Smooth and beautiful music ... all the most beautiful sounds are woven into the most beautiful music and flow in your heart.
But there are always some voices echoing in my ears, touching the softest place in my heart.
Mother's voice is delicate. Mom will rush into her ears with fragrant clothes in the morning.
Urged:' Baby, get up! Otherwise, we will be late. "After breakfast, she will give it away."
Be careful on the road and listen carefully in class. "If so. Never seem to get tired of it.
Now I live on campus, but every time I call, she always asks the same question.
Question: "Did you eat well? Is it cold? ..... "Although every time is through.
The cold telephone line conveys my mother's voice, but I can feel her gentle gaze when she speaks.
Love. Oh, my mother's voice echoes in my ears like a clear spring. ...
Dad's voice is very thick. Dad doesn't like to talk. My mother and I are usually at home.
He laughed loudly and just listened in silence. Although he is taciturn, he speaks politely.
It is thick and thick, like a dark drum, with little echo but long sound. straight
Because of this, what I fear most is his voice when he is angry. But when I have a question,
He will patiently explain; When I keep making the same mistake, he will yell at me sharply; When I took the exam,
He used to comfort me when I was nervous. Oh, dad's voice is like wine.
I have tinnitus. ...
My friend's voice is warm. Whenever I face the unknown darkness, I always want to escape, but I can return.
There was nothing I could do. I hesitated and panicked, so I buried my face in my arm and cried quietly.
At this time, someone will gently hug my trembling body and attach it to my ear: "Don't be afraid,
We will help you! "The heat between my lips and my teeth makes me feel like a spring breeze. They are
That unique warmth strengthened my trembling body, and I walked forward with their blessings with a smile.
Go straight! Oh, my friend's voice echoed in my ears like a flame. ...
Different sentences, different intonations, different expressions ... although different, but
There is a common source-the voice of love. No matter how many setbacks and difficulties, this love
Your voice has been echoing in my ears, giving me the most powerful power!
2. That voice often rings in my ear, write down my wishes.
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are not your efforts! Poetry and songs can't stop praising you! You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge; You moistened the beautiful fruit of our feelings with the clear spring of your heart. In this unusual festival, offer our deep blessing!
The missing gardener
Everything in the past will be a beautiful memory-teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater, and you ... If time can go back, let me go back to my student days-dear teacher, how much I want to listen to your earnest teachings again ... After a long time, your voice often rings in my ears; Your figure often appears in front of my eyes; Your teachings, in my heart forever ... Life is an endless road. I walk, walk, keep walking. When I am tired and slack, your firm face, firm voice and tenacious spirit will float in my memory. Teacher, you have taught me life, how can I forget you! Whenever I harvest, I can't help but miss the hard-working cultivator-the teacher. Teacher, although I have been away for a long time, your image seems to be a bright light, which has been flashing in my heart. Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory and floating it in the lake of missing. The clothes are still the same, and the lights are still the same. Your familiar blackboard writing and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days. Oh, teacher ... Miss you, dear teacher! I cherish the gaze of your bright eyes in my heart. They are like clear springs with two eyes, flowing in my heart forever ... People who drink poison to quench their thirst cherish its source and learn from it when they succeed.
Admire the gardener
You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotion, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes ... you are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you! The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal. Your thoughts and words are full of poetry and philosophy, and they are so magical. How many wonderful ripples they have aroused in my heart! You respect sincerity and honesty, which is regarded as the rule of life. You are a model in the eyes of our students. I worship great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher, you. You are strict with us and take your own actions as an example. Once your suggestion, request or even order is put forward, we must do it, but it always makes us believe in it and act consciously. This is the tall image you left in my heart. In my heart, you are the most severe father and the most kind mother; You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher. Your voice and smile always flash in front of my eyes; You are a kind of character and personality, which will always be treasured in the depths of my memory. Ah, teacher-the engineer of human soul, only this glorious name has the connotation as rich as the sea and as deep as the blue! Teacher, this dazzling name, like a brilliant star, will always hang high on our chest. Even if my temples are gray, I will still sincerely call you a teacher! In front of this sacred and lofty word, I will always be a student who needs enlightenment! In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing on the vast sea, guiding our forward voyage forever! Don't hesitate to burn yourself and release all the heat, all the light and all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired! Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered. I also want to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable. In the eyes of students, you are "the real seed, the messenger of goodness and the banner of beauty". You are a charcoal fire in winter, a stepping stone in the turbulent flow under the shade in hot summer, and a beacon light in the foggy sea. -teacher, you set an example, educate people well, and be a ladder, which is unforgettable!
