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Thunderstorms and hot and humid weather are annoying.
It was a self-study class. The warm yellow light is particularly bright, the sound of paper turning, the rustling of the pen tip on the paper, and even the steady breathing can be heard. Everything is so quiet, but I can't calm down. The math problem at hand gives me a headache. I used one draft paper after another, but the key is that I can't write it down. It rains occasionally outside the window, which makes me more annoyed. I grabbed the crumpled draft paper and threw it into the corridor from the window.
I don't want to give up and keep thinking hard.
I looked up and saw the teacher on duty outside pick up the paper ball I threw out, open it and watch me draw in the window. I saw his eyes and turned my head quickly. "I don't know." I muttered to myself and continued to study the problem in my hand.
"There is rubbish outside your class." In a word, the quiet classroom began to chatter. "Who will go out and litter in rainy days? Deduction points, the class teacher has to swear again. "
Looking at the paper ball in the teacher's hand, I immediately stood up. "That's it, littering gets the most points ..." I blushed and prepared to apologize. "This problem, I just saw your problem solving process, it's too much trouble. I stopped here because this step was wrong. You see ... "He picked up my pen and manuscript paper and explained it step by step. I froze for a while. "Why does the teacher on duty give me a class?" I was a little surprised, but I soon got to the point.
Finally. Looking at the detailed problem-solving process, the key circle drawing and the patience of the teacher on duty on the draft paper, I just fought bravely and stubbornly, but I refused to stop. Now I still stay on the test paper.
I am naturally happy to solve the problem, but how to solve the problem of deduction? I looked up at the teacher carefully, with begging in my eyes. "Don't you understand? The process is actually ... "I interrupted him and pointed to the paper ball in his hand. "I don't want to throw it away this time. Throw it again next time and sweep the corridor for a week. " Say that finish satisfied the paper in his hand.
Solved my two big problems. The anonymous teacher's white shirt seems to shine in the warm yellow light.
Looking at his back, I suddenly smiled. Thank you for meeting you.
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"I would like to be a torrent, a mountain river, crossing the rugged road and flowing through the rocks. As long as my child is a small fish, swimming happily in my waves. I wish I were a barren forest ... "Every word of this poem warms my heart. It is a poem adapted for us by our new head teacher, Mr. Zhou Yuemei, at the first class meeting.
Thank you for knowing this new teacher. She is our new head teacher and our Chinese teacher. What's more, she is the first class teacher in Yangzhou and the only one in Guangling District. Speaking of which, come with me and meet this teacher Zhou.
I remember in the second class, there is a word with many strokes that is easily confused-"sports". When reading this word, Teacher Zhou paused and asked, "Students, do you have any good ways to remember this word?" Everyone was stunned. I thought about it in my head, too. Isn't memorizing words just writing more and practicing more? Is there any other way? Seeing everyone's puzzled expression, Mr. Zhou wrote "beside the word gold" and "beside the word fire" under the word "Cao" with colored chalk, and raised his voice and said, "Students,' Cao' is really gold that is not afraid of fire." After listening to Mr. Zhou's words, the students suddenly realized that "forging" is next to the golden word and "refining" is next to the fire word. It turns out that learning Chinese characters can be so interesting!
Teacher Zhou was empathetic and considerate of the parents' difficulties that day. The school charged the medical insurance fee, and the teacher asked the students to write down the tasks at home and bring the fees tomorrow. Four students still forgot to bring them when the charges were charged the next day. When they were about to call their parents to see them off, they were stopped by the teacher. Teacher Zhou said sternly, "You will be punished for forgetting things yourself. You are punishing your parents for their negligence by calling them now. Besides, are you sure your parents have time now? They all have their own jobs and arrangements. What if they have something very important? Please remember, they are not your "fire extinguishers …" Some students came forward to apologize and promised to bring them tomorrow. As soon as I saw it, I immediately stood in awe of such a teacher Zhou.
Although I was only with Miss Zhou for a few days, she left a deep impression on me. Thank you for meeting MISS ZHOU!
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The sky is gloomy, as if it will fall at any time. I walked home with heavy steps. The paper I stuffed at the bottom of the bag is ugly. I sighed and forced myself not to think about it.
On the way, it began to rain heavily. The cold weather makes me tremble. Suddenly, the test paper appeared in front of me again, and the cross was like lightning, trying to swallow me up. The teacher's reproach, parents' disappointment and inner helplessness came at me together, but I couldn't help crying.
The wind and rain poured into my clothes more unscrupulously.
I finally got home, but I didn't have the courage to let my mother open the door, so I had to squat at the door. Inadvertently, an inconspicuous wildflower jumped into the eye. Under the erosion of wind and rain, only a few flowers are still standing, refusing to bend over and give in. Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, even crazier, seem destined to knock them down. Wildflowers didn't flinch, straightened their backs and got ready to fight the wind and rain. If it wins today, it will grow better in the future; But if defeated, it can only be broken into mud and crushed into ash.
