Teacher! Teacher!

Yan lianke

I saw my teacher again, just like a pilgrim saw a god who was grateful to him since he was a child.

In the sunshine of the first month of this year, I went home to attend my uncle's funeral and the solemn commemoration of his third anniversary. In this spare space, Mr. Zhang came to my house and sat on the stool in my room. The emptiness and disorder of the countryside separated the distance and silence between me and my teacher. Sitting opposite each other, drinking white water, peeling apples, talking about a lot of homesickness and joy.

The world, for some people, is so cold that nothing grows; For some people, it is bustling and bustling, and there will be flowers and fruits every time you talk and walk. However, for my teacher Zhang Menggeng, it is the warmth in silence, and the warmth is wrapped in biting cold.

The teacher was born in the late 1920s. The teacher dropped out of school, dropped out of school and studied repeatedly. He walked between the ridge and life, experienced the sword and gun from Japan, and experienced the gunfire and smoke of the national tug-of-war, so that the red flag fluttered in 2008. I have always been hungry and cold in my memory, but during the land reform, my family suddenly became a landlord. All China people can imagine the twists and turns of their experiences and results, which are cold and weird. Fortunately, however, he is educated after all, and he has received a good education. The rural areas of this country are also the most aware of the weight of culture. Although culture is not necessarily dignity and wealth, it makes children literate, write their first and last names, and master arithmetic and measurement, which is also a part of life. Then the teacher becomes a teacher. A 43-year-old vegetation withered and withered in a school full of dust and grass, and the moss was dyed white.

I don't know how the teacher feels and what regrets he has about his life. From a simple "My Life-Autobiography of Zhang Menggeng" written by him, it makes people feel sad and bitter. I thought about the strength of the world and the weakness of people, and how fate and life are almost like running water on the dry sand. It can be said that it is flowing, but it cannot be separated from the dry and powerful engulfment. Finally, we graduated, and the teacher's hair was gray; When we reach middle age, our teacher fails. We have a family and a career, but the teacher is in a quiet life, watching the students he once disciplined and reprimanded, living a life of reviewing and recalling the past, thinking about the past that he still remembers, but his students dare not forget.

I still remember that in the first season, he was my head teacher and the bishop of Chinese. In that hot summer, aphids were everywhere in my cotton field, which made people panic. On the first day of Chinese class, I invited more than a dozen boys and girls in my class to help my mother catch aphids. Naturally, there was no one in the classroom that day, there were few students, and the teacher couldn't teach. Everyone could only read with books. On the morning of returning to school from the cotton field, the teacher asked me why I skipped class with my classmates. I actually plausibly said that I took my classmates to cotton fields to catch aphids for a long time; The teacher asked again, aphids are everywhere in the field. Should I help my mother catch aphids for a long time? It is said that cotton will not bear fruit in one season if aphids are not cleared up within three days. Time is pressing and there are not enough people at home. What's wrong with asking classmates for help?

The result seems to be skipping classes with my classmates, which is in line with the school rules and regulations, suitable for the law of human feelings, and makes the teacher talk on the podium for a while. Those unreasonable, powerful and stubborn memories of my youth may be the beginning of my writing today, daring to copy mechanically and trying to turn the impossible into a possible creative method. However, when I saw the teacher this time, I suddenly felt a sense of guilt that I had never felt in my heart for more than 30 years, facing an old man (mo dié, referring to ten years old) who raised me all my life.

We just sat drinking water and chatting until the sun set and reminisced about the past. The teacher insisted on leaving and said that the children were working outside and filial. A teacher with a rough life and serious teaching will have successful children and students in his later years, just like the intertwined vines, which will eventually spread out a forest. This is God's will.

When the teacher left my house, I helped him stand up; When I left the yard, I helped him cross the threshold; My 9 1 senior high school entrance examination network ()-the entrance of educational resources, provides and downloads teaching plans, courseware, papers, materials and various teaching resources, as well as a lot of rich teaching-related information! The uneven ground that helped him cross. When my father died too early, I helped my teacher like an elderly father. Looking at the fatherly teacher far away from the village head, he is like an old tree on the earth in the sunset until he slowly disappears at the village head. I also saw his figure walking in my heart, and his steps slowly fluctuated, just like I was silently listening to my heartbeat.

Attending can't say that the teacher is great, I just think he is great. Perhaps in this world, all talents are truly great, and greatness itself is actually a great vulgarity that is covered up.

(Excerpted from One Man, Three Rivers by China University Press, with deletion)

13. According to the context, talk about the meaning and function of adding words in the following sentences. (6 points)

(1) Looking at the students he once disciplined, reprimanded and comforted, he lived a life of memories.

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(2) Perhaps it is the beginning of my writing today. I dare to copy mechanically and try to turn the impossible into a possible creative method.

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14. Please start with the function of the first item in the article. (4 points)

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15. Please appreciate the underlined sentences from the perspective of character description or rhetorical application. (6 points)

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16. What are the characteristics of Teacher Zhang Menggeng? Please summarize the content of the article. (6 points)

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17. What did the teacher and "I" in this article inspire you? Please choose one to say. (4 points)

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13.( 1) Careful care and love show the teacher's heartfelt fatherly love for the students.

⑵ Learn from others and imitate boldly, which is the author's self-deprecating statement and reflects his distinctive language.

14.① Start the topic; 2 occupy the following; (3) show admiration and love for the teacher; (4) Highlight the excitement and happy mood of "I".

15. Character description angle: The action of "watching" in "Watching" ... The old tree shows the feeling of being reluctant to part with the teacher. "I also saw ... listening to my own heartbeat", the psychological description shows the shock that the teacher brought to the author's mind, and also shows that the author's respect and love for the teacher has already gone deep into the soul.

Rhetoric application angle: Looking at the Old Tree is a metaphor for people. People and trees are integrated into one, writing an ordinary and great, old and full of vitality image of the teacher and caring and sheltering him all his life. "Just as I Listen to My Heartbeat in Peace" is very exaggerated, and my respect and love for teachers have already penetrated into my soul.

16.① Life is bumpy, kind and optimistic; 2 thick culture, willing to be lonely; ③ Be committed to education and care for students.

17. Example of teacher's revelation: Be kind and tolerant to people and things, love life, be willing to contribute, and be serious and responsible in doing things.

An example of enlightenment from the perspective of "I": be grateful to teachers and parents, work hard, and dare to be good at self-reflection. "teacher! Teacher! " Look at the answer