The voice echoed in my ears. What is happiness in about 650 words? I often ask myself that happiness is a reminder around me. These reminders, now I understand, turned out to be a wonderful music, very wonderful.
"Dudu, be careful on the way to school, and listen to class, okay?" "Ok, Mom, goodbye!" Before, when I went to school every day, my mother would never forget to remind me. At that time, I listened to my mother's words and I would reply very cleverly.
Gradually, I grew up and became impatient with this kind of persuasion. "Doodle, remember to be careful in the exam. Listen carefully in class, you know! " "I know, I know, don't bother!" I waved and said, then my mother sighed and closed the car door. Of course, I don't care about my mother's sigh, because all I can think about is what to do in art class today.
After school, my friends and I held hands and discussed our homework together. "hey! There are so many Chinese homework today! " "Yes, I agree!" "My home is here, see you tomorrow!" In a blink of an eye, it was time for me to break up with my friends again. "alas! Why are happy times so short? " I complained about going upstairs.
"DuDu, how come it's so late!" "Yes, I played with my classmates for a while. Are you bored? " I pushed open the door of the room and angrily wrote my homework, leaving my mother standing there.
I opened the extracurricular reading homework of Chinese books. Suddenly I saw a composition called happiness. After a while, my tears came down. At this time, my mother came in with a glass of milk and asked lovingly; "Drink milk?" My heart is warm. It turns out that persuasion is also happiness, so let that sentence be in my ear forever!
My mother's words echoed in my ears for a long time, and every word warmed me.
I hope to adopt O(∩_∩)O~
When I was born, when I babbled, when I was a toddler, my mother's nagging was almost everywhere: I was afraid of my pain, I was wronged, I was afraid of my cold, I was afraid of my hot, I was afraid of my hunger … These nagging wrapped around my innocent childhood and brought me happy moments! Looking at my mother's loving eyes, I know that my mother's nagging is a deep maternal love, which irrigates my childhood. Enjoy this sweetness and feel this affection. My childhood was really good!
Some people may say that listening to mother's nagging too much is a kind of mania and a kind of reprimand. But it sounds to me that from the time I learned to walk, from the time I stepped into the campus, my mother's nagging echoed in my ears almost every day: be safe outside! Did you bring your books and homework? Don't drink raw water when you are thirsty! ..... For more than ten years, this is the most beautiful and beautiful language that is repeated every day in the world. It is so kind and amiable that it echoes in my ears all the time and warms my heart.
Some people may say that mother's nagging and repetition are the constraints on children's growth, and even the promoter of children's "rebellious consciousness." I bid farewell to my childhood, and under my mother's nagging and concern, I finally felt the trouble of growing up after nagging and watering! Since I entered junior high school, I thought I had grown up, and I always felt "more annoying recently", because I was eager to fly freely and finally got tired of listening to these nagging. In my eyes, does my mother's nagging distrust my children? Am I a child who will never grow up in your eyes?
I am often confused and annoyed by such nagging bombing: it has been some time since I went out with my schoolbag on my back, and my mother is still mumbling something at the door; When I was eating, my mother's nagging bit me like a little mouse that suddenly slipped out: don't eat in such a hurry, chew slowly and don't choke; Just stayed on the sofa for a few minutes, my mother's nagging quietly reminded me like a small whip: it's getting late, go and do your homework; After playing outside, my mother's nagging stuck to me like a mosquito: Who are you playing with? what are you playing？ Did you have fun? One question mark after another bombarded my ears, which made me a little bored. I just pushed the door hard and shut my mother and nagging out of my little house. Alas, as time goes by, I grow up day by day, and my mother's nagging is like cell division and growth, spreading to all places where I exist. When I grow up, why is my mother's nagging not as good as before?