I couldn't bear to watch it again, and the result was expected. I even have some sympathy for the stubbornness of wild flowers. It was still raining heavily, so I hid under the eaves and glanced at the wild flowers and found that they were still persisting.
Suddenly, the wind gave up the attack and ran ahead of time. Seeing that the situation was not good, the rain left despondently. Yes, wildflowers won, and I can't help feeling a little ashamed. It swayed in the breeze like a winner, as if celebrating itself.
Even a wild flower is insisting, what reason do I have to give up and shrink back? No matter how stormy your heart is, as long as you persist, you may find beauty.
I stood up and asked my mother to open the door. "Why come back so late today? Also caught in the rain? Take a bath first, then eat. "
"Mom, I didn't do well this time. Sorry. " I faltered, "I'll try next time!" "
"As long as you know how to work hard, don't think too much, and your father and I won't give you too much pressure." Mom replied.
After dinner, I began to do my homework, and a ray of sunshine spilled in through the window. I opened the window and saw that wild flower just now! "Thank you!" I shouted at it, and it shook its slender waist as if echoing me.
Thank you for meeting that wild flower, which made me have the courage to face that test paper, let my mother and I open our hearts, let me discover the beauty of life, and let me learn to be grateful to the world.
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The sunshine is really brilliant. I strolled around Jianshe Road near my school and chatted with my cousin. It's a late spring and early summer day, and the trees are rejuvenated and enjoying the peak of their life. Behind the lush trees, a figure suddenly came out, which caught my attention: an old man, wearing a red and black plaid shirt and carrying a plastic bag. A head of silvery white hair, very beautiful. I took a few steps forward and came to the old man. She turned around and her gentle eyes kept touching my eyes, which made me almost cry out in surprise. This is-Miss Li Jilin.
She turned to look at me. I just looked at Mr. Li Jilin carefully-a smiling face, two sunken eyes and a pair of kind eyes staring at me. Years have etched wrinkles on her face, but she still looks full of vitality. The first time I met my teacher at such a long distance, I couldn't help saying, "Huh?" This word is my surprise and exclamation. However, after the word was said, I felt a little rude. I felt a little embarrassed at that time and lowered my hot face.
Miss Li seemed to see through me, smiled knowingly and said, "Oh, what! I don't even know Li Nainai! " The teacher is very funny. Say that finish, she blinked at me, eyes are very cute. I smiled, too, then looked up, and then Miss Li said a sentence:
"Sorry, teacher, I was in a daze just now and didn't recognize you." Hearing this, Miss Li smiled and said, "Don't be so strange! Call me Li Nainai! Don't call the teacher, it makes me feel awkward. " Say that finish, she smiled again. Then I laughed, too. With a smile, it seems to me that Li Nainai is not like an old man in his seventies, but like a teenager. I think this is because of Miss Li, oh, no, Li Nainai, a heart that loves children!
On the way back, I still remember this meeting with Li Nainai.
My cousin asked me, "Is that Miss Li?"
"yes."
"She must be a good teacher!"
"Yes, but she is a grandmother who loves children."
That summer, I met an old man's "childlike innocence".
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There will always be dark and gloomy days in a person's life. I just want to be blocked by a mass of black fog, and there is depressing gray everywhere. I hate this gray color. Rodin said that people lack eyes to find beauty, but I don't know if life was ever good. Maybe I need a ferryman to help me get through this knot. Although I came a little late, I met him.
On that trip, I stood in line for a long time. Only one word can describe my mood-annoyance. Later, when I arrived at that place, I was disappointed. This is not the scene I expected. Nothing can attract my scenery. To put it bluntly, I just wandered around with the tour guide and my ears buzzed like mosquitoes.
I ran away from the crowd and lost my way, but when everything came back to life, I met a man my age. I don't know my last name. He won't tell me and I won't ask myself. He asked me if I had come because I was lost, and I said yes. He led me to find my way back. On the way, I passed a beautiful place. We stopped for a while because of the beautiful scenery.
It was already late spring, but the peach blossoms in that place were still very bright. There was a scene of "Peach Blossoms in Mountain Temple". There is a pond in the peach blossom forest, and there is a pavilion by the pond. When the wind blows over the peach blossom, the petals fall against the wind and finally linger on the surface of the pond.
We chatted on the pavilion for a long time, until the sunset covered the distant mountain with a layer of golden makeup, and we continued on our way. He was a very nice person and sent me downstairs to the hotel. Because we hit it off very well, he thought we would get together again tomorrow, and he nodded in agreement.
