Chapter 1: Teacher's love is like spring rain, moisturizing everything silently
Some people say that father's love is like a mountain, mother's love is like the sea, and a teacher's love is more like a gurgling sweet spring. It flows quietly in every student's heart and infiltrates our hearts.
She has a tall figure and a beautiful face. Every morning when we walk into the school gate, we can see her familiar figure. During every Chinese class, she always appears at the classroom door on time. Who is she? She is our class teacher of Class 1 (3), Chinese teacher Guo Mengqi.
Her class was lively, interesting and rich in content, which made us listen with gusto. Every text she teaches seems to open a window of the soul in front of us, allowing us to see a colorful new world; it is like giving us a key to wisdom, allowing us to open the door to wisdom.
She made us friends with books and insisted on reading every day. She gradually made us fall in love with reading and found endless fun in books. She asked us to keep reciting ancient poems and appreciate the rhythmic beauty that poems bring us. She understands the personality of each of our classmates well, provides guidance and gives full play to each student's strengths, making us happy every day at school.
She often organizes various themed activities for students and parents to actively participate. Through these themed activities, we can learn about the earth we live on, the colorful biological world, and the mysterious Computers... thus enrich our knowledge and broaden our horizons.
She helps me when I encounter difficulties, encourages me when I make progress, corrects me when I make mistakes, and cares about me when I am sick. One time I felt unwell and vomited all over my body during class. Teacher Guo came over quickly and asked me carefully what was wrong with me. He took me to the pool and patiently helped me wash away the dirt on my body and poured hot water. Give me something to drink. Teacher Guo’s concerned eyes, meticulous movements, and soft words brought tears to my eyes. I felt the same warmth as my mother.
Teacher Guo’s love is like the thin spring rain, silently nourishing us young saplings and allowing us to grow vigorously.
Chapter 2: The spring rain moistens everything silently
A spring rain quietly wakes up the earth, spring also inadvertently greens the streets, and the birds and flowers intoxicate the mountains and rivers. Before my thoughts could get out of the white snow and the dead branches and leaves all over the mountain, the spring rain had already moistened the grass on the road and covered the entire earth with green, and the sound of flowers blooming resounded through the sky. . Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night" is the most beautiful portrayal of the silent spring rain that moistens everything: good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The clouds in the field are all dark, the fire on the river boat is only bright, at dawn I can see the red and wet places, and the flowers and insects are blooming in the city.
I am amazed by the magic of nature. The cycle of four seasons changes silently and constantly, showing the infinite vitality of life. The spring rain quietly and gently caresses nature. The trees have become more and more lush after being moistened by the rain. The green leaves are shining with sparkling brilliance. The raindrops quietly roll down from the tips of the green leaves drop by drop. The beautiful flowers are also soaked in the rain. After the spring rain, they become more and more lush. The baptism appears more colorful and the branches are full of blooms. The weeping willows on the embankment are full of green, the clear water is long, the rain moistens the face, and the green is full of prosperity in spring. It's true: the spring rain rolls up the curtains and the green willows hang down, and the stream softly sounds and the shadows are quiet. Moisturizing things silently whispers spring, and once Lin Ran is shocked.
The cold winter is getting further and further away. The whole earth is peaceful and warm, and the waves of the river are warm and lingering. Spring is slowly rising from the earth and the river. I stood on the bank of the Yanziji River, looking at the rolling river water and the boats of various sizes passing by. My reverie was endless, and it seemed that my whole person was immersed in the bone marrow of spring. In the early morning, there were many people outing and watching the river. There were a few river gulls playing not far away, which made the people outing and watching the river reluctant to leave for a long time. The drizzle fell softly, the spring breeze blew slightly, and the rain danced with the wind and fell into the river. There were no ripples of rain in the rolling river, only the majesty of the river. A playful person gently threw the pebbles toward the river. The pebbles bounced on the river a few times and disappeared with the rolling water. ,
The spring rain moistens everything silently, the mountains are green, the river is warm, and even the clouds are so thin that they can’t help but dance gracefully, with romantic and elegant colors, and they never remain the same for a moment. It looks like it floats by in a light and charming manner in the slightly light blue sky, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. The green bamboos on the mountain and the Lianjiang River are also intoxicated and cannot bear to go east. The spring rain moistens everything silently, and everything is so quiet. Growth makes the mountains and rivers drunk, the rivers and seas drunk, and my eyes drunk.