It's late at night, dead of night. Mother Moon is playing hide-and-seek with the stars in the sky, but I lie in bed, close my eyes and let my thoughts fly: how free a star is, how free it is in the vast sky, how happy it is to be a kite, how comfortable it is to be a bird among white clouds, and how comfortable it is to play and chase in the green branches and leaves ... However, I saw Mother Moon carefully combing the eyelashes of the stars with holy moonlight, and I felt the mother earth.
When I grow up, I finally understand that as long as I listen and feel with my heart, my mother's nagging is really a special kind of love, and it is the sunshine and spring rain that I thrive on.
Back to my childhood in my fantasy, my happy running figure is getting more and more vigorous in my mother's nagging!
Let my mother's nagging irrigate my life. Yesterday, today, tomorrow, no matter how time passes, I will shout to the sky, the earth and my concerned mother at sunset: I am glad for myself, because I grew up with my mother's nagging. ...
5. Ask for an essay entitled "Bing Bing, walk slowly on the road and cross the road carefully!" ! "I see."
I said impatiently. I remember I hated my mother's nagging at that time, and every time she advised me, I refused mercilessly.
Now think about it. I'm sorry, mom. I was woken up by my mother early that day.
While I was still complaining in bed and in a bad mood, my mother pulled me up. This makes me very angry.
So I yelled, "Leave me alone!" "Mom is very angry." Get up! "So my mother and I had a fight.
Then I went to school happily. Nevertheless, my mother said "Be careful on the road" before leaving. To tell the truth, I was almost touched, but I twisted my head and slammed the door.
I thought a lot on my way to school. I wonder why my mother was so angry that she didn't forget to tell me. I thought, why does mother say such things every day? I want to … go to school for a day, but I've been absent-minded After school, I ran home quickly. I didn't say anything. I put down my schoolbag and do my homework. When I saw my mother, she walked away silently.
In the evening, I sincerely apologize to my mother. There was a lot of homework that day.
I see my mother will accompany me to do my homework at the desk. I only said to my mother, "I'm hungry." My mother went to the kitchen to cook for me.
I cried. I was moved.
Mom used to be like this. I didn't find it. But from that day on.
I found that I knew I was grateful, and I found that I became happy; I found my mother better than before. It's not really mom.
I hate my mother's nagging. Mom used to be like this.
Travel frequently. I was angry when I saw my mother? I think.
But I can always feel those voices echoing in my ears. I was woken up by my mother early that day? I think ... after a day of school, my mother pulled me up and couldn't find me. "
I said impatiently, I only said to my mother, "I'm hungry." I see my mother will accompany me to do my homework at the desk.
I cried. "Mom went to the kitchen to cook for me.
I can't hear you. My mother is better than before. It's not that my mother has become better and can't nag me anymore. And I'm still complaining in bed, but it's all those nagging. I ran home, "Bing Bing, school is over.
On my way to school. But now I am a nostalgic voice. I was almost touched, but I still twisted my head hard. I wonder why my mother was so angry and didn't forget to tell me to walk slowly. I've thought a lot about why my mother says such things every day. Every time she urged me, she was ruthlessly rejected and slammed the door.
So I shouted, and my mother said "Be careful on the road" before I left. To tell the truth, I sincerely apologized to my mother. Then I went to school happily.
But from that day on. I didn't say anything. I have a lot of homework.
I was moved. That day.
Remember that time. "Get up!" So I fought with my mother, but I began to understand the love in the world.
Now, my hair is gray and I'm in a bad mood. Actually, I found that I became happy.
I found my mother walking away silently; I found it! "I see." Don't bother me. Put down your schoolbag and do your homework. My mother is old. At night! "My mother is angry, but I am always absent-minded.
However, when I grow up, I know I am grateful. But times have changed, so be careful when crossing the road.
Now think about it. I'm sorry, mom.
