I was only in grade three at that time. At that time, I was self-willed, proud and fond of playing small temper. In a Chinese exam, I won the first place in my class. Hearing the news, I was happy to show off this test paper. I'm glad the monitor asked me to run a blackboard newspaper. I asked my classmates to bring me chalk and a blackboard brush. If I don't like it, I will curse at random. Gradually, my classmates ignored me, and even my best "best friend" didn't want to play with me. At this time, Teacher Qi came up to me and said to me, "The reason why the lake is broad is because it contains all the small water droplets, and it will not despise other small water droplets, so it is very happy and not lonely at all. People are the same, you can't live without friends, and friends need to be found by yourself. In fact, more than 70 students in the class are your friends, but you will be so lonely if you don't cherish them. " Since the teacher talked to me, I have learned a lot, I have friends again, and I know the true friendship. In my study, Mr. Qi often supports me, encourages me and accompanies me across the bridge of life. Now I have transferred to another school and met new classmates and teachers. In recent years, I have made great progress in my study. Whenever I make some achievements, I will think of her, her teachings and her encouraging eyes. My teacher I have a very respected teacher. She always likes to wear a blue dress, and her quiet face often has a serious and lovely expression. Every time I see the twinkling eyes behind her glasses, an unforgettable thing comes to my eyes. I was stumped by a question in an exam. Seeing other students doing so well. So, I looked around and looked around, trying to find a bargain. However, the teacher saw through my mind and there was no chance. When the teacher's eyes turned to the other side, I took the opportunity to peek at my deskmate's answer. I feel much more comfortable after finishing the test. The teacher handed out papers, and as a result, I got 100. I was very happy. The class was over, and I just walked out of the classroom when I heard someone calling me from behind. Looking back, it was the teacher. She is usually very strict and will never leave me alone. I followed the teacher to the office in a panic. I dare not go near her or look up at her. The teacher said, "I dare not look up when I do something wrong." I will forgive you as long as you correct your mistake. " After listening to the teacher's words, my heart relaxed a lot. I sincerely said, "teacher, I was wrong!" " ""Although you peeked at other people's answers, you still don't understand. The teacher paused and said, "I'd better explain it to you." At this time, my face was red. Afterwards, the teacher told me carefully. Before I left, the teacher told me not to ask more questions and correct my wrong homework. I was very moved and deeply realized the teacher's concern for me. Teacher! You are really an amiable and respectable teacher.
My Deskmate
My deskmate is called Ni Jianwei. He has black hair, about an inch long. He has light eyebrows under his hair and big eyes under his eyebrows. His lips are slightly upturned and there are some wrinkles on his nose. When he laughed, he stared at his big eyes and looked as if he were laughing.
Is there much Ni Jianwei? Advantages, but there are also many disadvantages. Advantages are helpful and love physical exercise, especially running. The disadvantage is that the action is too slow, and sometimes I like to hit people.
When Ni Jianwei was happy, his eyes narrowed into a crack. Originally, he was laughing instead of laughing, but now he smiles naturally and sometimes gives me something to eat.
Today is the mid-term exam. Of course, Ni Jianwei also has problems he can't do. He buried himself in writing for a while, then frowned when he encountered a problem that he couldn't do, smiled on his face, held his head in his hand, looked like a little doctor, and sometimes yawned.
He's angry again. His big eyes, which are usually full of smiles, now emit two cold lights, which are aggressive, his teeth are creaking and his nose is panting, as if he were short of oxygen.
Ni Jianwei also likes to meddle. I haven't bought "100 moved the father of middle school students" until now, so he will come to talk about me. It's really annoying But he is very generous. Whenever I forget something, he always lends it to me.
Grandma and I have been living together.
My grandmother is a middle school teacher. She has bright eyes under her black eyebrows. She is not tall and her chubby body is always so busy. Grandma is very serious and responsible for her work, and I admire her very much.
Grandma is over 500 years old and still cares about her students. Students come to her for help, big or small. I remember one night last winter, the cold wind kept blowing. Grandma and I had just fallen asleep when we heard someone knocking at the door. When the door opened, it turned out to be a student. The student said, "teacher, one of our students who lives on campus is ill." Our teacher is not here. Would you please take a look? " Grandma put on her clothes and left without saying anything. It was not until 4 o'clock in the morning that grandma dragged her tired body back. Looking at her purple face with cold, I touched her cold hand and asked, "Grandma, are you cold?" Grandma smiled and said, "What does it matter to be cold if you do something for the students?" Grandma's words remain deeply in my memory.
Grandma cares about her students in every way, but she has no time to take care of her health. Every night, grandma prepares lessons until late at night. Sometimes when I wake up and see it, I feel distressed and say to my grandmother, "Grandma, it's time for you to go to bed." Grandma said, "Go to sleep. I have to go to school tomorrow. If I don't prepare lessons carefully, how can I give lectures to students tomorrow? " I don't want to interrupt grandma's thoughts any more, so I nodded helplessly. Looking at her more and more white hair, my eyes are moist. I fell asleep unconsciously. In my dream, I saw my grandmother. Holding flowers in her hand, she faced a group of children with a happy smile on her face ... In a blink of an eye, I also became a people's teacher, and I was walking in her footsteps.
I have a good father.
Father is a man of few words When he was with his mother, he heard her talking all the time. My father just keeps smoking and answers once in a while, and most of them are just a sentence or two. When the guests came home, their father accompanied them to dinner, neither letting wine nor persuading them to eat. It is impolite to eat only your own food. It's the same for us children. He seldom asks about our study. He thinks that learning is our own business. Ask him if you have any questions. He also said that you should ask the teacher.
