Memory composition that never turns yellow

The immortal memory is in the east of Zhengcun Street, a quiet ditch with several families scattered on both sides and hidden in the shade. Birds are singing along the way, and the running water at the bottom of the ditch is also singing. It is common for pairs of dragonflies to play in the water. From time to time, small fish can be seen jumping out of the water and then diving into the blue waves. Butterflies are beautiful, dancing on the grass and beside wild flowers. After walking through this beautiful highway for two or three miles, you reach a very open hilly area. From north to south, from high to low, stands a large building complex, surrounded by huge poplars. My Zhengcun High School is here. From 1984 to 1987, I spent three tense and pleasant years here. I have left many wonderful memories here, as well as my figure and footprint. There are many teachers and lovely classmates I respect here. There are many touching stories here that I will never forget. First, the strict but not demanding class teacher I transferred to the first grade of Zhengcun High School, and most of the courses were missing. As soon as I came into contact with Mr Zhang Zhaoming, I realized his seriousness. "I don't want to accept you as a student. I will take the exam in two weeks. You must score in the class this time, and the last one is destined to be contracted by you! " He is not tall or strong, with deep myopia on his nose, thick lips, sharp eyes, cold expression and slow speech. At that time, I was fifteen or sixteen years old, basically grown up, slightly taller than Teacher Zhang. When I heard that, I felt my heart sank and I felt cold all over, and an invisible pressure suddenly enveloped my whole body. Maybe it was in our nature, and I actually answered "Not necessarily. If I come last this time, I will drop out of school! " I was a little surprised to see Mr. Zhang, and suddenly my face softened a lot, and my heart suddenly felt a little warm. "Well, I'll take you to class." Teacher Zhang gave me a heavy pat on the shoulder and touched my ear. Somehow, I feel loved by my strict father. There are two classes in senior one. We are in Class One and Class Two. There are more than forty students in each class. As soon as I entered the class, I felt an atmosphere different from other schools and classes in the same school. Discipline is particularly strict, and teacher Zhang will accompany you to class in the morning and evening. In my impression, during the study period from Grade One to Grade Three, Mr. Zhang seldom studied alone in the morning and evening, or even didn't. Two weeks passed quickly, during which I desperately made up all my lessons. Teacher Zhang comforted me, "To have a rest, you must exercise during recess, don't stay up late, pay attention to your health and improve your study efficiency in unit time." The final exam is over and the results are out. Teacher Zhang is very happy: because I did well in the Chinese exam and was in the top five. I got a perfect score of 40 for the composition, while I got a perfect score. Cai Shuangxi's composition is divided into 39 poems, and there is also a Wang Chaoyang, and the composition score is the third. But I dare not relax, because I am the eighth lowest in all subjects in my class. But teacher Zhang is very satisfied with my grades, because it is beyond his expectation. Teacher Zhang's admiration for me has gradually increased, but he is still so serious that my classmates and I are amazed. Because of my hard work and surprisingly good Chinese class, I became an example for Teacher Zhang and me to inspire others. He teaches Chinese and is also the head teacher. After this exam, he appointed me as the representative of Chinese class. I did well in history class, too. Mr. Wang Tianyou, the history teacher, appointed me as the representative of history class. I have been a representative of these two courses for three years, and I have formed a very deep friendship with these two teachers. Teacher Wang Tianyou, calligraphy is very good! It's a pity that his old man passed away, and I'll never see him again. His approachable and amiable image is still deeply imprinted in my mind. To tell the truth, at that time, students in my class and other classes were afraid of Mr. Zhang and loved him very much. Because he is honest, upright and hateful, and there is no room for sand in his eyes. His strict rules were famous at that time, but all the students knew that Mr. Zhang's heart was hot, because he loved his students so much that he was naturally strict with them. To be fair, teaching students in accordance with their aptitude is known to all teachers. In my opinion, Zhang Zhaoming has done the best in this respect. Suyun Wang is a very beautiful girl, especially with the ability to sing. Teacher Zhang put her in charge of the literature and art work in the class, which inspired her self-confidence and her enthusiasm for other courses. And Wang Hexian, who plays basketball very well! Teacher Zhang specially arranged for him to show his talents in physical education class, which strengthened his confidence in other classes. Han is a reckless but clever student. Teacher Zhang encouraged him to turn recklessness into courage, strive to be a warrior in learning and overcome difficulties in learning. Cai Shuangxi feels inferior because of poor family conditions. Teacher Zhang encouraged him: "Students are more interested in learning than anything else. If you learn it, you will definitely win the respect of others! " In addition to normal class study, Mr. Zhang often organizes very rich extracurricular learning activities. For example, let students learn newspapers, organize students to watch movies, and let students learn to write film reviews. Students are often divided into two groups, and they are trained in reasoning and debate according to both positive and negative viewpoints, so as to stimulate students' reverse thinking ability. Think about it carefully, aren't these practices quality education? But there was no such thing at that time. I remember that Mr. Zhang also organized an activity of "learning from Guo Qinsheng", which really corrected the learning attitude of some students and strengthened the relationship between students and class cadres and teachers. In Chinese teaching, Mr. Zhang was very forward-looking at that time. I remember that in Cao Yu's Thunderstorm class, he divided the students into roles, including Zhou Ping, Lu Dahai, Sifeng and Zhou Puyuan. As a result, the class was full of joy and applause, and many people shed tears in sadness. In the end, many students in other classes were seduced. Teacher Zhang often asks students to prepare lessons carefully and give lectures on the platform, which is