Many childhood dreams are waiting for us to collect in the distant horizon. We're stuck on the road. It was not until I said goodbye to my childhood that I suddenly realized.

It is the teachers who are usually regarded as "hardworking gardeners", "great silkworms", "silent red candles" and "selfless devotees" who stop us. This statement is not nonsense, but my heart before I left my alma mater! If you don't believe me, please see-

Act I: "Idiot! Failed again! " The teacher is growling and the earth seems to be shaking; We listened in horror and couldn't help thinking of regretting coming to school. Listen, "I tell you, when I become a professor, you will pass." Hearing this, my heart is so sour. Poor students are also people with flesh and blood and feelings. How do teachers blame them for their poor grades? The following sentence made me eat another piece of ice in cold weather: "Because I can't be a professor, I can't teach you well!" " "I'm so sad. Teaching is a teacher's bounden duty. Students have poor grades. It is the teacher's poor teaching methods that are to blame. It is the teacher's dereliction of duty. How can you abruptly label students as "idiots"? Besides, these students who study hard have worked hard and should be encouraged, but the teacher is still scolding them.

Act II: "Come here, come here!" The teacher is guiding us to rehearse the performance on Children's Day. To tell the truth, I really hate this kind of "literary performance" and the actors are not good at it. Let's sit in the sun all morning, but the teacher has a rest in the shade. Is this Children's Day or Teacher's Day? ! I might as well learn more knowledge when I have time to perform. Plus, I can read more than 99 books.

Act III: "Say! Why did you violate the school rules? " The teacher is cursing again, and the students who should have been right are scolded and cried, just because the students who made mistakes are the teachers' favorite people. I can't help but feel wronged for the classmate who "how bitter it is for the dumb to eat Rhizoma Coptidis". At the opening ceremony, teachers vowed to treat others equally. Essentially? I think the "scale" in the teacher's mind may be a "black scale"

Many, many dissatisfaction, I think of many at a time. It is such trivial things that stifle our imagination, emotional intelligence and IQ. At the same time, in the young mind, this terrible impression of childhood is indelible.

It is said that teachers are selfless, but have you ever thought that behind "dedication" is a generous salary? Have you ever thought that behind that upright face is an uneven heart waiting for people?

Facing the word "equality", my heart is so sour. ...

I hope it will be adopted in a helpful way.