Wei Wei
The most unforgettable thing for me is my female teacher in elementary school, Teacher Cai. Looking back now, she was only eighteen or nineteen years old at the time, a gentle and beautiful person.
She never beats or scolds us. Only once, her pointer seemed to fall down. I used a stone slab to catch it, and the pointer gently hit the edge of the stone slab. Everyone laughed, and so did she. I noticed with the cunning eyes of a child that she loved us and had no real intention to fight. How well children observe this!
She taught us how to dance after class. I still remember the time when she dressed me up as a girl and performed dance performances. During the holidays she took us to her home and her girlfriend's home. In her girlfriend's garden, she also let us observe bees; it was also at that time that I met the queen bee and ate honey for the first time in my life.
She loves poetry and loves to teach us how to read poetry. To this day, I still remember the scene when she taught us to read poetry, and I can still recite the poems she taught us:
The round sky covers the sea,
The black water holds the lonely boat, < /p>
There are no mountains in sight,
There are only clouds on the horizon,
There are no trees,
There are only seagulls on the water...
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Thinking about it today, she has had such a beneficial influence on my approach to literature and my love for literature! How could we not like a teacher like this and be unwilling to get close to her? When we saw her, we couldn't help but gather around her. Even when she was writing, we watched her silently, even eager to imitate the way she held the pen.
Whenever we are on vacation, we are even more reluctant to leave her. I still remember that before the holiday, I stood beside her silently and watched her pack away such things. Teacher Cai! I don’t know if you noticed at that time how attached a child was to you standing there! As for summer vacation, how long it is for a child who likes her teacher! I remember that one summer night, mats were spread on the floor of the house, incense was lit next to them, and I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I slept or what time of night it was, but I suddenly got up and walked out in a daze.
My mother stopped me: "What are you going to do?"
"Look for Teacher Cai..."
I answered vaguely. "Isn't it summer vacation?"
Oh, I just woke up. Look at that mat, I've walked six or seven feet away. My mother pulled me back and persuaded me for a while before I fell asleep. How much I miss my Teacher Cai! Looking back now, I still think this is one of the treasures in my memory. A child's innocent heart is incomparable even to those who are passionately in love!
When can I see my Teacher Cai again?
Good sentences: 1. She never beats or scolds us. Only once, her pointer seemed to fall down. I used a stone to catch it, and the pointer gently hit the edge of the stone. Everyone laughed, and she laughed too. (It shows that Teacher Cai is reluctant to beat us, echoing the following article that she loves us and has no real intention to beat us)
2. The round sky covers the sea,
The black water supports Lonely boat,
There are no mountains in the distance,
There are only clouds on the horizon,
There are no trees,
There are only seagulls on the water. ... (I can still remember it so clearly, which shows that Teacher Cai’s teachings are effective)
3. When can I see my Teacher Cai again? (A question mark expresses the author’s nostalgia for Teacher Cai)
The person who reshapes life
The day when teacher Anne Sullivan came to my house was the most important day in my life. Big day. This was March 3, 1887. I was then six years and nine months old. Looking back on the completely different life before and after, I can't help but sigh with emotion.
That afternoon, I stood silently in the corridor. From the mother's gestures and the hurried look of the family, I guessed that something unusual was about to happen. So I walked quietly to the door and stood on the steps waiting.
The afternoon sun penetrated the honeysuckle leaves covering the balcony and shone on my upturned face. My fingers twirled the flowers and leaves, caressing the flowers that bloomed to welcome the southern spring. I didn't know what miracles would happen in the future
At that time, I was exhausted after weeks of anger and distress.
Friend, have you ever sailed in a vast fog, driving a big boat nervously in the fog, slowly and carefully
sailing towards the other side? Your heart is pounding, fearing something unexpected will happen. Before I received education, I was like a ship in the fog, without compass or sounder, so I had no way of knowing that the harbor was very close. I
silently shouted in my heart: "Light! Light! Give me light!" It was at this moment that the light of love shone on me
.
I felt footsteps coming towards me, thinking it was my mother, so I immediately stretched out my hands. A man held my hand and held me tightly in his arms. I seem to be able to feel that she is the one who came to reveal the truth of the world to me and give me deep love - Teacher Anne Sullivan.
