenly burst into tears. Teacher Zhang saw it and touched my head and said, "Silly boy, this is what teachers should do."
This is my idol, the primary school Chinese teacher-Miss Zhang.
Fan wener
Real idols are not all the rage because of their beautiful appearance and gorgeous packaging; Your love for him depends entirely on his love for fans, his outstanding speech and temperament, and his admirable personality. In this subtle way, we seem to be infected by his breath, so that our words and deeds are more and more like him. We learn from him the good and the excellent, and discard the bad and the wrong. -inscription
I have seen many flowers wither under the destruction of time, and I have also heard that those familiar songs are gradually difficult to sing in people's mouths with the passage of time. Only those timeless classics can truly stand the test of time-so can people. Not every kind of people in this world can impress the public, and not every idol can live in people's hearts for a long time. Some people compare idols to vases. Although their appearance is enviable, they are flashy. Come to think of it, it's true.
However, when I was a child, I always believed that there would be such a person in this world. He deserves my worship, I admire, my passionate youth. I have been looking forward to the appearance of such an idol.
When this girl came into my world in the early summer of that year, I was deeply attracted by her pure face, and I was deeply trapped by her beautiful and refined temperament. From then on, I started my crazy idol life. I started watching all her concerts. I started saving money to buy her photos. I began to listen to every song she sang day and night.
I am addicted to her beauty and try to know more about her. And this discovery made me have a firmer belief in her: as a trainee for five years, she also suffered great blows and pressures when she debuted. She held her sister's hand in the most difficult time and never gave up; She adopted an African child with her own funds and visited her every year. She held a charity bazaar, and all the proceeds went to poor children. I don't know how much this kind woman has done quietly for charity behind the glamorous. I was deeply moved by her behavior. As a fan, I often wonder if I can do something for others like her.
I began to save my rare lucky money, and accumulated it bit by bit over the years, and finally it became a big sum. In this year's Ya 'an earthquake, I did not hesitate to donate the money I had accumulated for many years to the Earthquake Relief Foundation. I believe this small sum can cross the ocean to convey my blessing to the people in the disaster area, just as I believe she will be proud of having fans like me.
At the moment of donating money, I seemed to feel an invisible ray of sunshine projected on my face. This kind woman seems to have infected me with her infinite love and actions. Her personal actions have made me grow from a person who only blindly follows idolatry to a person who really knows how to help others.
Once upon a time, the so-called idol was just a synonym worth looking up to in my heart. Now, I understand that a few people worth looking up to are the real idols. They know how to keep a low profile and behave in a high profile under the aura. They know how to give great love to this society with their own strength. Fans are moved by them and can also make a little contribution to society.
This is the power of idols.