My friend Fage said that he was not impressed by many teachers, but some teachers' opinions influenced him, which he still remembers. For example, when "9 1 1" happened, many people in China were cheering for the disaster of "evil" midi. Our second-grade history teacher said earnestly, "Students, terrorism is the enemy of human civilization. What happens to others now may happen to us in the future. We just don't deserve to be seen by terrorists now. So don't yell and kill people just because they have a fever. Our vision and knowledge should be far away. " At that time, Fage thought the history teacher's words were very insightful.
Brother Fage and I are a little different. I remember the teachers who influenced my growth first, and then I recall what they said, or I don't remember anything at all. It can be seen that Brother Fage is more rational than me, and my understanding is more subjective and emotional.
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It's the sixth grade in primary school, and I have a little understanding in my study. That year, everyone was preparing for the return of Hong Kong with a beautiful vision. We wore white T-shirts with the words "Hong Kong's return" printed on them, just like beating chicken blood, wandering in the fields, shuttling through the villages and wandering by the Changhua River. In order to participate in the broadcast gymnastics competition in the town, we go to great pains every day. As a result, the scene was so noisy that I couldn't even hear the music clearly, so I had to follow my classmates in the front row.
That year, the weather was still hot and dry, and the song "Pearl of the Orient" came from time to time in the alley, as if every day was a festival. After a slow flow in Xiangjiang for more than a hundred years, I finally got some inspiration after the song "Qianshan is always in love" touched my heart. Mid-term exam in the first semester of grade six, full marks in mathematics. Our monitor just passed the passing line and all the other students failed. At that time, there were twenty people in our class.
But what impressed me deeply was my Chinese teacher, tall and thin, very gentle, giving people the impression that he was full of books, and everyone called him Mr. Wen. Teacher Wen doesn't like reading textbooks in class, and he is very attentive in his lectures. His Mandarin is very standard, and when he reads the text, he is full of sounds and feelings, and the book is fragrant. Teacher Wen has the habit of shaking his legs in class, and it is very big. He often puts his hands on the platform and swings his legs under it. He was so busy that I was worried that his long legs, which kept shaking, suddenly fell over on the platform. It was also that mid-term exam that I wrote a composition entitled "Where there is a will, there is a way". I have no impression of what I wrote. Teacher Wen praised my composition and read it to the whole class as a model essay. This is the first time I have been encouraged to write a composition, and I feel very useful.
Two days before the entrance examination for junior high school and primary school, I unfortunately had a high fever, and it was useless to have an injection or a drip. I took the Chinese exam in the morning and couldn't eat for two days. I sat in the examination room as if my body didn't belong to me, and my head could never concentrate. Perhaps because of the joy of Hong Kong's return, I miraculously dragged my weak body from the primary and secondary schools in the village to the key middle schools in the city. Looking back now, this is undoubtedly the biggest turning point in my life.
After entering middle school, I have less and less contact with Mr. Wen. Later, going to work in the city became a trend. Most children in the village also went to the city to study with their parents. Village primary schools are gradually declining, with fewer and fewer students and no senior grades. Later, I heard that Mr. Wen went to the town primary school to teach. Not long ago, I went back and heard that he was transferred to the city's key primary school to teach, but his health was not very good, so I couldn't worry about him. I think I haven't seen Mr. Wen for more than ten years. I hope everything is all right with him.
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Now that I think about it, I was lucky to meet Mr. Fu in the first grade, and later he followed us to the second grade. Mr. Fu is not the kind of charming person, let alone the kind of teacher who can capture students in the first class, but his concentration, his major and his love for Chinese make him different and have temperament. Teacher fu is not tall. Until now, I still think he has fine features, just like Zhang Sheng in The West Chamber. He is shy occasionally, and when he is shy, he will blush. Later, I read Xu Zhimo's poem "Like a water lotus, I am too ashamed to be cold" in Poem Anna La, and the appearance of teacher Fu's shyness always appeared in my mind.
Teacher Fu likes writing and often publishes articles in the school newspaper. He encouraged us to insist on expressing our thoughts and sincerely express our feelings. He often tells us that everyone is born a poet. For example, a child said, "Dad, this flower is angry". This is poetry, pure poetry, beautiful poetry. At that time, I didn't think much about these words, thinking that Teacher Fu was too boastful.
However, with the encouragement of Mr. Fu, I hardly read as a document in middle school. I usually write my own compositions, have my own ideas and are full of wild ways. Until the second day of junior high school, I wrote a composition, the theme of which was the country dog who kept the house seriously and silently contributed to rural life. Finally, I got the approval of teacher Fu and asked me to read it to the whole class.