6. Discourse composition 1 reverberates in the ear
Whenever I encounter difficulties, that sentence always rings in my ear, which makes me face all kinds of difficulties with confidence again. That sentence is: "Don't lose heart in the face of difficulties, cheer up again!" " "Although this sentence is very short, it is not grandiose, but it seems to have a kind of magic. Every time I think about it, I will feel more confident and cope with all difficulties.
I remember it was a spring three years ago. I was always absent-minded in class and my study was not ideal. I don't like sports. Sports often fail. As a result, inferiority and failure hit me again and again like waves. Teachers don't like me, classmates look down on me, and naughty classmates often bully me. When I was at school, I often hid in the corner of the classroom alone, crying in a low voice, and tears covered my face. I felt so dark around, as if everyone around me was laughing at me, and I felt so helpless.
Once, I was bullied by another classmate. I felt sad, so I ran to the corner of the playground and squatted down as usual. Just when I was about to cry, I suddenly found some ants crawling under my feet. They tried to carry a piece of bread crumbs. They moved very hard, but the crumbs were too big for them. However, these ants did not lose heart. I saw the ants grinding around the crumbs, busy, lifting them up again and again and rolling them down again and again. Ants still overcome them again and again in various ways. They work so hard that they seem to encourage each other every time: "one, two, one, two, one!" " Finally, it was worth it, and the crumbs finally moved. Although it was slow, they succeeded.
Seeing this, I suddenly remembered what my father said to me: "Don't lose heart in the face of difficulties, but cheer up again!" " "I suddenly realized, thinking:" Even such a weak ant can face difficulties without fear, and I, a primary school student, feel depressed when I encounter some difficulties. What a failure! " I immediately stood up and strode to the classroom. At this time, disappointment and sadness have disappeared like passing clouds, and happiness and confidence have returned to my face.
Later, I listened carefully in class and did recess sports with my classmates after class. My ability has soared, my classmates are all impressed with me, and my relationship with my classmates is getting more and more harmonious.
Until now, whenever I encounter difficulties and can't tell the direction, I will use that sentence to encourage me. That sentence helps me identify my direction like a compass, and that sentence will benefit me for life.
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"Laughter is a fortune" I gradually realized the meaning of this sentence. Laughter is not only the movement of facial muscles, but also an optimism about life. Fearless and strategizing style in times of crisis; A peace of mind.
In the Tang Dynasty, an ordinary scholar scanned the last line of the gold medal list with tension and worry, but there was no name. Grief and indignation suddenly welled up in my heart; I have studied hard for decades, have I lost it? What's the use of the four books and five classics? The letter flew out of his hand violently ... suddenly, he looked up at the sky and smiled. The imperial examination system is just a corrupt bureaucracy: there is a lot of heroism, and men have not learned to be pedantic and sour. On another road, there is a wider sky, so they wrote a poem-"Singing Chrysanthemums": "I stayed in Qiu Lai on September 8, and when flowers bloom, they will kill flowers. Tianxiang permeates Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers. "Xiaohe composition network
A few years later, he entered Chang 'an with a hundred thousand troops. This is Chao Huang. The failure of the imperial examination shattered his career, but did not wash away his ideals. He put up with humiliation, backed down, and realized his ideal in another way.
Laugh, strategize, and win thousands of miles away.
Zhou Yu is a hero. His name is Gong Jin. As a Confucian general, he loves wine and musical instruments very much, but the battlefield where thousands of troops scream is his favorite. This is his music. ShaSheng everywhere, is his accompaniment; Hand-to-hand combat, sonorous and powerful, he smoked and didn't get drunk, smiling and commanding abstractedly ... how many heroes there were! The moon is cold and the stars are sparse, which casts a murderous veil on the picturesque Chibi in the past-Wu Junbing sharpened his knife. "It's time, I order ..." The fireboat that had already been prepared slowly sailed out of the reeds in the east wind, and it drifted to June in a ghostly way. Suddenly, the silent lake boiled-rocks burst into the air, waves beat, and thousands of piles of snow rolled up ... "The thief escaped." Zhou Yu had a well-thought-out plan and entertained him with wine. Between talking and laughing, I lost my mind. ...
