Five papers on teachers' appreciation of American literature (1)
Teacher, are you okay?
I wonder if you remember the teacher who often called your name to educate you? Please remember to send greetings in your spare time. "Teacher, are you all right?"
In midsummer afternoon, the bell rang. I looked up from my desk in a daze, wiped the saliva from my mouth and rubbed my still hazy eyes.
"The teacher is already in front of the podium!" The awake students kept pushing and shoving those who didn't wake up, and the class teacher threw his sharp and serious eyes under the stage. I sat down at once for fear that he would see that something was wrong with me.
Vaguely, the square wooden bench began to shake slightly, making a "squeak" sound of friction with the ground. I thought it was caused by a classmate playing a prank behind me, so I couldn't help turning to look at her feet.
"run! Earthquake! " Jia Jia behind her was the first to react. She glanced at the teacher and first got up and ran to the exit.
The teacher immediately stood next to the TV cabinet on the inside of the podium, facing the flustered students. "This is the first floor. Everybody keep order and don't push each other! " He told us to get out quickly, but he didn't forget to remind us not to be crowded.
Our class quickly ran to the center of the playground. "The head teacher is here. He is the last one to come out." Looking at the teacher coming in the wind, I said to Jia Jia.
"She is the first!" The classmates next to her couldn't help teasing her.
"Ha ha, my brain is fast, I'll give you a head start!" Jia Jia cut his long hair blown by the wind and responded.
While speaking, the sun was wrapped in dark clouds, and the dark sky was like the scene before nightfall.
On the teaching building road over there, students flocked down, "I hope everyone is safe!" " "I prayed to myself. The head teacher who came to see us in front turned around and saw this panic scene. In our puzzled eyes, he turned and ran to the corridor to look at the students pouring out and shouted, "Don't panic! Don't mess around! " .
In my eyes, the short and fat man suddenly became taller.
The wind on the Qingjiang River suddenly became impatient, blowing off the leaves out of season, taking away the plastic bags in the dustbin of Aunt Clean, blowing up Jia Jia's Fushun hair and rolling up the white skirt I put on for the first time.
Then the sky began to cry, and large particles of rain fell on the playground, hair, cheeks, sleeves, skirts and toes, more and more urgent and dense.
A strange classmate next to me came up to me with a red plaid umbrella. "Let's go together. My name is Li Yujie! " Her neat and white eight teeth were exposed, which dispelled my chill in the wind and rain. I will put the white skirt close to my leg to prevent it from being rolled up by the wind again.
Jia Jia couldn't help sticking her head out when she saw me. "Add me!"
"By the way, I just listened to the lecture on the fifth floor. They felt a strong earthquake upstairs and the water bottle was shaking. Teacher Ren Ke told them to go to the playground quickly, but he didn't forget to run over and lift the water bottle next to the TV box and lean against it in the corner! " Next to Li Yujie said.
Looking at the head teacher who is still in Loudaokou, I can't help feeling that "the teacher is not only a hardworking gardener, but also a guardian who cares for us like a family member."
"Yes, we paid the tuition!" Jia Jia took it for granted: "Yes, at home!" " She hurriedly took out her private phone and dialed out: "Dad, is everything all right at home?" The answer on the other end of the phone finally eased her tense nerves.
Looking at the teaching building again, all the staff have been safely transferred to the center of the playground, and the teachers are standing in the outermost position, protecting us inside like a circle. Sweat and raindrops met and soaked their clothes. Our head teacher is among them, tiptoeing back to look for us in Class Two from time to time.
The crisis of wind and rain came to an end after we stayed in the playground for three hours. The head teacher took the lead into the classroom, and we followed in his footsteps like a chicken following a big hen.
At 7: 00 pm, the news is at 30: 00, the only day every day when you can turn on the TV and explore the outside world. "The Wenchuan earthquake has caused 29,227 deaths, 74,643 injuries and 3,922 missing. The casualties are still in further statistics! " When the news was too heavy to breathe, the original whispering in the audience suddenly dissipated, replaced by heavy and hard-to-conceal gasps.
I looked up at the teacher and found that he had turned his back on us and walked to the door of the classroom, wiping uncontrollable tears with his sleeve mouth.
After the news, he adjusted his appearance and stepped onto the platform, his voice hoarse. "Unfortunately, they lost their families and relatives, and you, who are spoiled by your parents, know how lucky you are!"
