There is an old saying that "there is a poem in my belly that flatters me", which often comes to my mind, often. It's great to meet someone who shines.

There is a long distance between the dormitory and the classroom. Every time I walk on the road, I can always see such a person, dressed elegantly and generously, attracting frequent comments; Elegant and cultured, making people happy; The expression is light and leisurely, which makes people relax. Such people are the people I want to get close to and know, and I'd better make friends with them. They attract me deeply.

I am not surprised to see this man shining from head to toe, because I know that this light benefits from good family education and knowledge. And this dazzling light really attracted me. Let me have an impulse to review frequently, but I don't have the courage to review like this. Although I understand that everyone loves beauty, it is impolite to look back and forth.

It's a pity to meet beautiful people and not know them. Staggering shoulders or a few steps away, a hazy silent attack on my heart. So I thought it over and over again in my mind, praying that I could always remember it in my heart and not be forgotten. However, sometimes the more you try to catch something, the faster it always slips away. Although the beautiful carrier can't remember, it shouldn't be too bad to remember one or two things like that. I know that is the envy of countless people and the pursuit of many people. Some people will never get it.

It was class time, and the teacher took the book to the podium and said the usual opening remarks-"Students, where is the last class?" Everyone is weak and unable to speak clearly, as if a group of people in other classes had gone to the wrong classroom before waking up. Even a teacher who has beaten chicken blood, in the face of such "just classmates and teenagers, in the prime of life", it is estimated that the chicken blood in the body will soon be diluted by anger, right?

Teacher, preach and teach. So is our teacher. Sad for our misfortune, angry for our indisputable teacher, she simply put down her English textbook and began to tell us a story, a story that happened around her.

The protagonist in the story is like her, like me, like every one of my classmates. The storyline and most inspirational stories are innocent, but because they happen around, they are more real, intimate and convincing. The teacher said: "Only by working hard can we have more opportunities and see more beauty. You may not care, but it may be that many people cry pillows again and again in the middle of the night and want beautiful things but can't get them. You must remember one sentence: the harder you work, the luckier you are. "

Tell the story seriously and try to impress the teacher with true feelings. I hope I can make progress after listening to this true story. The teacher who inculcated us with infinite expectations made me truly feel that her teacher wanted to save the lost lamb and hoped that every seed could grow into the heart of a towering tree.

She also has a halo on her head, the same halo as that charming passerby, and the same brilliance. I am very happy. I am very happy with teachers who are full of positive energy and patiently spread. I am glad that their wisdom and kindness are inspiring. I am glad to be close to such a thoughtful and enthusiastic mind. I like such a teacher. I said to myself, I hope that one day, I can be as bright and spicy as her.

I went back to the dormitory at night and listened to a "night reading" before going to bed. I like this column and have been listening to it. The articles selected by several anchors are lively and interesting, close to life, easy to understand and deep. Stories shared with teachers in class have the same effect. Admittedly, it is not as vivid as the teacher. After all, reading through the screen is not as vivid as meeting the teacher face to face. However, every story is worth pondering. In every story, you can always find your own figure, which is more or less rewarding. The people in the story are sometimes like themselves and sometimes like role models. When I am like myself, I will reflect, and when I am like an example, I will yearn for it. Sometimes it's the attitude of the protagonist that moves me, sometimes it's the author's idea that makes me happy, and those are things that I've been looking forward to but haven't been repaired, but I haven't given up yet.

In my eyes, everything is beautiful. And this beauty has nothing to do with face value. I think these qualities, attitudes and thoughts that attract me all have the same name and knowledge.

Thank you for meeting you and letting the light of knowledge shine on my heart.