One night, at the dinner table. "Grandma, I only eat vegetables these two days, no meat!" As soon as I finished complaining, grandma smiled and said, "Tomorrow, there may not even be white rice!" " "Grandma and I looked at each other and laughed together. When I was a child, I was fostered at my grandmother's house. Grandma is a tall, fair-skinned and elegant old lady. The most obvious place on her face is the crow's feet around her eyes, so deep and natural. Naturally, when grandma laughs, a deep ditch narrows in the corner of her eye, which is not abrupt, but more intimate. So those poor days were full of crow's feet, and grandma was always so optimistic, cheerful and full of vitality. And it was in the days when I lived alone with my grandmother that I learned the true meaning of happiness.
When I was in kindergarten, my grades were a little poor. At that time, my report card was a five-point system, and my scores in all subjects were 1 or 2. I said to my grandmother, "Sorry, it's all 1 2 points." She narrowed her crow's feet and said, "Never mind, never mind, 1 2 points adds up to 5 points!" "I asked," can the scores of all subjects add up? " This time, she said seriously and decisively, "Of course. Life is all power! "But at that time, I didn't quite understand what this meant. I only clearly remember that crow's feet are rippling and a string of hearty laughter is rippling.
Grandma never asked me, "How was school? Can you understand in class? " However, there is only one thing that she will never nag. "Smile and say hello to others. The best thing the poor can do is to show a smile. " When she said this, grandma's eyes sparkled and the crow's feet around her eyes deepened. Therefore, I will pay attention to greet my neighbors with a smile and spirit. After school, I greet my aunt with a smile, and she will happily send me some steamed buns at home. What a good result! Grandma said that a smile is a kind of wealth. She always smiles, so her neighbors get along well with her and are glad to send her some vegetables, fruits, cakes and snacks.
It is hot in summer, which is even more torture for us who can't afford a fan. The soil has lost its luster, the grass has lost its vitality, the trees hang their heads, and cicadas are noisy in the trees, which makes people upset. At this time, grandma will move to a small bench, hold a big banana fan and slowly shake the fan for me, but she is already sweating like a pig. No matter how hot the weather is, she always smiles and says, "Don't always complain about cold and heat. Summer thanks winter, and winter thanks summer!" " "Grandma's deep crow's feet are particularly refreshing in the hot summer days.
When enjoying the cool under the big tree, you will tell me the truth: "You will dream until you die! It doesn't matter if it doesn't come true. After all, it is just a dream. " When I lie in bed thinking about my parents, you always pat me on the back. "Don't mention sadness at night. There is nothing wrong with leaving the sad things until that day. " When my parents took me away, I cried and said that I would always miss you. You never shed a tear and said, "When the clock goes backwards, people will think it is broken and throw it away. People should not always look back on the past, but should keep moving forward! " But I can clearly see that your crow's feet, which have been smiling, are also full of sadness ... Grandma's crow's feet, which carry many smiles, shuttled through my childhood and kept telling me-live with a smile!
At the end of the high clouds
Students like to evaluate their teachers. If there is a teacher with a little "characteristics" standing on the podium, the students will make faces at each other and discuss endlessly in twos and threes after class. Soon, the "news" about teachers will be passed down forever. I remember when I first entered the second year of high school, having such a teacher with "characteristics" became our most interested topic.
Before class, I revealed that this person is over 60 years old, introverted and moody ... Moody? My heart is pounding.
"coming!" Someone exclaimed. I saw an old man "jumping out" slowly from the end of the corridor, and the classroom suddenly became quiet, and a pair of curious eyes uniformly shot at him: what a drunken little fairy! As soon as I started walking, I hitched, my arms swung greatly and my whole body swayed. On the podium, wow, red face, smart eyebrows, tough! He just glanced at it and then gave a lecture with a sigh of relief. Whether you know the new class politely or not, there is always a lot of interesting nonsense! But he said nothing. it is ...