When I was in college, one day I suddenly remembered a sentence from teacher Fu, "Life is a poet", and I couldn't help but have a boiling passion. The unspeakable energy hidden in my heart was completely aroused, and my face seemed to build a thick wall in an instant and become shameless. I wrote a lot of poems that seem embarrassing so far, but those childish poems accompanied me through that lonely and depressing time.
Ten years have passed, and I wonder if the shy teacher Fu's appearance has changed a lot. Does he still have poetic innocence?
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Not long ago, a middle school alumnus told me about my senior three math teacher, Bruce Lee. She said that Bruce Lee was her favorite teacher, and his unique thinking and teaching methods stimulated her interest in learning mathematics. Visible, Bruce Lee's lethality to students. Bruce Lee is the nickname of Ceng Laoshi, and his name is very famous in our school. He was the only teacher who graduated from a famous normal college at that time. Bruce Lee is thin and wears a pair of huge rimmed glasses all the year round, which makes his eyes more profound and wise. He has long hair and likes to wear a pair of jeans that are washed a little white. His clothes seem out of place in the lush campus, which is far from the image of a teacher. Whenever the topic is calculated to the depth, he always likes to put his left hand in the pocket of jeans, leaving only his right hand to write on the blackboard, which is quite like a sage like type.
Bruce Lee is a high-level teacher who can conquer students in just one class. His cold humor makes the class more interesting. He is also a teacher with pride and personality. He once talked to us about some "terrible past events". For example, when he was a teacher, once the school organized all teachers to donate money to the disaster area, and the old headmaster at that time took the lead in donating 100 yuan. In order to encourage everyone to give their love bravely, the headmaster proposed to write the amount of donations on the publicity blackboard next to the school gate. Bruce Lee said it was a good thing to donate money to the disaster area, and he was willing to donate money, but he felt that writing the donation amount on the blackboard changed its taste, and it was more a form. Finally, he put his dissatisfaction into action and donated a penny! The old headmaster was angry. In order to punish him as a thorn in his side and embarrass him, he wrote the donation in big letters above the blackboard. Bruce Lee said flatly, such practice is harmless to him. He said that if he obeyed the rules and orders like everyone else, he would become the headmaster. The most important thing is that he feels that the present state is what he enjoys most.
I once suspected that Bruce Lee didn't prepare lessons well before class. Once, he actually spent a whole class calculating a problem that was not too difficult. I began to question his sense of responsibility. Later his laziness aggravated the deterioration of my relationship with him. After he got the paper back, there was no news, no correction and no evaluation. My resentment against him has reached an unmanageable level. So I found him and asked him where the paper had gone. I don't remember how he answered me at that time. According to what he told me later, in fact, he had already read those papers, but he didn't want to send them to us after seeing that everyone's answers were in a mess. I still don't think what he said is so credible.
I feel that I am impulsive after all, and I feel more and more guilty. So I wrote him an apology letter. He smiled and told me that it was unnecessary, but I still wanted to see it. After that, Bruce Lee's teaching was much more serious than before. As the college entrance examination approaches, the sadness of parting somewhat dilutes the tense and suffocating atmosphere. I bought a thick guest book, the first one is from Bruce Lee. His handwriting is vigorous and powerful: learning knowledge is a happy process and spreading knowledge is a happy enjoyment. I hope you enjoy the process of acquiring knowledge now, and I hope you can enjoy the joy of spreading knowledge in the future.
At that moment, I have a little understanding of the defiant Ceng Laoshi. Yes, Ceng Laoshi has always insisted on "don't forget your initiative", always willing to spread knowledge and opposed any formalistic learning or sharing. He is free and persistent, even if he is misunderstood, he just laughs it off.
Unfortunately, this guestbook was taken by a junior high school classmate of mine, and I haven't heard from him yet, but I always remember what Bruce Lee gave me.
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There are deep routines in life, and guidance depends on teachers. No matter how hard we try to pretend to be self-taught, teachers have left many indelible marks on our study and life, that is, moistening things silently.
When I am at a loss and want to give up, you will seriously say: Hey, you are so kind and different. I am full of motivation in an instant.
Whenever I think it's really cool for others to talk like that, you throw cold water on me: don't listen to other people's advice, learn to think independently and have your own opinions. So, I slowly learned to express my true thoughts.
When you see me impetuous, you will beat me at the right time: slow down and learn to appreciate the scenery along the way; Don't just stare at your own feet, look farther.
Whenever I can't get over it, your words will echo in my ears at the right time: don't care too much, be tolerant of others, and life needs to be packed.
Thank the teachers for teaching me knowledge and showing me the way of life on the road of knowledge.
The teacher's kindness is as deep as the sea, and eternal life is remembered in my heart.
I wish teachers a happy 32nd Teachers' Day.