Whenever people mention the word "teacher", I feel extremely excited. Because the teacher is the beacon of students, illuminating a bright future for students; It is also a road sign for students, pointing to a better future for students; He is also an excellent gardener, who has spent his whole life in exchange for the flowers of the motherland. I want to thank the head teacher, Mr. Feng, for his careful guidance.
Five years ago, I was just an ordinary student. But since my family moved to the garage, I came to Yingheqiao Primary School. I met new teachers, new classmates and assigned to new classes. On the first day of school, I met Miss Feng. She is no different from other female teachers. He is not tall, with a kind face and curly hair. It seems that he is thirty or forty years old. I couldn't lift my head at the beginning of class, and somehow my eyelids were as sleepy as being pulled down tightly. But after a period of class, the more I listen, the more interested I become. I found what Mr. Feng said in class very interesting. Sometimes it will expand our extracurricular knowledge. A minute passed, and I was so fascinated that I didn't even know when the class was over. A few weeks later, I found that learning is like a window paper. As long as it is pierced, it is still very interesting. I still can't forget the first lesson that Mr. Feng gave me: "We are going to learn Chinese Pinyin in this class." Teacher Feng said before class. At the same time, Teacher Feng wrote "I" on the blackboard and said, "Do you think it looks like a stick?" "I like it." "Let's call it Le." Then Mr. Feng drew a circle on the right side of "I", and then pointed to the glass of the classroom and said, "What is this?" "Glass." "yes! This is the sound of glass. " She told us again: "Write this circle on the left and read" De ". "After that, Teacher Feng took us to make up a jingle:" Get (D) on the left, glass (B) on the right, and an le (I) on the straight stick. "Feng teacher reading is better than singing songs! Later, when learning words, Mr. Feng took us to make up words in jingles, which was very interesting. For example, the jingle "bite off the cow's tail." "Wait, this is multipolar.
Later, under the care and education of Mr. Feng, I first improved my academic performance, and then joined the Young Pioneers, which also brought about earth-shaking changes in my thoughts and personality.
The teacher's kindness is like water. Yes, water is indispensable to human beings, but for me, Mr. Feng's teaching is also indispensable. I thought, "Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." In order to praise Mr. Feng, you taught us your knowledge without asking for anything in return. Isn't this like the selfless dedication of silkworms and wax torches? So I sincerely wish Mr. Feng a happy holiday. [End]
Summer morning
Whispering ... "The birds outside the window have been singing. Those birds are even more punctual than my alarm clock. They tell me the time every day and tell me to get up on time. I put on my clothes and took a deep breath on the balcony. The fresh air is refreshing. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, combed my hair and went downstairs for a walk.
What a beautiful summer morning! I came to Julong Cave. The trees in Julong Cave are shaded, and there are a group of beautiful and lovely birds on the trees with dense leaves. They are alive and kicking, chasing left and hitting right. They are very clever. Melodious singing makes people reluctant to part. Flowers bloom under the tree, competing for beauty: there are red cockscomb flowers, red as torches, and white Chinese rose flowers, white as cotton ... really beautiful! A gust of wind blew in, fragrant and fragrant, attracting bees and butterflies! Isn't this the fragrance of birds and flowers?
Summer mornings are refreshing and full of energy!
After a while, I came to the gym. Look! Grandpa Zhang is doing radio gymnastics in that corner, and the radio still says: "The first quarter, twisting the waist." Grandpa Zhang twisted his waist. Although Grandpa Zhang is old, his physique is still quite tough. He did do broadcast gymnastics, doing eight sessions in a row, without panting. On the other side of the gymnasium, some play badminton and some play table tennis.
Some people are walking, some people are running, some children are playing ... I can't help but devote myself to this happy sport.
Gradually, the sun came out from the other side of the mountain, dyed the horizon red and the earth red!
Sixteen years old, I have more confusion.
I can't help thinking: what is the purpose of my study?
"Let a Hundred Flowers Bloom" tells the story of a teacher who loves education and educates his students in a brand-new way. "Change", he only tells his classmates to change. He said: "Students, life is changing, changing your high school learning psychology." ......
I might as well study for ten years if I listen to you. I was lost in thought: what am I studying for?
torrid summer
Summer is a hot season.
My classmates invited me to the Internet cafe. I went with them. I didn't go home until after seven o'clock in the evening, forgetting that my mother and family were waiting for me. When I got home, my mother ran out of the room: "What did you do, so late?" "I went to my classmate's house to do my homework." I don't blush when I speak. I used to blush when I lied. This time ... "Well, let's go to dinner. The dishes are cold. " My heart is too hot to breathe, and my mind is blank. Should I tell my mother the truth?
Dull autumn
The autumn scenery is beautiful and charming. But I think autumn is dull.
It is certain to surf the internet on weekends, but I don't want to study or anything, just want to play games. I surf the Internet at home. I just bought a computer and can't wait to have fun. After playing games all day, my eyes were so sore that tears filled my eyes. Mother is busy cooking in the kitchen.
Rice, watching her busy figure, I cried and ran over and said, "Mom, let me help you." Mother said softly, "All right."
Winter of repentance
It seldom rains in winter, so there will be no umbrella around. It happened that I was caught in a heavy rain halfway that day, which hit my face cold and washed away my rebellious and unrestrained heart. Inadvertently, I fell down and got soaked. My father scolded me. My mother said, "Do you know the changes you have made in the past year? Think for yourself. "
Postscript-Maybe I am no longer a good girl, but I will always love my home!
This is beauty.
I finally want to see my true colors. I feel a little excited and a little scared. I wonder what will happen under the gauze.
Because of my eye injury, I dare not look in the mirror these days, nor dare I sew or take out stitches. Let the doctor cover the wound under gauze and dare not look or think. .....
I am an aesthete. I like all beautiful people and things. Although a person's beauty is not only in appearance, who can refuse the charm of appearance? I am not a very beautiful woman, nor a superficial woman, but I still can't get rid of this custom. I care about my appearance, very much!
I like people to say that I am beautiful, although I know that beauty is not just appearance; I like people to say that I have temperament, although I also know that some temperament is innate, but most of it comes from the acquired supplement; I like people to say that I have the sweetest smile, although I know these are from the heart. But I stubbornly believe that appearance plays a role in my little woman's way of thinking.
Therefore, I have been praying to God these days not to leave any mark on me.
Unveiled, finally unveiled this veil. I walked to the mirror with trepidation, afraid to open my eyes. Afraid I look "twisted" in the mirror? I slowly opened and closed my eyes for many days, trying to find the difference between them. I always thought that the right eye was better than the left eye. Now, taking the left eye as a reference, I gradually find that the two eyes are the same, and I don't even want the right eye to be different from the left eye.
It seems that things in the world can only be cherished if they are recovered. Only then can we realize that plain is true and nature is beautiful.
Just like me and him. We are two grains of sand on both sides of the sea. Although we face each other across the sea, we will meet the sea and sea breeze one day. I firmly believe: this is beauty!