Chapter 3: Spring rain moistens everything silently. Composition
"Good rain knows the season, when spring will happen. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening everything silently." Among the many descriptions of spring rain , I love this poem by Du Fu, especially the folk proverb "Spring rain is as precious as oil". The "silent" "moisturizing" is far more lovely than the "expensive as oil" stinginess.
There seems to be no spring in the city where I live. After winter, there are a few strong winds and a few rains, and the long gowns are replaced by summer clothes. I think those rains are the spring rain in this city.
Although it is not so clear, after the continuous drizzle, the dry branches are full of green, and a breeze blows, and the curly buds unfold their graceful figures. Nature brings spring to us quietly in this way, and his messenger is the silent spring rain.
In fact, the elements of spring are not only spring rain, but also spring wind and spring thunder. The spring wind is always so manic, raising dust all over the sky to get into your eyes as you move forward, and rolling up fine gravel and hitting your face with slight pain. And Chun Lei is always so flamboyant. As long as he appears, he will try his best to remind people of his existence, but all he can do is roar in the rain.
Among the three elements of spring, I think spring rain is undoubtedly my favorite. His gentleness, like a friend, stays with you but never has the heart to disturb your world; His nourishment, like a relative who gives to you without considering anything in return; His dedication, like a teacher, illuminates your way forward, even if All you leave behind is your fading back...
I love this spring rain! I love his grateful heart, which comes from the surface of the earth, but still falls from the sky after soaring into the sky; I love his humble heart, which breaks itself and blends into the soil but remains silent. He never disturbs people's dreams, nor is he pretentious. After a rainy night, when you suddenly open the curtains, all he leaves you is the dewdrop on the leaf that reflects the morning light.
The spring rain outside was still soft and non-stop. In the spring rain, the glitz of the city at night also shed its original hostility. I simply threw away the umbrella in my hand and blended into the spring rain. At this moment, my restless heart also calmed down...
Chapter 4: The spring rain moistens things silently
Gently, gently, one drop, two drops, Three drops of rain fell on the palm of my hand, cool and moist. There was a gentle breeze and drizzle, and Miss Chun sighed and shed a light tear. She is not willing to let go of the earth she has decorated with her own hands. All things are loved by her out of pity, how can she let it go? ! She turns love into continuous spring rain, carefully caring for every piece of land, every tree, every flower, and every person's heart.
The rain is light and fluttering, like a translucent and crystal veil, touching my face. What a feeling it is, so familiar and yet hard to figure out. The rain curtains are flying all over the sky, each one is like a pearl, like a silver needle, delicate, smooth, refreshing and pleasant. Sit quietly on a small stone bench in the park and watch how the raindrops moisturize the earth.
The low-lying puddle was filled with this morning’s rain. The rain fell quietly, but the tadpoles could no longer restrain their yearning for spring. They swam up to the surface and breathed. Fresh air. Yu'er gently gave them a refreshing and cool bath. They were so happy, swimming around on the water, shaking their little tails, as if to say: "Come on, come on, Xiaoyuer, please keep raining, we have to wash for a whole day before we are satisfied!"
The rain fell slowly, and the grass sucked greedily. The grass is green and the rain and dew are crystal clear. When the grass meets the rain, it becomes more lively and moving; when the grass touches the rain, it becomes more and more bright and translucent. Unknowingly, the grass has grown taller, and its body odor is mixed with the fragrant smell of earthy spring rain. It is sent to my breath in the whirling wind. It smells like youth. This is the smell of spring.
Gradually, the rain became fuller and turned into a rain curtain strung with pearls. Tick-tock, tick-tock, the rain hits the leaves, playing crisp music. It stayed on a leaf for a long time, and the drops merged into a small "lake"-like world. In this mini "lake", there is a caterpillar crawling slowly. The little insect seems to be obsessed with these sweet water drops, handing over its body to it, letting it flow and soak in its body, feeling the beauty and joy that the spring rain brings to it.