really a rare exercise and study for students. When I was in Grade Two, my Chinese teacher in Grade Three needed Mr. Zhang to take classes for him. He encouraged me to speak for him. It is true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. After preparation, I was very successful in that class. That kind is Tu Mu's Epang Palace Fu. At that time, there was a student transferred from Shi Si Middle School named Zhao Baozi. He thinks I'm a teacher, and he adores me. The academy in our class was the best at that time. There are poems, essays, fables, mini-novels, famous sayings, praises for good deeds and special contention columns, which are really colorful. I remember the second exam after I entered the first year of high school. On the basis of the eighth from the bottom, I advanced to the twenty-seventh place and jumped into the top ten. After that, I was really proud and became a public figure in the school. After the exam, the teacher praised me, my classmates envied me, and I was elated myself. At that time, I also wrote a poem called "Ode to the Advanced", which was published in our Academy. This poem caused a sensation in the school at that time, which inspired the underachievers in the school. Lu, a literary and art worker of the County Cultural Bureau, brought this poem to the county. At that time, my classmates and I, including Mr. Zhang, felt very honored. The attached poem is as follows: "Ode to Advanced" was not built in a day, and swords are sharpened on weekdays. If you don't see him, the stars and the moon will accompany you; You know, the early bird is still behind! Look, he is reading with his head down; You see, he is thinking about it with a frown. Look, there is still a piece of toilet paper on his desk. You see, another drop of sweat oozed from his forehead; You see, he smiled-another difficulty was overcome! There are many good things to grind-the gratifying red picture scroll is the testimony of his hard work! One man galloped ahead, and everyone tightened their whip. A flower can summon the whole spring. An example can drive the whole class! Wish: the good is better, and the latecomers catch up with the former! I remember it was the first semester of Grade Two. At my initiative, several students who love poetry set up the Green Flute Poetry Society, and I am the president. Teacher Zhang was hired as a consultant, and so was grade one Chinese teacher Lu Boxin. He revised several drafts for me. Teacher Lu had just taught at that time, but he was full of vigor and talent and liked students very much. The poetry club has been active for some time, and its stamina is obviously insufficient. Teacher Zhang saw the crux of the problem at a glance and suggested, "There are too few students who write poems. You might as well set up the Green Flute Literature Society, which can unite more students and enhance the vitality of the society. " So the poetry club became a literary club, and the weather was really new. Wang Chaoyang, Cai Shuangxi and two girls are the backbone of the literary society. One is Wang something (I can't remember now) and the other is Han Lingzhi, a very delicate girl with an elegant temperament. Our literary society grew up under the painstaking efforts of teacher Zhang. At that time, President Han Jingquan also supported us and revised my poems several times. At the same time, it also tells us to develop our studies in an all-round way and not to be partial to subjects, so as not to affect the academic performance of other courses. I remember that I have a poem "The Man Watching the Scenery", which was greatly appreciated by President Han and published in Shanghai's "Germination" magazine. The attached poem is as follows: I like to walk in the fields at night to get rid of fatigue, change into fresh and cool wind, fiddle with my hair, fiddle with my skirt, fiddle with my piano, make the sky blue and the clouds bright. My eyes are full of birds' flutes fluttering in the soft songs and breeze. I'm looking at the red clothes in the distance. I'm also a scenic person. President Han read this poem and asked me if I had read Bian's broken chapters. I said no, and he suggested that I read some poems by Bian, Xu Zhimo and Dai Wangshu, and give me some poetry magazines "Stars" edited by Liushahe. Even when I think about it now, my heart is still warm and sweet. I don't know the former president of South Korea, but Han Feng, the busy director of the Education Commission, do you remember this now? I will never forget it. Before the holiday, our school had the habit of holding literary class meetings, and they were all very good! Driven by teacher Zhang, our class performed particularly well. Our class not only has singing, poetry reading and allegro, which are common in his class; We also have the finale programs that his class doesn't have: cross talk, sketch performance, singing Shandong drum books, and martial arts performance. With the encouragement of Mr. Zhang, I once sang the Shandong drum book "Zhuge Liang Borrows the Arrow of Grass Boat" to hundreds of teachers and students in the whole school, and won thunderous applause. Guo Weihua also performed Wushu Sanda on the same stage. How time flies, like a white horse flying by. In a blink of an eye, it has been twenty years since I left Zhengcun High School. What a shame to think of doing nothing! Just use a poem to express my eternal memory of my teacher, Mr. Zhang Zhaoming! East and west of Zhengcun Street, there is my alma mater. Sitting on the north side of the ridge. Green water is entangled. At that time, teachers and students got together, like father and son. There is a teacher in Zhang Zhaoming who shines with kindness. Be knowledgeable and teach students in accordance with their aptitude. Pay attention to learning and self-cultivation, be impartial and indomitable. Honest and clean, praised. Self-improvement, everyone saw it. It is difficult for students to repay their teachers' kindness when they enter the society. I don't hate anything. I'm ashamed of what I taught. My teacher is like a mountain, and the clouds are low and the water is around. My teacher is like the sea, and Wan Li is vast. My teacher is like a pine and cypress, green and unchanging. My teacher is like an orchid, often fragrant. My teacher is like a wild goose, aiming at Yuntao. My teacher is like a crane, with the sentiment of ice and snow. But I have a clear conscience and my behavior is not bad. I resigned from my teacher so far, but my heart of learning has not failed. Don't associate with vulgarity, be lofty. My teacher is kind, and I will remember it in my life. If there is an afterlife, I would like to be taught. The pen and ink are pale, and the heart is difficult to express. You can learn from the sun and the moon, and watch the light.