Every night, the candle will cry dry the wick. This is a metaphor for the teacher. It's Teacher's Day again. At this time, my language is so pale that there is no better expression, only more recognition. When the candle turns to dust and shed the last tear, even if the red candle is gone, the great soul will always stand in everyone's heart. Tears left behind, who said it was sad and painful? Every candle will say, this is a happy tear, because this tear is crystal clear with the true meaning of dedication, this tear is surging with the hope of growth, and this tear shines with the light of mankind.
It is also said that teachers are engineers of the human soul. I still have nothing better to say about my feelings at this moment. The teacher not only taught us a lot of knowledge, but also taught us how to be a man, and influenced generation after generation with his own demonstration. Teachers use the boat of wisdom to carry people to understand the mysteries of the world, the boat of mind to carry people to extradite the noble sea, and the boat of perseverance to carry the soul through infinite time and space.
I won't forget you, the teacher who has only seen the sea once in his life. You have worked hard for several years to get out of the mountain once, and you have more reason to go to a better place. However, watching the sea is your only choice, because in class, you can't answer the students' questions: teacher, what is the sea like? This sentence deeply hurts you, a teacher who tries his best to concentrate on teaching, because you have no chance to walk out of the mountains and don't have enough money to see the sea. From then on, you scrimped and saved every day. You have enough money, go to the seaside, go to the seaside! Then tell the students what the sea is like. However, when you fulfill this wish, your hair is gray and you stumble. Dear teacher, you look at the sea, but my heart is surging. You are a secret pain in my heart forever. You are a scar carved by mankind on the road to civilization. You are the endless sea in my heart!
I won't forget you. You have worked hard to support three disabled children I don't know for free. You always give delicious food to your children, but you often pretend to be indifferent when you are hungry. Teacher, how can your thin body let the sound of books penetrate your stomach? Is this all your food? I don't want you to go on like this, but how do you face those eager eyes? I know my stop is in vain. You won't give up a glimmer of hope, but your hope will always rest on more children. You said that even if I fell, more people would stand up and more hope would be born.
Teacher, your hard work will be engraved in every student's memory, your seriousness will accumulate into a nation's persistence, your dedication will give more energy to the world, and your broadness will carry the boat of hope and let mankind sail to the other side of the light.
4 "Na Pianhai in My Heart" Author: The Tree of the Wilderness
Many dusty memories accumulate silently in my heart, but they don't disappear. A small introduction can bring out countless thoughts, and so does my memory of Shenyang teacher.
Sitting in front of the computer, I turned on the music entitled "The Sound of the Sea" sent by my friend. The surging waves and the chirping of gulls have immersed in the familiar tunes of my bone marrow, impacting my eardrums one after another, and impacting my unsuspecting heart embankment one after another. So the sea of missing overflowed my heart, expanding silently with every heartbeat. Suddenly I miss you-my most respected teacher in Shenyang. At this moment, your pale cheeks crept into my mind. With the ups and downs of music, your pale arm with a brush is rendered on the canvas layer by layer, and then crystal waves suddenly gush out on the pale canvas. ...
I first heard this song in your studio 23 years ago. Saying it's a studio is just our nickname for it. In a small room of less than 8 square meters, a shabby single bed occupies most of the indoor space. On the bed, there are cartons full of clothes. There are several boxes for packaging instant noodles under the bed. The box is full of all kinds of books. There is a broken table beside the bed. There are all kinds of paints, brushes and bottles of different sizes on the table. "Stand back and look here." As you said, you are painting on the canvas hanging on the wall with a brush. We took two steps back and huddled in front of that table. Looking up, the canvas is colorful with different shades of blue. "Hey, close your eyes and listen to the music, then look up." Calm down and listen with bated breath. I heard waves of voices coming from the tape recorder in the corner of the single bed ... When I opened my eyes, I was delighted to find that the canvas was the prototype of the blue sky and the sea. In my rising vision, my vision is constantly expanding with a magnificent blue. ...