This leaf, filled with rainwater, was a little overwhelmed. It was gradually bent down by the raindrops. It reluctantly said goodbye. The leaf used all its strength to keep its friend. It fell and bounced back up, bounced back and fell again, and so on several times. Ye'er said: "Friend, please stay, I need you!" "I'm going to other leaves, they also need me, don't worry, I will come to visit you again!" After saying that, Yu'er followed. leaf tip, dripping onto another leaf. Every encounter, acquaintance, and acquaintance is beautiful. Although it is short-lived, the friendship between Ye'er and Yu'er will never change. Even after going through vicissitudes of life, they will always meet. Bosom friends will always endure. Live the test of time.
The light rain turned into moderate rain, and the grass, flowers, and leaves all danced happily, high-fived the rain, and sang the romantic rhapsody of spring. The children were still reluctant to leave. Their mother held an umbrella and looked at them playing in the mud with a happy smile on her face.
A young couple simply threw their umbrellas aside, holding hands, jumping and spinning in the rain. The splashes bounced up and down rhythmically, making a crisp sound.
Yes, Miss Spring is about to leave. She will soon bid farewell to this world full of greenery, blooming flowers, and full of vitality, and usher in the scorching summer. A year's plan is based on spring. Without Miss Chun's tears, there would be no vitality of spring; without Miss Chun's sigh, there would be no coolness of the spring breeze. People tried to stay with them with reluctance. Miss Chun shed tears and did not want to let go of her children and friends.
When the rain stopped, I walked out of the pavilion, and finally realized that this familiar feeling was in tune with Chunyu's heart. It is like a mother's sweet milk, nourishing my hungry soul; it is like a long-lost friend who is about to leave again, allowing me to relive the friendship of the past.
Although I left, I still have full hope in my heart because I know we will meet again next year!
Chapter 5: The spring rain moistens everything silently
One afternoon in the composition class, I walked into the classroom with a spring breeze on my face. Stepping onto the podium, I couldn't help but frown. I found a layer of chalk dust on the desk. So I asked the students: "Which group is on duty today? Why didn't you clean the desk?" The students said in unison that it was the fourth group. At this time, the two students in the fourth group started to argue, saying that it was the other's turn to wipe, and they had wiped themselves. Is wiping the podium worth worrying about so much? The fire in my heart couldn't help but intensify, but I couldn't let the desk be dirty like this. I thought about severely criticizing them and punishing them both for cleaning the blackboard for a week. But I still tried my best to restrain myself, calm myself down, and not make too hasty decisions. So I picked up the rag under the desk and prepared to wash it in the campus pool. When I was about to walk out of the classroom door, Zhao Yi, who was sitting near the door, wanted to grab my rag, but I didn't give it to him.
After leaving the classroom, the sound of chirping came from the classroom immediately. I thought to myself, it would be good to let them discuss this matter and give them time to reflect. Thinking about it this way, I feel much calmer. By the sink, I washed the rag slowly to give them more time to discuss. The rags haven't been washed yet, and the two classmates who were arguing just now came over with rags to wash. I just washed mine and ignored them.
After washing the rag, I returned to the classroom. The classroom suddenly became surprisingly quiet. I walked up to the podium and began to wipe the desk carefully. I deliberately slowed down to let them take their time to "appreciate" it. The classroom was eerily quiet, and they all stared at me in bewilderment as I wiped the desk. At this time, I felt much more relaxed. Later, two students on duty who had finished washing the rags came into the classroom and wiped them with me. I said, "Go down. You guys are not going to clean the desk. I will do it. If anyone doesn't want to clean the desk in the future, just tell me and I will wipe it. Isn't this just a matter of two minutes? Look, there are so many desks now." It's clean, I feel comfortable when I look at it, and the lectures are exciting." The two of them lowered their heads and said nothing, just wiping the desk over and over... I couldn't help but feel happy and said, "If I saw that when I came in just now. It would be nice to have a spotless desk! This will delay our class time. However, I still want to thank you two for cleaning the desk with me." They both smiled sheepishly.
After class, I was packing my things in front of the desk. One of them ran up to wipe the blackboard, and the other was preparing a wash cloth to wipe the desk. I patted their shoulders and said with a smile: "Do you need help?" I pointed to myself, they laughed, and so did I.
