A piece of chalk is clean, the three-foot platform is sunny and rainy all the year round, plus five internal organs, six lungs and seven mouths, and Jiu Si ten creams, the teaching will be well done, and the sweat will be sincere and fragrant. Ten volumes of poems, nine chapters, eight articles and seven latitudes of geography, plus six arts, five classics, four books, three characters and two elegance, are tireless in teaching people and diligently cultivating talents, making China prosperous. This is my favorite couplet, because it praises our great and selfless teacher.
When I was in the second grade, my handwriting was not the best, not even the top fifteen, and I was often troubled by it myself. Why is my handwriting not as chic and feminine as Xiao A, nor as firm and resolute as Xiao B, but rather concave and convex, like a loach? Structurally, it is either "a long time before I met her, but it has been longer since we broke up" or "Ma Rulong", which is called "wild grass". You may not believe it, because I am one of the best writers now, but the reality at that time was so cruel. Whenever I see Xiao A and Xiao B taking part in the class competition, I feel indescribable envy and jealousy. I can't wait for those disfigured words to become "nine-day fairies." But fantasy is beautiful and reality is cruel. My Chinese teacher, Miss Wang, also talked to me specially to help me analyze my handwriting. At first, I saw the teacher's face was still timid and shy, but listening to Mr. Wang's kind words, I slowly raised my head; Seeing the kind face and encouraging eyes of the teacher again, I slowly relaxed. The warm words of the teacher contained my little heart and let my psychological world shine into the sunshine from the long, sultry and soul-destroying weather. The teacher's words, like a warm current, warmed my heart and let me know that the teacher is a loving mother, not only not terrible, but also full of love. It is the teacher's words that make my jealousy of my classmates who write well disappear, my doubts about myself disappear, and my complaints about the teacher disappear. I humbly accepted the teacher's advice. I will write every word carefully and accept every good opinion with an open mind in the future. I found that I was not only fascinated by writing, but also fell in love with writing, and I was much more cheerful and less afraid of teachers. During the summer vacation, the teacher asked me to practice a copybook. I write carefully every day, one by one. One lesson a day, never in arrears, never write more. Sometimes, when you are too tired, you just want to write tomorrow. But the teacher's expectant eyes suddenly appeared in my mind, so kind and cordial, I washed my face with cold water and wrote hard; Sometimes, I am very tired, but the teacher's words "the teacher believes in you" echo in my ears, and I grit my teeth and insist on writing. When school started, I looked at the cute and beautiful elf in my pen and smiled with relief. The comments given by the teacher doomed me to be crazy about calligraphy.
Teacher Wang wrote:
Not many people take every word seriously from beginning to end. You are one of the most dazzling stars. But gold always shines.
Three generations of gentlemen. You will never forget your kindness.
My mother propped up a sky of love for me.
Happiness is a seedling, shaking its tender body and silently telling the sky; Happiness is a silkworm baby, chewing crisp mulberry leaves and playing "rustling" music; Happiness is a young swallow, spreading its wings through the tip of a willow and cutting out a piece of spring scenery; Happiness is a river, rushing endlessly, roaring huge and pure waves ... happiness is my mother's love for us!
10 years ago, because my parents were going out to work, I was sent to my grandmother's house under 6 years old. Although I am very happy here with my grandmother, I am still eager to grow up under my mother's wings. Finally, when I was 9 years old, my mother took me to Huizhou for the summer vacation. I was very happy at first, but when I got there, I lost my previous excitement. There, I have to do all my own things, which is a problem for someone who has never washed clothes or even done housework. So my mother taught me again and again, and kept nagging: "You are such a big man that you can't even wash clothes. Your grandparents usually have to do business and have no time to take care of you. You have to do your own thing. " Whenever I hear this kind of "nagging", I will blame my mother from the heart, but I also study hard to do some housework. After a summer vacation, I can skillfully wash clothes, cook and help my mother do some work.
When I returned to my grandmother's house, I felt a different person. I am so diligent that my grandparents always praise me. Now I understand: the kite flies high because it is pulled by a thread. If you cut the wire, it will fall to the ground and never fly again. My parents are like the thread of this kite, and I am the kite. I can't live under the protection of my parents all my life. Once I step into the society, I will face a more severe test. So I am grateful for my mother's "nagging" at that time, and I am grateful for her love for me.
Mom, thank you for holding up a blue sky for me!