It is they who sow beautiful seeds in my tender heart, and teach me to love my motherland, be diligent and studious, and be an honest person. Decades have passed, and the teachers' words still seem to echo in my ears.
My first school is called Zhuxi Primary School, which is located outside Zhoutieqiao North Street in Yixing, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. I still vaguely remember the narrow courtyard, the dark classroom, the auditorium with no seats but a small "stage" made of stone ... I remember the unforgettable assembly we held in this auditorium.
Probably 1942, the hard years of my career, when I was in the third grade of primary school. Teachers organized the whole school to hold many anti-Japanese speech contests here.
I was on the stage, too. The speech was written by Mr. Feng, the head teacher. I remember a sentence in it, "Man is a knife, and I am a fish."
The school is very close to the Japanese artillery tower near Yingqiao in North Street, only 200 meters. During the competition, someone stood guard at the school gate. When I saw the Japanese soldiers or translators passing by, I ran in to report, and then the speech was temporarily stopped and everyone sang together.
At that time, I was still young and didn't quite understand the possible consequences of this incident. Later, when I learned how the Japanese invaders brutally killed the patriots in China, I couldn't help but feel infinite admiration for the bravery of the teachers.
Teacher Feng not only teaches music, but also teaches Mandarin. She loves to wear cheongsam made of bamboo cloth, and sometimes she wears a black vest, which is very energetic.
She teaches school songs in primary schools. The lyrics and tones of the school song are beautiful.
The first few words are: "Zhushan is in the east, and the cycle of the lake is endless." The students are very happy.
Technology is not vanity, but application. ...... "Probably in order to let students really learn the skills of' practical application', the teachers are very strict with us, so strict that it is almost harsh.
At that time, corporal punishment had not been abolished, otherwise the teacher would hit your palm with a ruler I went to school when I was six. I was young and always sat in the front row in class. My former teachers all liked me very much.
They undoubtedly said a lot of compliments to me, but I can't remember; But I was inevitably criticized and even punished. I have never forgotten this scene. In my class, composition and writing big-character posters are my "strengths", but even in these two classes, I have been reprimanded.
I once wrote a composition on the topic of recalling an autumn outing. The article begins: On Sunday morning, I was playing on the grass outside West Street with several classmates, and suddenly I smelled the fragrance of osmanthus, so we went to Tangxia Village to pick osmanthus.
After reading it, Mr. Chen recognized the words "smell specialty" at the end. I didn't understand the meaning of this comment, so I asked.
My husband told me with a straight face: Tangxia is three miles away from here, and you can smell the sweet-scented osmanthus there. Is it a dog's nose? This words hurt my heart a little, but I still feel ashamed, because I really didn't smell osmanthus fragrance, and the first few words were made up by imagination. Once in a big word class, the teacher called me to the podium when handing out notebooks, and said to me seriously: Your score this time is C, which means you passed, but for you, it is a failure, because you should have got an A.
If you do this again in the future, you will be slapped. I feel a little embarrassed to say it in front of the whole class, but I am still convinced, because I tried my best to whisper to my classmates in the first half of that big class, and my handwriting was really sloppy.
There is only one course in my impression that the teacher is particularly tolerant, and that is translating Japanese. Teachers don't care even if they skip classes.
From this combination of leniency and severity, we primary school students seem to understand some truths that teachers have not made clear. I graduated from primary school the year I won the Anti-Japanese War.
Grandparents died one after another, and my father was still in the rear, so I followed my aunt to Shanghai. The English level of private middle schools in Shanghai is very high. In grade one, they learned the fifth book of Flexible English by Ming Kai Bookstore.
There is no English class in the primary school in my hometown, so I can't keep up with my work. A rural child was easily looked down upon in Shanghai at that time, not to mention some homework! The following year, when my father came back from the home front, I transferred to Pengcheng Middle School in Xiao He, Yixing, where I became a resident student.
