There are two types of teachers. One kind likes to get along with classmates in harmony, and students are more comfortable in class; the other type is famous for being strict, but they also make people feel comfortable every step of the way in class. , "with a touch of comfort in my heart" is the most appropriate description.
The head teacher suddenly went on sick leave that day. We were blowing the electric fan in class and chatting about various gossips and anecdotes. It was so comfortable. At this time, a class leader proposed to call Teacher Zou. After a while, Teacher Zou trotted over in front of the class cadres, holding a triangle compass and a math book.
The first thing I said when I entered the door was a strong voice: "Turn off the electric fan!" The electric fan slowly dragged the body to a stop, "Zi Ga Zi Ga", and we felt sultry and sleepy for a while.
At this time, Teacher Zou’s strong voice sounded again. Her voice is so powerful and resolute that it feels like it is beating on us, like beating a drum, "dong dong dong", straightening our bent waists again and again... no matter how dizzy we are. Even though I was tired, I had to cheer up and listen to the teacher. Every sentence is like a needle pricking into the depths of the topic. The cicadas chirped outside the window, but our spirits were refreshed and not sluggish.
Teacher Zou put aside his serious face and said with a strong voice: "I have already said that proving a perfect equilateral triangle is necessary..." We all understood immediately. At this time, Teacher Zou usually What he kept saying...but he was laughing secretly below. As a result, Student T couldn't help but blurt out: "Get some benefits!" There was a burst of laughter from below. In the midst of happiness, I saw that Teacher Zou couldn't help but put down her face and smile... Her lips were slightly curved and upward, obviously trying to control... Ah, such a serious teacher also has a smiling side... I felt relieved and felt a cool breeze coming from the window. Ah, it turns out that there is cooling in such a hot day. The cool breeze slowly swayed into our teacher, swayed to the teacher's green and black skirt, swayed the teacher's black hair, and brushed away the pen dust on the teacher... The wind swayed to us again, Suddenly there was a coolness... Our vision of the topic was as clear as the breeze, and our mood was so comfortable... A trace of comfort floated from our hearts.
I finally understood that the comfort of an electric fan is far less than the real comfort. The real comfort comes from the heart, even if it is just a trace... And these comforts are brought to a new realm by teachers with their words, so that we can feel... that comfort at any time.