My father is a farmer, but in my eyes, many places are not like real farmers. My father finished primary school and dropped out of school because of poverty in the second grade of junior high school. Then he and several companions ran to Baotou without telling their grandparents, where they went to a technical secondary school for two years. Later, due to natural disasters in the 1960s, the school was dissolved, and my father returned to his hometown to continue to be his farmer. My father wrote a very good hand of calligraphy. Whoever has a wedding or funeral in the village always respectfully asks his father to be a cashier and write something down. Spring Festival is a busy season for my father. The villagers sent red paper to my house early and asked my father to write Spring Festival couplets. Often, before the Spring Festival, my family has long been filled with festive atmosphere. When I was a child, my father asked me to learn to write letters to my uncle in Shandong. What format, how to call it and how to sign it are all taught by my father. Although I like his handwriting, I haven't practiced it for a long time, and it hasn't been shapeless until now. When I go home and have a drink with my father until I am happy, my father always points at me and says, "As far as you are concerned, you are still a Chinese department or a teacher. The writing is not as good as that of a farmer like me. " I can only smile and nod.
Father is a man who loves books. Every time he goes out, he always puts a book in his bag. There is really nothing to read, so I have to bring some newspapers. I remember my father bought books by himself, including Water Margin, Stories of Eastern Zhou Countries, Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio and Three Stories by Feng Menglong, which were published in 1975. During the slack season, other men play cards or gamble, and my father reads on the kang. On rainy and snowy days, I read books all day. In the past two years, my father was dazzled, so he bought a pair of reading glasses himself and didn't forget to study. I sometimes look carefully, and the old man really looks like a literati. When I went home this summer vacation, I rummaged through the bookcases and found a set of "Wonders of Ancient and Modern Times" by the old man in Ming Dynasty, which was engraved in Daoguang period of Qing Dynasty. Unfortunately, one roll is missing. I said to him, give me this book. Father said yes, but I can't see at all. My father often said to me with emotion, "During the Cultural Revolution, all the books left by your grandfather when he was a private school teacher were burned while I was cooking, for fear of getting into trouble. It's worth it if you don't stay until now. " So I am also very emotional. Fortunately, our generation will never catch up with the era of "burning books".
Of the three children in my family, my father loves me the most. He said I could sit still and behave myself. I ran in the street all day in winter, sweating all over, and my cotton trousers were wet with heat. Before getting up in the morning, my father always lights the stove early, then turns my cotton trousers over by hand and bakes them near the stove bit by bit, shaking them slowly while baking. Soon, I saw plumes of hot air coming out of my cotton trousers. After baking, dad will rub cotton trousers with his two pairs of big hands to make them soft. When I put it on again, I felt very warm. My father is a restless man. He often polishes my shoes, and he polishes them carefully every time. Every day, my father takes out the bike I rode at school, and when I get home at night, my father takes care of it for me every time. His job is to clean the car and cheer up. In his eyes, I always seem to be a child. All the books I read at school were covered by my father himself and written with a brush. I have been a teacher for so many years, and my high school textbooks are still well preserved. Sometimes I see him say that this book is useless. Please sell it. Father always said, "keep it, keep it, you will hate it if you use books." I went to college in Nanjing for four years. Every time my father writes to me, the letter always ends with, don't worry about money, eat well and take care of your health. He seldom tells me to study hard, but after reading my father's letter, I naturally know how to study.
Now, I have been a father for more than ten years. When the child was young, he refused to take medicine because of illness. He often beats children, but he is older, and I often beat him because he doesn't like going to kindergarten. Until now, I haven't studied hard and failed in the exam. I scolded my children, too. Think about my father's attitude towards me, and then think about my attitude towards my children. I'm really ashamed. My dad and I meet several times a year, and he gets old as soon as we meet. Isn't it? I am in my forties. Can a father not be old?
In my eyes, my father is a silent person, a person who loves me and loves me, a person who loves reading and writing, and a person who guides more than discipline. In my eyes, my father's image is very tall, and I have to look up to see it. May my father live healthily, and I am willing to be his child forever.
In the community where I live, there is an ordinary milkman, an uncle in his forties.
The uncle's dark skin can be seen at a glance as the result of years of sun exposure. On his serrated face, there are a pair of small and intense eyes.
There are three subscribers in our building, two on the fifth floor and one on the sixth floor. The subscriber on the sixth floor is our home.
Six floors, this trip up and down, without anything, has exhausted people, not to mention the milkman still holding so many bottles. Moreover, the bottle is round and slippery, and it will break several bottles if you are not careful. When people saw this situation, they put it directly downstairs. This uncle is not like this. Every afternoon at six o'clock, he always delivers the milk to the subscriber's door on time, and then shouts "Here comes the milk!"
Winter is coming, and the weather is getting colder and colder. No matter whether it is windy or snowy, at six o'clock every afternoon, there will always be familiar footsteps and loud door calls in the corridor, "Here comes the milk!"
In the evening when the cold wind roared, the uncle came to deliver milk again. When I took the bottle, I found that his hands had been crumpled by the ruthless wind, like the skin of an old pine tree. I wonder why I don't wear gloves. No money to buy gloves or too busy to buy gloves? Why don't I give him a pair? The next day, he came to deliver milk again, and I finally couldn't help asking him. He said kindly, "Look, there is a layer of water outside this bottle. If you wear gloves, the bottle will easily slip. " Oh, I see! I sighed in my heart: in order not to break the bottle, the milkman went naked in winter, which is really admirable! Mom says this is a kind of professionalism, which is worth learning from each of us!
Uncle Milkman, you are the person I admire most.
The paragraph arrangement is not good, please understand, thank you!