Father is a poet, living in his own world and seldom caring about children. It was Xue Shungan, a teacher from Pengcheng Middle School, who gave me fatherly love that I had never enjoyed before.
I remember that Mr. Wang is from Jiangyin, tall and thin, and likes to wear a gray gown and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He liked watching me do my homework when I was studying by myself last night. During the exam, he stood behind me for a long time, looking at my answer sheet; He often takes me back to his own dormitory, cares about my warmth and asks me to eat his green beans.
His kind, cordial and trusting eyes warmed my lonely heart and inspired my courage and strength to make progress. This year, among nearly 100 students in the whole grade, I unexpectedly won the first place.
Since then, I have re-established my confidence in myself and swept away my eternal inferiority in Shanghai. From Grade Three to Grade Two, I returned to my hometown of Zhoutieqiao and studied in Zhuxi Middle School.
Most of the old teachers here are the teaching backbone and administrative leaders of the famous Suzhou high school in Jiangsu Province. They were dismissed because they offended the Kuomintang authorities and lost the case in court, so they decided to go back to their hometowns collectively to rebuild Zhuxi Middle School.
Their teaching is not only high-level, but also distinctive. For example, Mr. Cheng Ximin did not talk about the party's righteousness in the civics class, but told us that the world is material and the exploitation system will eventually be eliminated.
Teacher Feng's lectures are also very attractive. He loves to write on the blackboard. He always starts from the upper left corner and demonstrates everything on the blackboard so that students can see it at a glance.
After a class, there is a full hall and a neat blackboard. Mr. Bi Fuzhen teaches English. He used the original edition of The Complete Book of English as a grammar textbook to guide us to interpret English sentences according to the requirements in the book. We are not allowed to make any mistakes in understanding the meaning and function of any word in the sentence.
They are upright, honest and have a sense of justice; At the same time, I have a deep academic ability and a strong sense of responsibility. You can do it at.
2. Unforgettable enlightenment scripture is in the book! Original text; I always remember my first teacher with deep gratitude. It's them,
Sowing beautiful seeds in my childish mind taught me to love my motherland, be diligent and important.
Be an upright and honest person. After decades, the teachers' words still seem to be in my ears.
Side echo. My first school is called Zhuxi Primary School. I still vaguely remember that narrow patio,
Dark classroom, auditorium without seats, only a small stone "stage" ...
I remember the unforgettable meeting we held in this auditorium.
Probably 1942, the hard years of my career, when I was in the third grade of primary school.
Teachers organized the whole school to hold many anti-Japanese speech contests here. I also board.
Cross the stage. This speech was written by Mr. Feng, the head teacher. The school is outside North Street. Yingqiao is away from Japan.
The turret is very close, only 200 meters. During the competition, someone stood guard at the school gate.
Seeing Japanese soldiers or translators passing by, they ran in to report, and the speech stopped temporarily.
Everybody sing together.
At that time, I was still young and didn't quite understand the possible consequences of this incident. Later, when I learned
I felt sorry for the teachers when the Japanese invaders brutally killed the patriots in China.
Brave, can not help but feel infinite admiration from the bottom of my heart.
I went to school at the age of six, and I was young. I always sit in the front row of the classroom.
Teachers like me very much. There is no doubt that they said a lot of compliments to me, but I
There is no way to remember; But I still can't avoid being criticized and even punished. This is my situation.
I haven't forgotten.
In my class, composition and writing big-character posters are my "strengths", but it is in these two subjects.
In class, I was also scolded. I once wrote a composition on the topic of recalling an autumn outing. At the beginning of the article,
I said: Sunday morning, I was playing on the grass outside West Street with some classmates, and I suddenly smelled it.
After a burst of osmanthus, we went to Tangxia Village to pick osmanthus. Teacher Chen read it and finally approved it.
The word "olfactory specialty" was added. I didn't understand the meaning of this comment, so I asked. Sir, don't laugh.
The face said to me: Tangxia is three miles away from here, and you can still smell the sweet-scented osmanthus there, which is difficult.