"It is said that people live for eighty years, sleep for forty years, and there are only forty years left. You spend 90 minutes on your lunch break every day. Don't you get enough sleep? It took more than 900 days in forty years, and the earth rotated for two and a half weeks.
Time will not wait for you to understand. I know you are all smart children with ideals and ambitions. For the sake of your ideal and ambition, I don't want to hear about me and other teachers from tomorrow. There are still people sleeping on their stomachs during your class. Besides, Li Jiajia, hand in your mobile phone and get it during the winter vacation. You are not allowed to bring it into school again! "
Jia Jia lowered her head and took out her mobile phone with small steps. When she came back, she couldn't help whispering, "The teacher is really a thief!" "
"The teacher cares about you, and the college entrance examination will be held in an instant. Now is the best time to study. We must hurry to learn knowledge! " I encourage.
"Uh-huh, I know, good student!" Jia Jia was a little annoyed.
Shook his head, feel sorry for his outdated nap, and feel helpless for Jia Jia who doesn't understand the teacher's care. All I can do is keep my head down and continue to do my homework and do something worthy of myself.
In fact, no matter what we think, he is still on the three-foot platform, under the desk lamp, where we can see or can't see him, taking pains to worry about us, like a street lamp at night, illuminating the front for us.
I told myself to stick to it until I go to college, graduate, get married and have children. The fresh experience is as clear as the first movie screen. I often dream of going back to class, doing problems and exams under the guidance of my teacher, and listening to his patient explanation.
I wonder if you remember the teacher who often called your name to educate you? Please remember to send greetings in your spare time. "Teacher, are you all right?"
5 Teachers' Essays on Appreciation of American Literature (2)
I was praised by the teacher today.
On this day, Mr. Peng praised me for writing a good diary, a long one, not only very long, but also very well written. The teacher not only praised me, but also praised another classmate who learned the drum set. Because he can play drums, Mr. Peng also said that he would ask him to play for a while, but he didn't bring a drum that day, so he couldn't play.
The bell of "Tintin" rang.
"Dear students, it's time to finish class." The children are all ready to leave school (after hearing the radio). We are all thinking: Hey, why is school over so soon? There is nothing wrong, hehe. At this time, Teacher Peng told us not to go and told us that it was "ten minutes between classes". It was supposed to be ten minutes before class. I went to drink water and urinate first, and then played there for a while. Now we can only play in the classroom, because the teacher is afraid that too many (senior) students in the corridor will bully us. I also met Feifei's sister yesterday. She is now my senior. I heard her calling my name before I realized it. Hey, isn't this sister Feifei?
"Ding-Ding", the recess bell rang again. Now we can understand that this is not the class time, but the recess preparation bell.
"Please get back to your seat quickly, get ready before class and wait for the teacher quietly." However, the teacher has been waiting for us in the classroom for a long time. Let's start the class.
On this day, I mainly learned how to join the team. "Stand at attention, one, two, look ahead, put your hands on your sides, put your feet together, toe to heel, one, two, three, fast forward." This is the slogan of joining the team. Since you want to go to school, you must learn to join the team. At first, we were training. We all take a walk on the playground. Because it was too hot that day, we ran half a lap and walked back to the classroom. But why not wear a red scarf? Other students also feel very strange: how can you be a proud pupil without a red scarf?
I still ate a box lunch this day, but I only remember two dishes, a mung bean soup and a chicken leg. I ate all the food, which is absolutely necessary. But the rice is too little, just a little, not as much as in kindergarten, and I'm a little hungry. I wanted to add more rice, but there were only two bowls of rice, but someone else (a teacher from another class) took it away and took it to another class, maybe. I think the food in kindergarten is better, because there are many, many meals and many dishes.
I brought an extra-curricular book on this day. During the lunch break, many children came to see me. My deskmate Xiaoqi (seems) never smiles, because she never smiles when I tell her jokes. This is my funniest joke, and it is still very long. She just listened to me quietly. I told my mother about it, and my mother said, this is called the image of a lady.
Mommy shared her own experience: the first oral diary after primary school was praised by Mr. Peng, which made him feel very happy and gave him confidence to continue writing oral diaries. Kevin finally felt the "ten minutes between classes" that he had been expecting for the first time, and experienced standing in line and joining the team with his heart, making true friends and, of course, unforgettable and charming chicken legs.