From that day on, whenever I walked into the classroom, the desk was always clean. I just thought, if I was faced with two students who were blaming each other, I lost my temper, severely criticized them, ordered them to clean the desk when to go to class, and then punished them both to wipe it separately. A blackboard for a week, what kind of gunpowder atmosphere will it create? If that happens, it will definitely leave a shadow in the hearts of these two classmates, and even the whole class. Besides, how can I still hold my class after all the storm? Therefore, when something like this happens, we might as well deal with it calmly, teach by example rather than by words, and use our own practical actions to awaken and inspire students' sense of responsibility, service and hygiene.
In daily teaching, when we see pieces of paper on the ground in the classroom, we might as well bend down to pick them up; when we see a classmate’s stationery accidentally falling on the ground, we gently bend down to pick it up. Put it up on their desks; when the school assigns tree planting tasks, he actively participates in labor that students think is difficult... and uses his silent actions to silently influence and guide them. It is better to watch student labor than to lead student labor, and to lead student labor is worse than to participate in student labor. This kind of silent action is far more effective than eloquent preaching. The teacher's actions are a silent, silent and powerful language, but this silence will produce a strong shock deep in the students' hearts.
For the internal affairs of the class, the class teacher cannot do everything personally, but it is not a bad idea to do it occasionally. This degree needs to be mastered by the class teacher.
Chapter 6: The spring rain moistens things silently
People compare teachers to gardeners, who work hard to cultivate the flowers of the motherland, and compare teachers to candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves. . However, I would liken my head teacher Gu Jinhua to the spring rain. It is because of her watering that my little seedling grows vigorously.
Teacher Gu is neither tall nor short, and her dark hair is not uneven at all. A pair of bright eyes. The teacher never likes to dress up, she always looks plain, and her clothes are as ordinary as her character, but the teacher who usually doesn't like to dress up looks very energetic.
I clearly remember that when I first entered elementary school, I was very timid. In order to train my courage, Teacher Gu asked my group leader to collect the homework books of my classmates and let me and my classmates Communicate more.
I didn't dare to speak during class, so Teacher Gu asked the students to discuss in groups of four. In this way, we can organize the language well so that it will not be incoherent when we are called to report.
What makes me unforgettable is that at the beginning of class, my mind always wandered. When Teacher Gu found out, she did not call my name in public, but said kindly: "Tian Tian, ??please Tell the classmates what I just said, okay?" I was speechless because I didn't listen carefully and had no idea what the teacher just said. The students' eyes suddenly focused on On my part, my face immediately turned red. After that, I slowly got rid of my habit of not paying attention in class. At that time, I was ignorant and thought the teacher was embarrassing me. Only now do I understand that Teacher Gu has good intentions!
I will never forget a composition class that Teacher Gu gave us. It was the first snowfall in the winter of 2006. The teacher took us to the campus to observe the snowing scene. The snowflakes fell to the ground and quickly turned into water. The teacher also asked us to spread our hands and pick up the snow. We looked at the small snowflakes for a while, but as soon as we received one, it melted immediately. Teacher Gu also asked us to taste the taste of the snowflakes and feel the feeling of the snowflakes falling on our faces. With the teacher taking us to observe on the spot, we can write vivid and interesting compositions.
In order to give us every lesson and let us master more knowledge, the teacher does not hesitate to sacrifice his own rest time. In order to let the students get the final exam papers one day earlier, the teacher worked overtime all night. Sometimes he didn't even bother to cook dinner, so he had to eat instant noodles to satisfy his hunger. In order to give us a good lesson on "Remembering the Double Dragon Cave of Jinhua", the teacher used the weekends to search for relevant pictures and information on the Internet, making our class colorful and interesting. It seemed that we witnessed the magical scenery inside the cave with our own eyes.
You are very strict about teaching. You never let go of a typo, which taught me to be meticulous in doing things. You never care about or worry about students who disrupt the classroom order and disrespect others. Take the trouble to persuade and give students face and the opportunity to correct their mistakes. I learned how to treat others. Your teachings are like the dew of spring nourishing my young heart. Teacher, we will always remember your kindness in our hearts. We will love you forever and wish you health and happiness.