Laugh, I hope I won't wake up when I'm drunk
Since God has given talent, let it work! Yes, how free and easy it is to spin a thousand pieces of silver, and they are all back! Yes, and how to indulge in cooking a sheep, killing a cow, whetting my appetite, let me, 300 bowls, a long drink! Yes. This poem was written by Li Bai, who lives in seclusion in Songshan. His smile is not only optimistic and calm about his secluded life, but also ironic about "the bells and drums are full of jade", proud of the dignitaries, and lamenting that "the sages were forgotten when they were sober in the old days" ...
Huang Chao, who is "shrinking", Zhou Yu, who is ingenious, and Li Bai, who is full of mud and sand but not stained, have been infecting me and influencing me on the road of life.
Ears, laughter is still. ...
7. Music that reverberates in the ear composes 700 words "If you have too many complaints about the world, you will not dare to move on if you fall down. Why should people be so fragile and degenerate? Please turn on the TV and see how many people are working hard and brave for their lives. We should meet ... "
A person in the living room, turn on the computer, board QQ, turn on QQ music, and soar in the world of music.
Listen to Jay Chou's Xiang Tao quietly with my ears, let the fireflies in the song take me away, leave the noisy city and come to my music world alone.
This song, with a brisk melody, is inspired by the life experience of singer Jay Chou when he was a child. It takes us back to the countryside with playful lyrics and relives the childhood of running barefoot in the fields and stealing fruit. ...
However, this is not my childhood. I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair. With singing, I entered the fantasy world of music: put down my heavy schoolbag, go hiking, put on this floral skirt, run in the green fields, catch butterflies, lie down and sleep in the warm sunshine until I am tired. ...
Mother said: "This song is not pleasant to listen to, and it is sung fast, like reading Allegro." No, that's because she doesn't know music or appreciate it! You listen quietly: "Smile, success is not the goal, but making yourself happy is the meaning." Isn't this the life we yearn for? Everyone is eager to be happy. Who wants to be immersed in the pressure of busy work and study all day? Listening to this song, I almost forgot the unpleasantness of the whole day at school and felt much better.
If you look at the lyrics carefully, you will find that this is an inspirational song: how many people are working hard and brave for life, should we be content and cherish everything, even if we don't? "Isn't it telling us to face life bravely?
"Don't give up so easily, as I said, the most unexpected dream, just change it." This tells us that we should be open-minded in everything. There is another side to this. As the saying goes, all roads lead to Rome.
"Don't cry, let the fireflies take you away, and the country songs will always depend on you. Go home, return to the original beauty-"a song came to an abrupt end. I suddenly woke up from my dream, looked at the computer in front of me and remembered the cheerful scenes in the music world.
In the world of music, there are no boundaries, because music is infinite.
8. The voice echoes in the ear, write 400-500 words, and the voice echoes in the ear.
The delicate and gentle voice kept echoing in my ears, and a clear spring welled up in my heart, slowly flowing through my heart. Like a ray of light in the dark, a little comfort in helplessness. It has been nourishing my heart and touching my heart. When she spoke, her sincere and deep voice spread in the air, which was intoxicating.
I listened to her voice quietly, and everything she said told me a profound truth: "The road of life is tortuous and long, and we must rely on our own hearts to understand it." Whenever I hear her voice, I will put down everything in my hand to listen. Like a song, high or low, or sad. If you listen attentively, you will feel that your voice is weather-beaten and full of life power and understanding of life. Because of the richness of emotion, the voice becomes very pleasant, which has always touched my heart and fluttered with it. With the passage of time, many things are constantly changing, but the only constant is her voice, which is like a red ribbon, flying over mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, through spring, summer, autumn and winter; Like a ray of sunshine, it gives people a warm soothing pill. It is an indispensable part of my life. It is the "destroyer" of my emotions, the birthplace of my struggle for life, the inspiration of my writing, the deepest sustenance of my soul, and always holds my fiery and eager heart.
Today, this voice has been echoing in my ears, and I can't help shouting-Mom! Oh, this is my mother's voice. It turns out that today is my birthday, ................. My mother loves me and I love her. She always cares about me in every possible way and reminds me endlessly. When I encounter difficulties and setbacks, whenever I feel sad and painful and shed tears, it gives me endless strength to face all this, so that I can bravely face the baptism of wind and rain and enjoy the sunshine and rain comfortably. Behind unhappiness, this voice is the source of happiness. It made me abandon some negative feelings and accept a new life. I like the sound. Mother's voice is the most beautiful music in the world.