Does the knife have a dog nose? This sentence hurts me a little, but I still feel ashamed because I
I really don't smell osmanthus. The first few words were fabricated out of thin air. Once I went to college.
In the word class, the teacher called me to the podium when handing out notebooks, and said to me seriously: You succeeded this time.
If you get a C, you pass, but for you, it's a failure, because you should have got an A.
Yes If you do this again in the future, you will be slapped. I'm sorry for saying that in front of the class.
It's a little embarrassing, but I'm still convinced, because I tried my best to make peace in the first half of that Chinese character class.
The classmate sitting next to him whispered that the handwriting was really careless.
There is only one course in the impression that the teacher is particularly tolerant, and that is
Japanese as a translator. Teachers don't care even if they skip classes. From this tolerance,
We primary school students seem to realize what the teacher didn't make clear.
In the second year after liberation, I left school and went to Beijing to take part in revolutionary work. From there
Later, the long years passed and many things I experienced were forgotten. Just a teenager.
The scenes of study and middle school life and the smiling faces of the first batch of teachers are still in my memory from time to time.
Emerge in my mind, causing me to think and daydream. Since the late fifties, I have also embarked on the path that my first teachers have taken, and I have also become.
A teacher. I made this choice willingly. I love the profession of teaching.
Even in those years when I was in charge of school administration, I still completed my task as an ordinary teacher.
When all the teaching workload is completed; Even in those years when I transferred to another school and became an official,
I still stick to my teaching position as a teacher.
When I stand on the pulpit and preach my faith to young people, I will think
Remember my first teacher. This reminds me of what people pay in ordinary teaching posts.
Efforts will not be in vain. Because the seeds sown by the teacher are blooming on the students.
These flowers bear fruit. Why didn't the seeds we sowed blossom and bear fruit on the students?
3. The main content of the text "Unforgettable Enlightenment" This lesson is an article recalling the enlightenment teacher.
Focusing on the anti-Japanese speech contest, the teacher's two criticisms of "I" and the boycott of Japanese classes, this paper shows the patriotic spirit of the enlightenment teacher and the strict requirements for students, and expresses the author's reverence, gratitude and nostalgia for the enlightenment teacher. At the beginning of the text, I write "my gratitude and nostalgia for the first teacher"; As a result, the memories of the first teacher naturally lead to three things; Finally, talk about the influence of the first teacher's education on me.
The focus of the text is the memory of three things, among which "anti-Japanese speech contest" and "boycott Japanese class" may be more difficult for students. When the hometown was occupied by the Japanese army and the school was only 200 meters away from the Japanese turret, it was really a fearless heroic act to hold the anti-Japanese speech contest "many times".
You know, once this incident is discovered by the Japanese invaders, those teachers may be beheaded. It is impossible for the teacher not to know about it.
But in order to sow the seeds of patriotism in children's hearts, they have obviously put their own life and death at risk. What lofty patriotism! Because of this, when "I" know the possible consequences of teachers' actions, "I can't help but feel infinite admiration for teachers' bravery".