Five Papers on Teachers' Appreciation of American Literature (3)
Teacher, you have worked hard!
Teacher, today I want to say to you: You have worked hard. You are like an industrious gardener, watering and fertilizing our saplings every day. You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others. Teacher, you should take care of our parents. Every day, we grow up happily in your arms. In the evening, you are still trying to correct our homework. At this time, the evening breeze quietly reminds you: go to bed early. You get up early in the morning. At this time, the roadside wildflowers gently tell you: go to sleep for a while.
Teacher, you have done too much for us. Teacher, I won't forget your kindness. You are very amiable. Every time I ask you a question, you always explain it to me in a friendly way Ah, teacher, everything you say is like the rain and dew in spring, nourishing my heart. Ah, teacher, you are an old banana, and we are delicate little bananas. You pass on the nutrition to us, and you have to deal with Haggard.
Teacher, your mind is full of wisdom. Although you are very demanding of us, I firmly believe that strict teachers will make excellent students. Teacher, you have the highest honor. You will always be the pride in everyone's heart!
It is you! You taught us wisdom! It is you! You taught me the true meaning of the world! It is you! You made me understand the benefits of being a man!
Happy Teachers' Day, teacher! The truth! It is you! You made me understand the benefits of being a man! On this day, we ushered in the annual Teacher's Day.
Five Papers on Teachers' Appreciation of American Literature (4)
Teacher China in my mind.
"The silkworms in spring are weaving until they die, and the candles are crying dry every night." This poem describes the teacher's life. In our life, different teachers will teach us something we never knew in different ways. They led the way with lanterns and started our life journey.
Every student will have a perfect Chinese teacher in his heart.
The most perfect Chinese teacher in my mind is very humorous. According to my four-year study experience, if I want to learn a thing well, the more interested I am, the faster I will learn it. Chinese classes are always lively and interesting. His humorous classic words in class always make students laugh their heads off. Slowly, the students fell in love with the boring Chinese class and were no longer afraid of other courses. In the composition class, the Chinese teacher has the charm of explaining, so that students can't extricate themselves from their imagination for a long time. Simply learning to write in laughter can simply break the cliche that students are most afraid of writing, and can earn more points in the composition with the most severe points deducted in the exam, thus achieving better results.
The most perfect Chinese teacher in my mind is a wise scholar. When students make mistakes, they will not hurt their self-esteem or criticize them, or they will come up with various educational means to destroy the hearts of young plants, remove the "K", force students to admit their mistakes, and then serve as "negative teaching materials" in the class to warn us not to make the same mistakes again. But patiently explain the truth to students, let them understand how serious the consequences will be if they don't correct their mistakes, let them supervise each other, and let us learn to look at things correctly and not go astray. And let us learn to work hard, give us a smile and encouragement, and let us smile every day.
The most perfect Chinese teacher in my mind is a friendly person. His sunny personality and June-like smile can infect every student and prevent the invisible gap between teachers and students. After class, you can play with us and talk and laugh together. Like friends, they can help us solve all kinds of troubles, listen to students' ideas, and then exercise our self-confidence and language expression potential. Teach us how to deal with people, teach us to distinguish right from wrong.
Teaching like spring breeze and rain and enlightenment like persuasion are the most perfect Chinese teachers in my mind.
Five Papers on Teachers' Appreciation of American Literature (5)
Charming new teacher
"Ah! Have you heard? " "What did you hear?" It is said that the former Chinese teacher has been transferred to senior high school, and now the new Chinese teacher is teaching us Chinese. "ah! Really! The original Chinese teacher didn't teach well! How to turn! " "I just don't understand!"
Gee, what do I think! It's just that the Chinese teacher was changed! What's the surprise? A bunch of gossip.
The teacher is coming, the teacher is coming. As a group of people shouted, everyone sat down. Welcome the new Chinese teacher, Miss Wu. We gathered around the old class to see the new teacher, and all the girls in the class were surprised (including me, of course). ) I saw the new teacher politely say, "Hello, everyone, I'm your new Chinese teacher. My family name is Wu Hong. You can call me Mr. Wu in the future. " I muttered: hey! The new Chinese teacher, but my type! How! (hee hee! Just kidding. )