9. That voice echoes in my ears. Flowers always bloom in the most beautiful season, and then fade silently one night. The spring breeze blows purples and turquoise, but it keeps pulling over; Years have mottled your tired face, but they can't take away your affection. Time ringing in the spring, into a circle of ripples, quietly echoed in my ears. Looking back, that day of that year.
The voice of fatherly love echoed.
You said, call back if you are bored when you go to Baotou alone.
You said that if we were homesick at school, we would go to see you.
You said, be good and obedient, you know.
I quickly interrupted you rolling along the Yangtze River: I don't want to eat anything, and I'm going to miss the train. I don't see the loss in your eyes. The wind at the station was a little cold, so we got on the bus without looking back. Listening to the sound of the car moving, the object in front of us is moving backwards.
I can't help looking at you.
Autumn wind is always bleak and deserted. In the sun, the grass is as yellow as washed. The withered leaves are curled up, just like your wrinkled face, looking forward wearily. Your thin figure is standing in the wind and your back is not very straight. I wonder who made us three brothers and sisters bend him.
Do you know that a black suit makes you look older?
You're shrinking, too small for me to see. Suddenly, I cried without scruple. How I imagined a wanderer stepping on the road of no return. Looking back at the wisps of silver and sharper lines fluttering in your wind, all I can hear is the reminder of your departure and the lingering love.
The spring of maternal love jingles.
Before I left, you called me to your side. You lie in bed and talk to me weakly. Your face seems to be coated with yellow wax, and there are deeply sunken lines. You insisted on giving me living expenses, but I shirked it. Your hand is very rough, and the shocking ravines are closely connected, like a wire, deeply penetrating into my heart, and then returning to the ripper, it hurts. You said, you study hard, and it's worth your mother's efforts. When you are promising in the future, your mother will be at ease when she dies. I froze, without words.
Every bill is condensed by a drop of sweat, and every sentence is condensed by a drop of tears. There is a flower hidden in her heart, which will turn into a monsoon to wake her up when I succeed, waiting for her gaunt face to slowly bloom with a smile. I recall this tinkling love that I can't repay in my life.
The sun always rises and falls, and it changes a lot every day. Will be in a casual moment, responding to the warm wind, a burst of chaotic thoughts. Time always flies, and I don't have time to pick up some yesterday's music. They always echo in my ears, recalling those who love me and the words that I love them, so high.
10. Write a 450-word composition in the teacher's laughter.
Ha ha! Don't mention how happy you are today! Because we played a fierce and cheerful game in the classroom-"Kangaroo" sumo.
The rules of the game are: choose two students to stand face to face, put a piece of cardboard on each student's leg, put his hands on his chest and pounce on them. If either side's cardboard falls or is pushed to the wall by the other side, it is a failure.
The competition has already started. In the third round, it looks like a pair of "kangaroos" with similar size and equal strength. But I still like a slightly bigger kangaroo.
Not good, I saw a small "kangaroo" preemptively, and the big kangaroo was overwhelmed by the aggressive momentum of the other side and lost again and again. Suddenly, the classroom was boiling. Some people cheered for the kangaroo and some shouted for the kangaroo. Just when the kangaroo was about to be overturned, I couldn't help shouting: the kangaroo must resist! At this critical moment, Da: "Kangaroo" was stunned, turned around with a smart body, bypassed the podium and saved the day.
In an instant, dramatic changes have taken place. The kangaroo launched a fierce attack and pushed the kangaroo to the front door of the classroom again and again. At this time, cheers and laughter came and went in the classroom, and the waves were higher than the waves. The little kangaroo's face turned red and stayed there. The kangaroo is flying, chasing after the victory, pushing the kangaroo hard to support, and the cardboard falls down. The indomitable spirit of kangaroo deeply touched me.
Although the game is over, the students' laughter still echoes in the classroom for a long time. ...