Qingming Festival is coming to recall my teacher

Maybe Tomb Sweeping Day is coming, which makes my missing more heavy, makes my thoughts more distant, and makes me miss my teacher who is far away in heaven. No matter heavy missing or distant thoughts, they will leave this grief in the Qingming of this spring and become distant and profound memories. Teacher, you have left the world for more than five years. Looking back, you are vaguely in my memory. In a season of warm spring and blooming flowers, there is a chemistry class which is tense and full of gunpowder. On the platform stood a male teacher who was about 40 years away, with his teeth open outside and his head barren. Facing a girl student with rhythm, preparation, harshness and anger. The female student stood under the platform at a loss. More than ten minutes passed, and the female student returned to her seat with tears. In that class, the female students were always immersed in the sudden harsh sound. In a trance, a class passed. After the female students calmed down and filtered out their thoughts, they found the reason for being criticized. It turned out that two of the three chemistry homework questions were wrong. She imagined more than 60 pairs of mocking eyes of the whole class when she was criticized, and the faint smile she heard. She felt more and more ashamed. She hated and hated this bald teacher, those who hated him for being indifferent, and those who hated him for being sarcastic, in the following days, bald took the place of his title of teacher. At the same time, in order to save face, she studied harder. That girl is me. That chemistry teacher is my mentor —– Zheng Shujian. Later, the final exam. The highest score of chemistry in the whole grade is 92, and my score is 90. The day before the summer vacation, teacher Zheng asked me to enter his office. I was full of resentment and doubt to him. He unexpectedly came without invitation. I was determined to quarrel with him, he stood in front of him with his chest high and head high. He smiled unexpectedly: still angry with me? If I didn’t criticize you that time, would I have today’s results? Besides, you don’t want to think how difficult your learning opportunities are. My anger to quarrel was suddenly annihilated by his gentle words without any effort, and my resentment was completely obliterated by one of his smiles. I suddenly had mixed feelings, and tears poured down like pouring down. Yes, the hard-won learning opportunity came from my struggle with my mother, aunt and grandma one year after I graduated from junior high school. I often remembered my uncle-aunt, uncle-aunt, cousins and Grandma’s slanting eyes, and their disdainful tone. My mother could have gone to college, but she was forced to support. Finally, he married his father, who was the curator of the town cultural center at that time. After the Great Cultural Revolution, he finally lived in the countryside as a farmer. Mother’s marriage irritated grandma, so she welcomed the anger of all her direct relatives. However, my father is a child raised by him, and he has no family to support, so he is often bullied by villagers. In order to gain a firm foothold, my mother desperately gave birth to a boy. Until my fifth child, I had two younger brothers. Therefore, the poverty of my family can be imagined. Based on fairness, my mother discussed with me after I graduated from junior high school whether I could give the opportunity to study to my younger brothers and sisters (all this was the idea of Aunt and grandma.). I agreed, however, after a year of farming, I suddenly felt unfair to me. So, with files, I found the high school that I was admitted to but didn’t attend, and went straight to the principal’s office to explain the reason. Unexpectedly, the principal was my mother’s junior high school classmate. Unexpectedly, therefore, I went to high school unexpectedly. My mother is helpless even if I am like this. When I got the opportunity to study, I also worked hard. The grade of senior one was good, almost the top three in the class. When I got to senior two, I felt a little slack and had fun, and then I got wrong questions. Finally, the storm was created. My pouring tears were filled with regret. I suddenly found that my teacher-Zheng Shujian, whose barren head was exactly the symbol of his wisdom, it is the symbol of his high sense of responsibility and the symbol of sobering moisture. Now, I have also become a teacher. Whenever I meet a student who is fond of playing but not learning in teaching and wants to give up, I think of my teacher Zheng Shujian, his harsh voice and smile. Therefore, pick up the responsibility of preaching, teaching and dispelling doubts again, use my strictness, my love and my patience to calm the impetuous hearts one by one and return to the classroom. Teacher, do you know? I once wanted to spend a wonderful weekend with you. However, you were so ruthless. When I arrived at your residence, you passed away first because of overwork, leaving a sigh of regret, leave me a mass of grief. Teacher, how are you there? Are you always paying attention to your students with your wisdom, responsibility and love? Teacher, can you dance in my dream like Zhuang Zhou? I have too many words, too many missing and too many regrets to dispel. Teacher, did you hear my call to you? Why can’t I realize such a small wish that I want to visit you? Let me leave no regrets, no sadness, no infinite nostalgia. Outside the window, it is patter, half is spring rain, half is heart rain. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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