In this way, I like painting, and learning painting in your office every Tuesday and Friday afternoon has become my greatest pleasure. Quietly face those silent plasters, and experience the texture of life in a gaze and a sketch. When you are in trouble and a little slack, the gentle words revealed between your pale face and smiling lips and teeth will reverberate in my ears: "I chose you as my mentor, not only because you have a little painting foundation, but also because you have a good personality!" It is a great honor for me to be chosen by you as one of the only five students in your painting interest group. Therefore, I am also eager to lay a good foundation as soon as possible and paint the beautiful sea in my mind with a brush like a teacher.
But you didn't wait until we graduated and transferred. When I heard that you were about to be transferred to the Children's Palace, I couldn't tell you how excited and happy you were. You can finally end the dilemma of being separated from your family. I didn't see you off when you left, because I was afraid that my surging tears would dilute your joy of reunion with your family. Because of your departure and the gradual tension of your studies, I finally put down my brush, but your figure painting the sea lingers in the simple studio.
I happened to meet a former junior high school classmate on the high school campus.
"Remember Teacher Shenyang?"
"Of course."
"He's gone."
"Yes, I know, we were in the third year ..."
"I mean, he died a few months ago, liver cancer ..."
"What? Impossible, impossible, he is only in his thirties! ! ! "
Tears poured out like the tide, blurring my vision.
"I chose you as my tutor, not only because you have a little painting foundation, but more importantly, you have a good personality!" At this time, the gentle words revealed between your pale face and smiling lips echoed in my ears again. You know what, teacher? Although I won various awards and honors when I was a student, only your recognition of my personality is the most cherished and supreme praise. In many gloomy days in the future, in order to live up to your praise and hope, I carefully maintained my proud self-esteem with my own personality!
In the lingering melody of the lingering sea, you endured the pain with a pale smile and drew the figure of the sea, which solidified into a landscape that I cherish most in my life! Na Pianhai in my heart, do you know how much I will cherish you in the future? Believe it, no matter how you go in the future, the heart that has been baptized by the sound of the waves will face the situation of peaks and valleys calmly!
Teacher, when you were painting, I forgot to ask you: Have you seen the real sea? Students will go to Dalian to see the sea in a few days. How about I take your wish away?
Half fire, half water, half hot and half cold, that's my job! Half eating, half bathing, half convenient, half sleeping, half dreaming, this is my life! Half is a training ground, half is a fire, half is life, and half is death. This is the style of a fireman.
There is no high salary, no generous salary, nor too many flowers and applause, but there are people who praise me, my motherland calls me, mountains cheer for me, and the Yangtze River proudly cheers for me.
I didn't do it for fame and fortune, because I love the olive green and shiny epaulettes.
I am an ordinary fire fighter who stands up when people need me most.
In the fire area, the building is completely burned by the fire, and the building may collapse at any time; The gas tank separated by my wall exploded violently, and I escaped by luck; Anyway, I always hold a water gun and fight the fire devil to the death. It is my responsibility to protect people's lives and property, and the responsibility is more important than Mount Tai. I keep it in mind.
In the hot summer of 40 degrees Celsius, I braved the heat and summer, wearing a thick chemical protective suit, and rushed to the scene of the emergency rescue highway accident to deal with the chemical leakage. This is a very dangerous job. Every time you call the police, you will face a test of life and death. In the cold of 0 degrees Celsius, my numb hands always hold the water gun tightly, and the blood and water in my palm are integrated, and I never shout "pain", which is neither painful nor itchy.
My heart is full of countries and people. It is my sacred duty to defend the life and property of the country and the people. I wrote an unswerving oath with the water gun in my hand, and created countless "extraordinary" and "great" with my youth and life.
That is: "always be a loyal guardian of the party and the people." Is to be the patron saint of people's lives, go through fire and water to show the true colors of heroes, and offer love to show blood and tenderness.