It rained a lot the next day. Gusu is a place of Jiangsu generation, with a lot of rain. Gusu city in the rain also has a general style. I smiled, knowing in my heart that that person would never appear again.
When I came to the lake where I first met, I only had a quick glance. At that glance, I caught a glimpse of his back and rowed away.
I hope you will be as happy as chatting with me then.
Sure enough, I still lack eyes to find beauty, but I'm afraid I'll remember this place in Gusu all my life. There is a saying that I have been to many cities, but I will only miss Gusu.
Stranger, thank you for sending away all my unhappy troubles, your company and your help.
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In the summer morning, I took my calligraphy equipment to participate in the competition.
After writing, I packed my things and walked out of the classroom. Looking up, I found a familiar figure in front of me. I ran as fast as I could, and when I turned around, she saw me, too. She is my classmate and transferred to another school in the fourth grade. We warmly greet each other, and it is always very exciting to meet again after a long separation.
She is as beautiful as ever. Two sweet dimples are particularly charming when they smile. Those little eyes are still so bright. She has grown taller, but lost a little weight.
She suggested going for a walk at school. So we walked along the tree-lined road, along the slowly flowing river, listening to the endless chirping of cicadas, and walked towards the school.
In front of the school, there are two tall Melaleuca trees. The leaves of this Melaleuca tree are different from those of other trees. They are thin and golden. The leaves have a faint fragrance, which wafts from Xia Feng and fills the whole campus. We stood under the tree. She stroked the rough trunk with one hand and sniffed a leaf with the other. Then she looked up and said to me, "Do you remember? We used to like to pick a leaf and put it in our mouth. I still remember the smell. "
We walked slowly in the summer campus, passed two teaching buildings and came to the big playground. The playground in summer vacation is very quiet, without the noise of the past. We walked to the right of the playground. She pointed to the stone bench and said, "When we first found money on the playground, it was here." The stone bench is a little old. She pointed to two big banyan trees beside the playground. There's no one under them. She said, "You see, we used to play under those two banyan trees." At this time, a gust of wind blows, and the trees hanging down from the banyan tree must sway with the wind.
There used to be an abandoned house behind the playground. I remember before, we used to play near the abandoned house, but now, it has been turned into a swimming pool, and she seems a little lost. I quickly said, "This is for students who learn to swim in the summer vacation. Let's swim here when we are free. " She gave me a look and smiled.
It was already afternoon when we came out of school, and we reluctantly said goodbye. Her figure gradually disappeared on the path shaded by camphor trees, and I look forward to our next meeting.
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With a cry, I was lucky enough to come to this wonderful world alone. The quiet night rendered a quiet and peaceful scene, but I couldn't sleep for a long time. Whenever this time, my mother always tells me stories. Amazingly, I always fall asleep after listening to stories. Since then, I have formed an indissoluble bond with this book.
When I babbled, books and I became inseparable "friends of life and death". Whenever I hold Andersen's fairy tales in my hand, the vicious queen makes me hate, the stupid emperor makes me feel ridiculous, and the poor ugly duckling makes me feel sorry ... so I can distinguish right from wrong and judge whether a person is ugly or beautiful.
When I was a child, I met Aunt Yang's naughty Ma Xiaotiao. Among them, the greedy little fatty Tang Fei and Ma Xiaotiao, the "grownup" Ding pretending to be knowledgeable, the angel, the gentle "talented woman" and the stuttering "big brother Gao" Zhang Da made my blood boil. After reading this book, I seem to have experienced a wonderful trip on a gorgeous cruise ship, which made me forget to eat and sleep.
Time flies. When I was young, my personality began to change and I became unhappy. I never believed in myself and was afraid to face the reality. So I fell into the ups and downs of fantasy novels and was deeply addicted to them. Fortunately, the teacher on the sidelines didn't let me go astray and pulled me back to Guangming Avenue.
There is a passage that I like best! "Hard work, it is difficult; It's harder not to work hard. Don't choose comfort at the age of struggle. No one can squander his youth and life. Nothing in this world is a blockbuster and soaring ... it's just that I insist more than others and work harder. " This passage made me feel a lot, and made me feel confused, confused and at a loss. It gave me my own opinion, gave me the right to use my life actively, made me forget who I used to be, and made me forget who I used to be.
Who thinks that he never encountered "confusion" when he was young! Fortunately, I met my "life and death friend"-book, and we overcame "confusion" together. Books are my life's wealth and my life's good friends. I will join hands with him towards that mysterious but hopeful future.
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Some people say that there will be a most beautiful encounter in life.
I met a tree in the most naive years.