The next morning, Teacher Sullivan took me to her room and gave me a doll. Later I found out that it was a gift from a student at Perkins School for the Blind. The clothes were sewn by old Laura herself. I played with the doll for a while. Miss Sullivan took my hand and slowly spelled the word "DOLL" on her palm. This move made me Developed an interest in finger play and imitated drawings on her hands. When I finally spelled this word correctly, I was so proud that my face flushed with joy. I immediately ran downstairs, found my mother, and spelled it out to her.
I didn’t know that this was writing, or even that there was such a thing as writing. I just imitated Teacher Sullivan's movements. From then on, in this uncomprehensive way, I learned
to spell "PIN" (PIN), "CUP" (CUP), and "SIT" (SIT), "STAND" (SfAND),
The words "WALK". Everything in the world has its own name. I only realized it after the teacher taught me a few weeks.
One day, Miss Sullivan gave me a new, bigger doll, and also brought the original doll.
Put it on my lap, and then put it in my hand. The word "DOLL" is spelled on it to tell me that this big rag doll is called "DOLL" just like the small rag doll.
This morning, Teacher Sullivan and I had an argument over the words "cup" and "water." She wanted me to
understand that "cup" is "cup" and "water" is "water", but I confused the two, and "cup" is also "water",
"Water" is also "cup". She had no choice but to put aside the problem for the time being and practice the word "DOL
［," for the rag doll again. I was really impatient, so I grabbed the new doll and threw it on the ground, breaking it into pieces. I felt very happy in my heart. I am neither ashamed nor regretful for losing my temper like this. I have no love for the doll.
In my silent and dark world, there was no tenderness or sympathy at all. Miss Sullivan swept the poor doll's rags to the stove, and then handed me my hat. I knew I could go out into the warm sunshine again. .
We walked along the path to the well house. The honeysuckle blooming on the roof was fragrant. Teacher Sullivan put one of my hands under the spout, and a stream of cool water flowed over my hand. She spelled "WN" - the word for water - on my other hand, slowly at first, then faster the second time. I stood quietly, paying attention to the movements of her fingers
. Suddenly, I suddenly realized that a magical feeling was stirring in my mind. I suddenly understood the mystery of language
I knew that the word "water" was flowing through my hand. Such a cool and wonderful thing
.
Water awakens my soul and gives me light, hope, joy and freedom.
The experience in the well house aroused my desire for knowledge. ah! It turns out that everything in the universe has its own name, and each name can inspire me new ideas. I began to look at everything with a new eye. Back in the house, everything I touched seemed to come to life. I thought of the doll that I had broken into pieces. I groped my way to the stove, picked up the pieces, and tried to piece them together, but I couldn't put them together. Thinking of what I had just done, I felt extremely regretful
and my eyes were filled with tears. This was the first time in my life.
That day, I learned a lot of words, such as "father" (FATHER), "mother" (MUYHIi: II),
"sister" (SISYIIR), "teacher" "(TEAHER) etc. These words make the whole world become
beautiful in front of me. I remember that beautiful night, I was lying alone in bed, my heart was full of joy, and I was looking forward to the new day coming soon. ah! Is there a happier child than me in the world?
Good sentence:
4. That afternoon, I stood silently in the corridor. From the mother's gestures and the hurried look of the family, I guessed that something unusual was about to happen. So I walked quietly to the door and stood on the steps waiting.
(My silence contrasts with everyone’s rush, showing that things are unusual)
5. My friend, have you ever sailed in the vast fog, and your expression in the fog Driving a big boat nervously, slowly and carefully to the other side? Your heart is pounding, fearing something unexpected will happen. Before I received education, I was like a ship in the fog, without compass or sounder, so I had no way of knowing that the harbor was very close. I
silently shouted in my heart: "Light! Light! Give me light!" It was at this moment that the light of love shone on me
.
(Use metaphors to express your irritable mood, but the light that follows makes readers suddenly realize)
6, ah! Is there a happier child than me in the world? (Helen was unfortunate, but she said she was lucky to express her optimism)
Winston Churchill: My Early Life
“Everyone is an insect,
But I am convinced,
I am a firefly. ”
When I turned 12 years old, I entered the indifferent territory of “examination”. The subjects that the examiners love most are almost without exception my least favorite. I loved history, poetry, and writing, while the examiners favored Latin and mathematics, and their wishes always prevailed. Not only that, I'm happy for people to ask me what I know, but they always ask me what I don't know. I was willing to show off my knowledge, but they tried every possible means to expose my ignorance. In this way, there can only be one result: failure in every test.