4. Who has unforgettable enlightenment ■ Saga often thinks of my first teacher with deep gratitude. They planted beautiful seeds in my tender heart, and taught me to love my motherland, be diligent and eager to learn, and be an honest person. After decades, the teachers' words still seem to ring in my ears. My first school is called Zhuxi Primary School. It is located outside Zhoutieqiao North Street in Yixing, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. I still vaguely remember the narrow courtyard, the dark classroom, the auditorium with no seats but a small stone "stage" ... I remember the unforgettable assembly we held in this auditorium. Probably 1942, the hard years of the occupation. When I was in the third grade of primary school, teachers had organized all the students to hold many anti-Japanese speech contests here. I also went to Taiwan Province. This speech was written by Mr. Feng, a teacher at this level. I remember there was a sentence called "I am a fish". The school is very close to the Japanese turret near Yingqiao outside North Street, only 200 meters. During the competition, someone stood guard at the school gate and saw Japanese soldiers or translators passing by. Everybody sing together. At that time, I was still young and didn't quite understand the possible consequences of this incident. Later, when I learned how the Japanese invaders brutally killed the patriots in China, I couldn't help but feel infinite admiration for the bravery of the teachers. Mr. Feng teaches Mandarin and music. She likes to wear a cheongsam made of green bamboo cloth and sometimes a black vest. Very energetic. She taught the school song in primary school. The lyrics and tones of the school song are beautiful. The first few words are: "Zhushan is in the east, and the lake is endless." The students are very happy. Skills are not vain, so as to apply them to the world ... "Probably in order to let students really learn the ability of" applying the world ",the teacher is very strict with us, a little strict. The teacher will hit your palm with a ruler. I went to school at the age of six, and I was young. I always sit in the front row in class, and teachers like me very much. They undoubtedly said a lot of compliments to me, but I can't remember them. However, I am still inevitably criticized and even punished. I have never forgotten this scene. Writing and writing big characters are my "strengths" in class. However, even in these two classes, I was reprimanded. Once, I wrote a composition entitled "Remember the Autumn Tour". The article begins: On Sunday morning, I was playing with some classmates on the grass outside West Street when I suddenly smelled a sweet osmanthus fragrance. We went to Tangxia Village to pick osmanthus. After reading it, Mr. Chen recognized the words "smell specialty" at the end. I didn't understand the meaning of this comment, so I asked. My husband said to me with a straight face: Tangxia is three miles away from here, and you can smell the sweet-scented osmanthus there. Is it a dog's nose? It hurts my heart a little, but I still feel ashamed, because I really don't smell osmanthus. The first few words are fabricated out of thin air. Once in a Chinese character class, the teacher called me to the podium when handing out notebooks and said to me seriously: You got a C this time, but for you, it was a failure because you should have got an A. If you do this again in the future, you will have to clap your hands. In front of the whole class. But I am still convinced, because in the first half of that big-character poster class, I tried to whisper to my classmates, and my handwriting was really careless. In my impression, there is only one course, and that is Japanese as a translator. Even if I skip class, the teacher doesn't care. From this generosity, we primary school students seem to understand the truth that some teachers have not said. In the year of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's victory. I graduated from primary school. Grandparents died one after another, and my father was still in the home front, so I followed my aunt to study in Shanghai. The English level of private middle schools in Shanghai is very high. In the first grade, I participated in the fifth volume of Active English published by Ming Kai Bookstore. There is no English class in the primary school in my hometown, so I naturally can't keep up with my work. A rural child was easily looked down upon in Shanghai at that time, not to mention some homework! The following year, when my father came back from the home front, I transferred to Pengcheng Middle School in Xiao He, Yixing, and became a resident student. My father is a poet. He lives in his own world and seldom cares about his children. It was Xue Shungan, a teacher from Pengcheng Middle School, who gave me fatherly love that I had never enjoyed before. I remember that my husband is from Jiangyin, tall and thin, and loves to wear a long gray coat and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He liked it very much when he studied by himself last night. When invigilating, he stood behind me for a long time, looking at my answer sheet; He often takes me back to his own dormitory, cares about my warmth and asks me to eat his green beans. His kind, cordial and trusting eyes warmed my lonely heart and inspired my courage and strength to make progress. This year, among nearly 100 students in the whole grade, I unexpectedly won the first place. Since then, I have re-established my confidence in myself, which I once had in Shanghai. I went back to my hometown, Zhou Tieqiao, and studied in Zhuxi Middle School. Most of the teachers here are the teaching backbones and administrative leaders of the famous Suzhou High School in Jiangsu Province. They were dismissed for offending the Kuomintang authorities and lost the case in court, so they decided to return to their hometowns collectively to rebuild Zhuxi Middle School. Their teaching is not only high-level, but also distinctive. For example, Mr. Cheng Ximin didn't talk about the party's meaning in the civics class, but he told us that the world is. The system of exploitation will eventually be eliminated. Mr. Feng makes teaching very attractive. He loves to write on the blackboard. He always starts from the upper left corner and demonstrates everything on the blackboard so that students can see it at a glance. After a class, it is full and neat. Teacher Bi Fuzhen teaches English. He uses the original Complete Works of English as a grammar textbook to guide us to put English sentences according to the requirements in the book. At the same time, they have profound academic ability and a strong sense of responsibility. For us young people in rural areas, it is really lucky to be able to work under their doors. They are not only our teachers who teach and solve problems, but also our role models. In the second year after liberation,
5. The sentences in the text of Unforgettable Enlightenment explain the main content of Unforgettable Enlightenment. This lesson is to recall the article of the first teacher.
