I opened them one by one, and the eye-catching words came into view: "Comrade Jiang won the second class in the company" and "the company's new Long March attacker" ... These honorary certificates were issued by the Education and Training Center, by the group company, and by the Yangzhou Municipal Education Bureau and the Communist Youth League jiangsu provincial party committee! At this time, I can't help but see the past scenes.
One night when I was in kindergarten, all the children were picked up by their parents. I stared at the kindergarten gate, my eyes were sour, but I still couldn't see my father. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying. It's six o'clock. It's time for teachers to get off work. Before they left, they said to me, "Everyone will pick you up except the reliable people you know. Don't go with them." I nodded with tears. The teacher handed me over to the master in the reception room and left. I didn't cry when the master talked to me. After a while, I felt very lonely, so I played with toys to amuse myself and pass the time. The master of the reception office doesn't like playing and watching TV. It's half past seven, and dad hasn't come yet. I was scared to tears. The old master is a good man. He coaxed me for a long time and made me noodles. I sobbed and took a bite of noodles. I finished a small bowl after eight o'clock. Finally, accompanied by the master of the reception office, I fell asleep.
Suddenly, I was awakened by someone. When I opened my eyes, it was my father. My tears welled up again. I hit my father with my little hand: "Bad dad, why are you here now!" " "Dad's eyes are wet. He wiped my tears and said, "Good son, I'm sorry. Dad forgot about your mother's business trip. "
Afterwards, I learned that a middle school student left without saying goodbye because he had some problems with his parents. My dad heard about this situation and couldn't eat, so he looked for it with another teacher. They searched the whole living area and didn't find the student at Xupu River until eight o'clock in the evening. Under the patient persuasion and education of his father, the student went home with his father.
When my father sent his students home and walked into his house wearily, it suddenly occurred to me that my mother was on a business trip and I was still in kindergarten! He just hurried to the kindergarten. ...
1995 65438+ 10, my father saw a series of reports on "poor students, you should hold on" in China Youth magazine. In order to send warmth to poor students and educate middle school students in Yihua, he came up with the idea of sending me back to my hometown and picking up two poor students from Beijing for the New Year. With the support of the Party organization of the Education and Training Center, school leaders and China Youth Magazine, my father's wish came true. So, at the age of seven, I was sent home for the New Year. In my memory, this is the most unhappy Spring Festival I have ever spent-I miss my parents, and I cry when I think about it ... Some things I learned only after the event: that Spring Festival, my parents warmly hosted visitors from afar and held a birthday for one of the poor students.
Party. On New Year's Eve, my father also gave them lucky money and paid the poor students' travel expenses, totaling more than 1000 yuan. ...
Dad loves his work and his students very much. He seldom has time to take care of my health and study. I blame my father a little, and my tired mother often blames him, but I think my father's image is as tall and respectable as countless teachers.
I carefully put these bright red certificates of honor back in my small bag and zipped them up. At this time, I feel that I have grown up and learned a lot.