The entrance exam I took to get into Harrow School was extremely strict. The magnanimity with which the principal, Dr. Weldon, treated my Latin essays, proved his clairvoyance in judging my general abilities. This was very rare because I couldn't answer any of the questions on the Latin paper. I first wrote my name on the test paper, and then wrote the question number "1". After careful consideration, I added a bracket outside "1", so it became [1]. But from now on, I won’t know anything. I stared blankly, unable to do anything. I stayed in this miserable situation for two full hours. Finally, the kind invigilator finally took away my exam paper. It was from these clues as to my intellectual prowess that Dr. Weldon concluded that I was qualified to attend Harrow. This shows that he can see the essence of things through phenomena. He is a person who doesn’t judge people based on their test scores, and I still respect him very much to this day.
As a result, I was immediately put into the worst class in the lower grades. In fact, my name ranked third from the bottom in the school. The most regrettable thing is that the last two students dropped out of school one after another due to illness or other reasons after only a few days of schooling.
I continued to stay in this embarrassing situation for nearly a year. It is precisely because of my long stay in the poor class that I gained more advantages than those smart students. They all went on to study Latin, Greek, and such brilliant subjects, and I was regarded as a dull student who could only learn English. I just keep the basic structure of an average English sentence in mind - and that's the honorable thing to do. A few years later, when my classmates who had won awards and become famous for their beautiful Latin poems and spicy Greek satires had to rely on ordinary English to make a living or develop their careers, I did not feel that I was inferior to them at all. . Naturally I prefer the children to learn English. I would have them all learn English first, and then the brighter ones would learn Latin as an honor and Greek as a pleasure. But there is only one thing I will force them to do, and that is not to understand English.
While I was stagnant in the lowest grade, I was able to recite Macaulay's 1,200-line epic poem verbatim and win the school's top prize. This really feels contradictory. I was almost at the bottom of the school, but I successfully passed the military recruitment exam. Judging from my ranking in school, the results of this exam were unexpected because many people who were ranked ahead of me failed. I also happened to have good luck - in the exam, I was going to draw a map of a certain country from memory. The night before the exam, I wrote the names of all the countries on the globe on slips of paper and put them in a hat. Then I pulled out the slip of paper with the name "New Zealand" written on it. Then I made great efforts to memorize the geography of this country by heart. Unexpectedly, the first question in the exam paper the next day was: "Draw a map of New Zealand."
I began my military career. This choice was entirely the result of my collection of toy tin soldiers. I had nearly 1,500 tin soldiers, organized like an infantry division, with a cavalry brigade under my command. My brother Jack commanded the "enemy army." But we made a treaty that prohibited him from developing artillery. This is very important!
One day, my father personally conducted a formal inspection of the "troops". All "troops" are ready to go.
My father’s keen gaze has a powerful deterrent effect. He spent 20 minutes studying the "troops" lineup. Finally he asked me if I wanted to be a soldier. I thought it would be glorious to lead an army, so I immediately answered: "Yes." Now, my words are taken seriously. For many years I thought my father had discovered in me the makings of a genius military strategist. However, I later learned that he just concluded that I was not smart enough to be a lawyer.
He himself had only recently risen to the positions of Speaker of the House of Commons and Chancellor of the Exchequer, and had always been at the forefront of politics. Regardless, The Little Tin Soldier changed my life aspirations and from then on my hope was to get into the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst. Later, it was about learning various skills in the military profession. As for other things, you can only explore, practice and learn by yourself.
7. I was willing to show my knowledge, but they tried every means to expose my ignorance.
(It is written humorously that people there want to learn languages ??from other countries without learning Mandarin well. It also shows the ignorance of those teachers and classmates and my love for English.)
< p>8, the night before the exam, I wrote the names of all the countries on the globe on slips of paper and put them in a hat, and then took out the slip of paper with the name of the country "New Zealand" written on it. Then I made great use of my knowledge of the country's geography. Unexpectedly, the first question in the exam the next day was: "Draw a map of New Zealand".(Written humorously that my good luck and my previous efforts to study history and my love for history were not in vain. But they only knew how to learn Latin and Greek.
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