The next day, the anecdote about the "strange old man" got wind. I can't remember anything else, except that PHS said that when her uncle was listening to his lecture, the teacher once carried the peacock southeast on the podium. He couldn't help crying and couldn't help himself until his grief swallowed. Hearing this, we all laughed. This is really interesting and lovely. Interestingly, 30 years later, he will tell us that peacocks are flying southeast. I want to see his tears hanging on his cheeks. (Set suspense)
But here we are! He asked us to learn by ourselves first, annotate by ourselves, then explain a few difficult sentences briefly, and then look at the model essay. I saw a little brewing, a deep breath, and then my face fell and I began to read aloud in a low voice. I found many students snickering, didn't I? Look at him shaking his head and drawling. Is this reading aloud? Oh, this may be called "Yin Oh"! I can't help laughing. But he seems to be completely immersed in the artistic conception of words. Some students felt uninterested and picked up books to listen to him. Gradually, the more he sang, the more energetic and sad he became. When I read Liu Lanzhi's Farewell to Sister-in-law, I saw that his throat kept shaking, not as smooth and tonal as before. I can hear that his hoarse and sour voice is the result of rational restraint of feelings. At this time, in the silent classroom, all faces showed a sad look. I kept gritting my teeth to prevent tears from coming out until the bell rang, and everyone was still very heavy. No one chased me with a smile. (Side foil)
In his class, I am always influenced by his emotions. He is not an actor, but his emotional changes are like unpredictable clouds in late spring and early summer. Gradually, I also got into the habit of reading aloud with emotion. After reading a complete chapter, I will get carried away. Now, I can't help but admire his unique teaching method. I have deeply understood his words: "When you read love, you can understand most of it." Alas, is it because he is moody?
Last year, I won the first prize in school, local and provincial composition competitions. At the morning meeting that day, all the teachers and students gathered in the big playground, and the principal was going to give me an award. Suddenly, he rushed into our team, glanced at me and squeezed in. Unconsciously, he has dragged me out of the team and taught me seriously: "You have to go on stage to receive the prize, then turn around and show it to the teachers and students of the whole school, and then step back three steps, like this ..." All the students around me laughed in surprise, but he smiled. I'm a senior three student, and it's my first time to receive an award. What an antique! Although I dare not laugh, I blame him for making trouble. But strangely, in my short life, I have printed many exciting and beautiful pictures: at the concert of ten thousand people, my accordion performance won thunderous applause; In the auditorium of Changsha Provincial Party Committee, I solemnly accepted the commendation certificate issued by the secretary of the provincial party Committee; I used to be like a little star, and I was honored to travel with famous writers, take photos together, and be on TV together ... However, those pictures gradually faded with the passage of time, but the scene of his puppet-like mechanical movements for me was reflected in my brain screen from time to time. And more and more clearly, I feel a warm and special love every time.
As far as I can remember, he lost his temper with me only once. I was a senior three at that time, and the school set up a literature club, and he served as a consultant. That day, he excitedly rolled into the classroom and squinted and said to me, "You have been elected president!" " "I immediately blushed instinctively. According to the traditional habits of China people, I politely shirked it. Unexpectedly, his face immediately showed sadness and stared at me seriously: "Do you think hiding your talent is modesty and virtue? "No, now the idea has changed. Didn't you see the report that Beijing was running for the head of the middle school student press corps? Didn't you see the report of the recommendation director? It's better to be a talent than a talent ... "I looked down and bit my lip. Tears of injustice almost came to my eyes. No matter whether you are wronged or not, he just reprimanded: "What is being president? You should clap your chest to everyone and publicly announce that it doesn't matter how many awards I have won. I want to win more prizes, and I-"I was hot all over and my excuse slipped away.
Do you call him an antique? This new idea is still difficult for me to accept. But secretly these words are like a fire, burning in my heart, burning more and more brightly. When I won the first prize in the composition contest for middle school students in six provinces and one city in East China and the second prize in the international essay contest for young people's diaries, I fell into deeper thinking. I have several award certificates and certificates in front of me. In the drawer, there is a notice of exemption from examination for Fudan University. I looked up. Looking at the sky outside the window, ah, the teacher is standing in the clouds in the distance and scolding me: "What are several awards?" I want more awards. "