The snowstorm that day was really fierce. There seemed to be countless crazy monsters howling and fighting outside. The snow is looking for the target of attack, and the wind is sobbing and searching everywhere.
Everyone is shouting cold, and the mind of reading seems to be frozen. The sound of stamping feet in the room.
When teacher Ouyang with a red nose squeezed into the classroom, the long-awaited wind swept in, and the "Code for Middle School Students" on the wall rolled into the air like a joke, and another one fell down.
Ouyang, a gentle teacher in the past, is uncharacteristic: her expression is serious and even cold, just like the weather outside.
The noisy classroom quieted down, and we looked at Mr Ouyang in surprise.
"Please put on your rubber shoes and let's go to the playground."
Dozens of pairs of eyes are asking.
"Because we have to stand at attention for five minutes on the playground."
Even if Mr Ouyang threatened "don't take this class, never take my class", there were still a few delicate girls and a few horizontal boys who didn't leave the classroom.
The playground is in the northeast corner of the school, with an empty vegetable garden in the north and a big pond in the north.
On that day, the playground, vegetable garden and pond were connected into a whole by snow.
A much shorter basketball stand was snapped by snowballs, and snowballs rolling on the ground choked people's eyes. There are countless narrow knives on the face, thick clothes are like iron blocks of ice, and feet are like water stepping on ice.
We huddled under the eaves of the classroom and refused to walk half a step to the playground.
Teacher Ouyang didn't say anything either. He stood in front of us, took off his down jacket and half his sweater, and the snow helped him finish the other half. "The operating station is good!" Teacher Ouyang looked pale and said to us slowly.
Nobody said a word, so we honestly went to the playground and lined up three rows.
The thin Ouyang teacher only wore a white lined coat, which made her look even thinner.
Later, we stood on the playground for more than five minutes.
When I was in the classroom, my classmates thought they couldn't beat the snowstorm. In fact, if they are allowed to stand for half an hour, they can bear it; If they are asked to wear only one shirt, they can tolerate it.
Tip: Like many injuries in life, they are not as serious as you think. If it's not serious, it won't hurt very much. You feel pain because you think the wound is hurting and you are afraid of pain.
Faced with difficulties, many people wear magnifying glasses, but some efforts and difficulties, you will find, difficult, but true.
The real snowstorm that day was like a monster outside, and there were countless crazy howls. Snow fiercely looking for the object of attack, the wind groaned and searched everywhere.
Everyone is complaining about the cold, and the mind of reading seems to be frozen. The sound of the house stamping.
Teacher Ouyang crowded the classroom with a red nose, and waited for a long time for the wind to sweep into the room. The "school code" on the wall slammed, rolled naughtily in the air, and fell down again.
In the past, Mr. Ouyang was uncharacteristically gentle: his face was serious and solemn, even as cold as outdoor weather.
There was silence in the classroom, and we looked at Teacher Ouyang in surprise.
"Find someone to wear shoes and let's go to the playground."
Dozens of pairs of eyes are staring at this problem.
"Because we want to stand at attention for five minutes on the playground."
Even if Mr. Ouyang threatened "Don't come into my class, never come into my class", there were still several beautiful girls and boys who didn't step out of the classroom.
In the northeast corner of the school playground, there is an open garden in the north and a pond in the north.
On that day, the playground, garden and pond were connected together.
Many dwarfs want to play basketball, and the snow ball makes a "flapping" sound, and the snow ball rolled into the sky makes people choke. People are very thin, like countless knives pulling out their faces, thick clothes are as ice as iron, and their feet are like a foot in the water with ice.
We huddled under the eaves of the classroom and refused to take a step to the playground.
Teacher Ouyang didn't say anything. Facing us, he stood still, took off his down jacket and sweater, and took off half of them. Snow helped him finish the other half. "On the playground, stand still!" Teacher Ouyang was pale and told us syllable by syllable.
No one said anything more, so we honestly went to the playground and lined up in three rows.
Teacher Ouyang is wearing a thin coat with a white lining, and the coat lining close to him is thinner.
Later, we performed on the playground and stood for more than five minutes.
In the classroom, the students thought that they were no match for the snow. In fact, they stood for half an hour, they stood up, they wore a shirt, and they looked squarely.
Tip: Like many pains in life, it is not as serious as you think. If you don't take it seriously, it's not painful. You feel pain because you think the wound is in pain and you are afraid of the pain of the wound.
This is the first rule. If you think 90 seconds is not enough, there is a very short one behind.
There is a strong lock hanging on the gate, and an iron bar took a lot of effort, but it still can't be pried open. The key came and his thin body got into the lock hole. With a slight turn, the big lock opened with a bang. The iron bar asked strangely, "Why can't I open it with such great strength, but you open it easily?" The key said, "Because I know his heart best."
Everyone's heart is like a locked door, no matter how thick the iron bar is, it can't be pried open. Only care can turn you into a delicate key, enter other people's hearts and understand others.
There is a strong lock hanging on the door, and an iron bar has taken a lot of effort, but it still can't be pried open. Here's the key, and his thin body got into the keyhole. With a slight turn, the big lock was quickly opened. Tie was surprised and asked, "Why can't I open it with such great effort, but you opened it easily?" Keith said, "Because I know his heart."
Everyone's heart is like a locked door, no matter how thick an iron bar you are, you can't pry it open. Only with your heart can you turn your key into exquisiteness, into someone else's heart and understand others.