Focusing on the anti-Japanese speech contest, the teacher's two criticisms of "I" and the boycott of Japanese classes, this paper shows the patriotic spirit of the enlightenment teacher and the strict requirements for students, and expresses the author's reverence, gratitude and nostalgia for the enlightenment teacher. At the beginning of the text, I write "my gratitude and nostalgia for the first teacher"; As a result, the memories of the first teacher naturally lead to three things; Finally, talk about the influence of the first teacher's education on me.
The focus of the text is the memory of three things, among which "anti-Japanese speech contest" and "boycott Japanese class" may be more difficult for students. When the hometown was occupied by the Japanese army and the school was only 200 meters away from the Japanese turret, it was really a fearless heroic act to hold the anti-Japanese speech contest "many times".
You know, once this incident is discovered by the Japanese invaders, those teachers may be beheaded. It is impossible for the teacher not to know about it.
But in order to sow the seeds of patriotism in children's hearts, they have obviously put their own life and death at risk. What lofty patriotism! Because of this, when "I" know the possible consequences of teachers' actions, "I can't help but feel infinite admiration for teachers' bravery".
6. Interpretation of Sentences in Unforgettable Enlightenment Text Sha 1934, born in Yixing, Jiangsu Province, Professor Peking University, doctoral supervisor, professor of the Central Party History Research Office, vice president of the China Party History Society, vice president of the National History Society of the People's Republic of China, and vice chairman of the teaching steering committee of Marxist theory courses in colleges and universities of the Ministry of Education.
This lesson is an article recalling the first teacher. Focusing on the anti-Japanese speech contest, the teacher's two criticisms of "I" and the boycott of Japanese classes, this paper shows the patriotic spirit of the enlightenment teacher and the strict requirements for students, and expresses the author's reverence, gratitude and nostalgia for the enlightenment teacher.
At the beginning of the text, I write "my gratitude and nostalgia for the first teacher"; As a result, the memories of the first teacher naturally lead to three things; Finally, talk about the influence of the first teacher's education on me. The focus of the text is the memory of three things, among which "anti-Japanese speech contest" and "boycott Japanese class" may be more difficult for students.
When the hometown was occupied by the Japanese army and the school was only 200 meters away from the Japanese turret, it was really a fearless heroic act to hold the anti-Japanese speech contest "many times". You know, once this incident is discovered by the Japanese invaders, those teachers may be beheaded.
It is impossible for the teacher not to know about it. But in order to sow the seeds of patriotism in children's hearts, they have obviously put their own life and death at risk. What lofty patriotism! Because of this, when "I" know the possible consequences of teachers' actions, "I can't help but feel infinite admiration for teachers' bravery".
Why are teachers "particularly tolerant" of "Japanese as a translator"? Why "even cut class, the teacher doesn't care"? The reason is that the Japanese invaders forced China children to take this course, with the purpose of instilling the invaders' thoughts with the help of language classes and turning China children into tame tools under their rule. They planted beautiful seeds in my young mind and taught me to love my motherland, study hard and be an honest person. ; ; My understanding of this sentence is: from here we can see that the teacher is a person who loves the motherland, is diligent and studious, and is honest and clean. Expressed the author's reverence for the enlightenment teacher. Please accept my thanks.
