After a while, I slipped into the classroom.

The Chinese test paper has been issued, and the water cup is pressing her slim body. The autumn wind sneaked in through the window and stirred her skirt. The smell of ink drifted casually with the wind and jumped rudely on my cheek.

I randomly took out the test paper and put it on the table. At first glance, I was shocked, and the composition was only 38 points. "Impossible! I am at least a backbone member of the literary society, and I have published my composition in the newspaper. How can I get such a score! The new Chinese teacher is too blind! "

Chalk is chirping proudly on the blackboard, although it knows that it can't escape the bad luck of breaking or polishing.

While the teacher turned around, I met the teacher's eyes, casually raised my hand in my seat, raised the test paper in my hand, and vented my complaints in a high-profile manner. "Teacher, can you help me look at this composition again?"

The teacher looked at me intently, and the thin lens could not hide the sharpness and contempt in his eyes. This look reminds me of the teacher written by Mr. Liang Shiqiu in One of My Chinese Teachers. This eye is clearly growling: "So-and-so, what are you?" I will watch you to the end! " "

While I was still in a daze, the teacher came over. Just when I felt that I would be torn to pieces by the paper, he gently took my paper, leaned down and marked my desk with a red pen.

Just two minutes. It feels like two years have passed. Before I woke up, the teacher had returned the paper to me, but he still said gently, "If you still don't understand, come to my office after class."

Some papers covered with red lines are illegible. Those dense red lines are like a net, salvaging all my problems, big and small, and showing them bloody in front of me. My ridiculous pride was shattered like a noisy wave on the reef.

Humility emerges from a corner of my heart. It looked around and saw that my heart was abandoned, so it spread swaggering and quickly grew into a towering tree, which cast a gloomy cloud over my heart.

After school, I was still sitting on that Chinese test paper, and my frustration with my composition seemed to have affected my confidence in life. I don't know when the Chinese teacher stood behind me and gently touched my head: "People can be proud, but they can't be arrogant. Arrogance is the courage to face up to shortcomings and the confidence to never give up. But pride is an expansion without direction. I hope you can regain your humility and let it contain your pride, but it will not affect your pride! "

Facing the teacher's eyes, I slowly raised my head. Outside the window, the tall ginkgo tree, encouraged by the autumn wind, clapped enthusiastically, like encouragement and expectation for me. ...