In fact, I should write an article in memory of my Chinese teacher, Miss Xin Wang.
? Teacher Xin Wang is my first Chinese teacher since I entered middle school, and also my favorite Chinese teacher. She is tall, well-proportioned, with curly hair, fair skin, big eyes, high nose and smiling mouth, like a crescent moon. Against the delicate and fair skin, the teacher is so beautiful and dignified! At that time, she was single and the youngest and most beautiful female teacher in our school! So that the first time we met her, we were attracted by her charming appearance.
Every time I attend Mr. Wang's Chinese class, I feel ecstatic. On the stage, our beautiful young female teacher is tall and straight with a sweet voice. Her Chinese class is detailed and simple. Teacher Wang's class is very attractive. Almost every time we read a text, in order to make us read better, she will recite a paragraph to us in a vivid voice first. Then, let's start reading according to her standards. It's a pleasure to listen to Miss Wang reading the text for us.
I will never forget our study of Premier Zhou. Where are you? The situation of this passage. This is the most unforgettable Chinese lesson in my life.
That day, just as he stepped onto the podium, Mr. Wang said, "Today, we are studying Premier Zhou. Where are you?" "This article. This is a poem. Everyone must read it and recite it with emotion. Then I will read the whole article to you first. " We opened our eyes and ears, watching Wang open his textbook and start reading aloud-
"Premier zhou, where are you?
Dashan replied, he just left, he just left.
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The teacher came down from the podium and slowly walked into the aisle between the desks, while reading aloud in her beautiful and soft voice. We listened attentively and only heard the teacher's emotional reading, which was slow and deep. It was not until I heard the teacher's voice choking that I suddenly looked up at the teacher in the corridor. At that moment, I saw tears flashing in the teacher's eyes. ...
Never forget this lesson, never forget this moment. I like and respect my teacher better. It was less than ten years before the death of the Prime Minister. Through the teacher's choking voice, I deeply understand that my teacher, she misses and loves the Prime Minister so much! My teacher, she is not only a beautiful, dignified and generous teacher, but also a good teacher with deep feelings and heavy righteousness!
My composition level benefits from Mr. Wang's encouragement and teaching. She thought my composition was good and chose me to participate in the joint school competition on behalf of the class. Although I failed in the exam and didn't improvise well, I later published a composition in the school magazine of the joint school and got a small contribution fee of five yuan. In an era when information is not abundant, a junior one student is quite happy to get a manuscript fee of five yuan.
Even so, when it comes to composition class, I always have the same headache as the whole class. I always find writing difficult. I don't know how to write or what to write.
There was once a composition class. Although more than 30 years have passed, it is still unforgettable.
As soon as the class begins, the teacher will draw up the topic, explain the requirements, and then let us start writing. So, everyone spread out their composition books and bowed their heads and began to think. Teacher Wang came down from the podium and paced back and forth in the two aisles. Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and soon, half a class passed, and everyone was biting their pens and couldn't write a word. At this time, the teacher saw that everyone could not squeeze a word for a long time. She said, "Do you know why you can't write a word for a long time? Because you don't think hard. As long as you use all your mind and concentrate on thinking, there is nothing you can't write ... "After listening to the teacher's story, I began to think hard and stopped worrying. Finally, a word, a word, came to my mind and jumped onto the page.
I will always remember the teacher's words. In the future composition class, or when writing a report or analysis at work, whenever I feel that I can't write it and don't know what to say, I will think of the teacher's words, and then, I will think hard and make the words come out of my mind bit by bit.
Under the diligent education of Mr. Wang, my Chinese, both basic knowledge and writing, has laid a good foundation.
In the first semester, Mr. Wang got married. Her husband's house is only separated from ours by a river, and I pass through their village every day after school. My other good friend "Qiuqiu" (because she was lively and active like a tomboy at that time, we nicknamed her "Qiuqiu"), and she also likes Miss Wang very much. So, we often go to Ms. Wang's husband's community to wait for her to go to work. We quietly hid in a corner and watched her go out to work. We quickly "ran away", ran ahead, kept a close distance from the teacher and went to school together. Just because we like her and like to be close to her.
In a blink of an eye, I'm already a sophomore. Shortly after the beginning of the second day of junior high school, teacher Wang became pregnant, so the school stopped her from teaching our class, only the class where she was the head teacher. Hearing this news, the students are very sad, especially me and "Qiuqiu".
We are very sorry that Mr. Wang no longer teaches our class! I feel deeply sad that I can't hear Mr. Wang's class anymore. At that time, we teenagers were ignorant and always felt that it was discrimination against our class for the school to transfer teachers with such excellent teaching results. So as soon as we got together, we wrote a small note and secretly put it in the principal's office to express our disappointment with Mr. Wang's resignation and dissatisfaction with the school's decision, with a view to the principal transferring Mr. Wang back to us.
I wrote this note with my left hand. After writing, we sneaked into the alley behind the principal's office and stuffed the note into the desk in the principal's office from the window. At that time, this thing was not monitored, so no one knew what we were doing. In this way, two young and ignorant children poured out their love and reluctance to miss Wang.
Two years later, we graduated from junior high school. Shortly after graduation, I heard that Mr. Wang was transferred to a famous key middle school in our city to teach with excellent teaching results.
Later, after I graduated and went back to work in my hometown, I met a student in that key high school and asked him about Mr. Wang. I understand that Mr. Xin Wang is actually his Chinese teacher and also his Chinese teacher in high school. Delighted, we talked about Mr. Wang, who was also full of praise and said, "Mr. Wang is an excellent Chinese teacher and a teacher that students like very much."
Later, the bad news came that Mr. Wang had cancer. She was only in her forties at that time. Although she had a hard struggle with death, she died two years later. Knowing that Mr. Wang left, my heart could not be calm for a long time. I haven't seen my teacher since I graduated from junior high school, and my thoughts are buried in my heart. Now, it is even more painful to know that your teacher has passed away forever at such an age. Shortly after the teacher left, I always wanted to write an article to remember the teacher and write down my thoughts and gratitude for the teacher over the years, but I didn't start writing.
Now, the teacher has been away for more than ten years. I fell asleep last night, dreaming that the teacher was tall and straight, beautiful and dignified, walking leisurely on the country road in the south of the teacher's hometown. The teacher's voice and face are as good as yesterday. After waking up from my dream, I felt very lost and couldn't hide my thoughts.
It's time to start writing, write an article, mourn the teacher, and express the feelings of lovesickness.
Late at night, in a trance, the teacher's beautiful voice came and echoed in my ear, as if she were still reciting for us affectionately-
"Premier zhou, where are you?
Dashan replied, he just left, he just left. "
At this point, tears have filled my eyes. ...
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