I don't know the name of that tree, but others call it ugly fruit tree. Actually, it's not ugly at all I think it looks very beautiful. Its bark is rough, the grain is deep, and the tree is stiff and knotty. The sun shines on the rough wood grain, and generate gives off a dry and cracked fragrance like fried chestnuts. Its leaves are smooth and the lines are clear. When the wind blows, countless green leaves sway and fold in the wind. What you hear is not the sound of rustling, but the rhythm of life; First of all, its flowers are pink jade petals, and the leaves set off the rice-like pink flowers, just like many pink dolls lying in a small cradle smiling.
I was so tall when I was very short. I liked telling stories at that time. Every day, I will sit under the tree and tell it all kinds of fairy tales. Its leaves shook gently, as if intoxicated by my story. Tired of chatting, I stood up and picked up its fallen petals, which were small and beautiful.
Later, I had many thoughts and unhappy things in my study and life, but I didn't want to tell others, so I ran to find it and said it one by one. It is like a deep tree hole, which can accommodate all my complaints. Like a mentor, every time I complain to him, it's like getting some advice and my mood suddenly gets better.
Later, I made many new friends, so I seldom looked for them again. I just glanced at it from a distance when I went to clean it. It seems to have disappeared from my world and never appeared again.
Time flies, we graduated and didn't feel anything at first, but when I was worried, I suddenly found that I had nothing to talk about. I realized that what I miss most is not teachers, schools or friends, but the tree that has been with me for six years, the tree that always listens to my troubles.
Many times, when we meet for the first time, we feel that separation is nothing, but only when we lose it will we know how to cherish it, but what can we do? What is lost is lost, so cherish the present study time, cherish the present friends and cherish every minute. Only in this way will there be no regrets and regrets in the future.
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I almost forgot that this kind of thing can happen in my dreams. I firmly believe that if I really miss someone, I can meet them in my dream. I also firmly believe that the reason why I dream of someone is because the other person is thinking of me.
After all, my good friend and I have always been like this. I dreamed of him, and then I will tell him in a few days. When I dream about him again, he will say that he wants me to go out to play these days. Maybe some of them are fooling. I think since I dreamed of him, it means that I miss them and they will ask me out with high emotional intelligence.
But there are some I firmly believe that they just missed me at that time. Actually, I shouldn't say last night, but before I woke up this morning, I dreamed of him. You see, even if I don't say his nickname, I will habitually and subconsciously avoid his name. His nickname is only represented by him.
I dreamed that we grew up, and then he was still with me. In my dream, I hugged him and said don't go again, okay? I have really said this sentence many times, and it really seems that I am begging him not to leave again. I think in real life, I really shouldn't say this sentence, unless he really comes back early, maybe I can't control my emotions, and I will say don't go again.
After so many days apart, there is no contact, and this is the first time I dreamed of him. Maybe I dreamed about him before! But in the dream, the scene is so beautiful. Unfortunately, reality is not addictive. She won't give me a chance, and I don't want to give it.
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Tiny flames can also bloom bright colors; A small sapling can also earn a lot of money; A drop of dew can also gather into a clear spring ...
When I was bored, a touch of green outside the window floated into the room. With the call of spring, I came to the park and saw the beauty of spring.
Here, it has long been covered with green, and the grass has sprouted green branches and buds. After experiencing the cold wind, it is more upright, the leaves on the ground have disappeared, and the green leaves have been pulled out from the branches, like handfuls of pocket fans.
In this beautiful world, a touch of yellow came into my eyes, and memories of a few years ago surfaced. When I first met it, the vibrant tall canopy, dense green leaves and tall trunk, like a wise old man, blocked countless ups and downs, covered the dazzling sunshine and left a trace of coolness for passers-by.
However, it is completely different from before. The branches and leaves no longer exist. Only the trunk, which is still thick, supports the weather-beaten "old waist", which can no longer bring a trace of shade to people when it is beaten by wind and rain. Is this the end of a century-old tree? No, it didn't give up. Although it was a dying day, I still dedicated my life to every inch of land.
I suddenly came to my senses and suddenly found a figure I had overlooked before. It was a little boy sitting on the lawn, looking at the "dead tree" from time to time, his head tilted slightly, his right hand kept paddling on the drawing board on his leg, and his eyes suddenly flashed with surprise. After painting, he stretched himself with satisfaction. When I took a closer look, I was surprised to find that this little painter with a disabled left hand could draw such a beautiful scenery!
From so many vibrant trees, he chose "dead trees" to paint it, perhaps because he felt in the same boat. Although misfortune befell him cruelly, it didn't stop him from loving painting, and every bit of his life was vividly displayed under his paintings.
Although I have never seen the little painter since then, his back is always imprinted in my memory. He is not depressed, not discouraged, optimistic, and I will never forget him.
A flame is insignificant, but it can start a prairie fire. No matter how small your life is, you can shine as long as you work hard enough.
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