7. Unforgettable enlightenment scripture is in the book! Original text; I always remember my first teacher with deep gratitude. It's them,
Sowing beautiful seeds in my childish mind taught me to love my motherland, be diligent and important.
Be an upright and honest person. After decades, the teachers' words still seem to be in my ears.
Side echo. My first school is called Zhuxi Primary School. I still vaguely remember that narrow patio,
Dark classroom, auditorium without seats, only a small stone "stage" ...
I remember the unforgettable meeting we held in this auditorium.
Probably 1942, the hard years of my career, when I was in the third grade of primary school.
Teachers organized the whole school to hold many anti-Japanese speech contests here. I also board.
Cross the stage. This speech was written by Mr. Feng, the head teacher. The school is outside North Street. Yingqiao is away from Japan.
The turret is very close, only 200 meters. During the competition, someone stood guard at the school gate.
Seeing Japanese soldiers or translators passing by, they ran in to report, and the speech stopped temporarily.
Everybody sing together.
At that time, I was still young and didn't quite understand the possible consequences of this incident. Later, when I learned
I felt sorry for the teachers when the Japanese invaders brutally killed the patriots in China.
Brave, can not help but feel infinite admiration from the bottom of my heart.
I went to school at the age of six, and I was young. I always sit in the front row of the classroom.
Teachers like me very much. There is no doubt that they said a lot of compliments to me, but I
There is no way to remember; But I still can't avoid being criticized and even punished. This is my situation.
I haven't forgotten.
In my class, composition and writing big-character posters are my "strengths", but it is in these two subjects.
In class, I was also scolded. I once wrote a composition on the topic of recalling an autumn outing. At the beginning of the article,
I said: Sunday morning, I was playing on the grass outside West Street with some classmates, and I suddenly smelled it.
After a burst of osmanthus, we went to Tangxia Village to pick osmanthus. Teacher Chen read it and finally approved it.
The word "olfactory specialty" was added. I didn't understand the meaning of this comment, so I asked. Sir, don't laugh.
The face said to me: Tangxia is three miles away from here, and you can still smell the sweet-scented osmanthus there, which is difficult.
Does the knife have a dog nose? This sentence hurts me a little, but I still feel ashamed because I
I really don't smell osmanthus. The first few words were fabricated out of thin air. Once I went to college.
In the word class, the teacher called me to the podium when handing out notebooks, and said to me seriously: You succeeded this time.
If you get a C, you pass, but for you, it's a failure, because you should have got an A.
Yes If you do this again in the future, you will be slapped. I'm sorry for saying that in front of the class.
It's a little embarrassing, but I'm still convinced, because I tried my best to make peace in the first half of that Chinese character class.
The classmate sitting next to him whispered that the handwriting was really careless.
There is only one course in the impression that the teacher is particularly tolerant, and that is
Japanese as a translator. Teachers don't care even if they skip classes. From this tolerance,
We primary school students seem to realize what the teacher didn't make clear.
In the second year after liberation, I left school and went to Beijing to take part in revolutionary work. From there
Later, the long years passed and many things I experienced were forgotten. Just a teenager.
The scenes of study and middle school life and the smiling faces of the first batch of teachers are still in my memory from time to time.
Emerge in my mind, causing me to think and daydream. Since the late fifties, I have also embarked on the path that my first teachers have taken, and I have also become.
A teacher. I made this choice willingly. I love the profession of teaching.
Even in those years when I was in charge of school administration, I still completed my task as an ordinary teacher.
When all the teaching workload is completed; Even in those years when I transferred to another school and became an official,
I still stick to my teaching position as a teacher.
When I stand on the pulpit and preach my faith to young people, I will think
Remember my first teacher. This reminds me of what people pay in ordinary teaching posts.
Efforts will not be in vain. Because the seeds sown by the teacher are blooming on the students.
These flowers bear fruit. Why didn't the seeds we sowed blossom and bear fruit on the students?