Xu teacher is my head teacher. She is a kind and strict good teacher. Her thick eyebrows, bright eyes and gentle hands encouraged many students to persist in difficulties and comforted many young hearts, and I was one of them. I grew up healthily under her inculcation and meticulous care, and she paid no regrets for us. "Spring silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will cry the wick every night" is her true portrayal.
Because of family reasons, I began to live in a new school when I was in the fourth grade. Because I am timid and miss my parents, I have been crying secretly. Every night when I returned to my dormitory, I was moved by that scene and kept crying. When I got up the next morning, my pillow was wet and my eyes were red. I feel uneasy when I have classes during the day. Looking out of the window, I seem to see all the familiar scenery in my hometown. After a long time, my new classmates gradually alienated me, and my parents began to hate my feminine taste. As a direct result, my academic performance dropped sharply. I "fell" from my original ambition to the point where I almost lost my last bit of confidence. I feel like a loser. At this time, you came to my side, and your every move made me stand up again. That morning, my eyes were red and swollen and there were two big blisters next to my mouth. I sobbed and read the text. At this moment, a steaming cup of milk tea jumped into my eyes. Ah, it's the teacher-you! "Drink quickly, don't get cold!" In short, I feel back at home, and a cup of hot tea warms my heart. After class, the teacher called me into the office and a hot water cork came into my arms. I suddenly looked up, and your kind eyes were staring at me. You specially prepared a hot water bottle for me, and my eyes are wet. "how about it? It's warmer! " You gave a "hmm" with concern, and I replied softly, how much I want to see my mother, but she is far away. However, now I think you are my mother.
In the second quarter, physical education class, I am absent-minded in running, and the exam is coming soon. A familiar figure appeared on the edge of the playground. It's you, teacher! You inspire me with warm eyes. At the command of the PE teacher, everyone rushed out like an arrow, and my thin little sheep was severely thrown to the ground. You ran quickly and came to me. My knees are covered with blood, and my hands are faintly bloodshot. You help me into the classroom and help me with the wound. My tears can't help flowing out again. Your hand was red with the blood of my wound, but you completely ignored me, carefully bandaged me and kept comforting me. I can't help falling into your arms. I wanted to call you mom! Your love, like a ray of dawn, shines on my heart. In the future, you often chat with me casually, slowly cured my heart disease and let me out of that gloomy day.
Although I'm gone now, you still care about me. If I do something wrong, you will be duty-bound to point it out and distinguish right from wrong. I have made achievements. You will cheer with me and ask me to guard against arrogance and rashness. You keep encouraging me to look back at my deep or shallow footprints along the way. You often tell me that "turning back is to better take the road ahead", and you let me constantly understand how to overcome and surpass myself. Now, I am the sunny and happy girl again. My classmates are all my good friends. We study hard together and laugh carefree. It's all because of you. You are my good mother and teacher!
Opening the night full of memories, the stars seem to tell me everything about the past. In the journey of life, there is a kind of companionship, which writes down the growth of life for me; There is a kind of care that makes me feel the true feelings of love; There is an influence that engraved the imprint of my thoughts; Some people's dedication, "Spring silkworms weave until they die, and tears are exhausted every night", makes me unforgettable ... A glorious synonym for "teacher" has been deeply branded in my heart.
Up to now, many teachers have taught me. They left me with an impression that they are serious, caring or wise ... but what I remember most is my first class teacher after I went to technical secondary school-Miss Yan Ping. When I mentioned her, my memory took me back to that summer. ...
The score of the senior high school entrance examination broke my dream and made me completely away from the long-awaited high school life. I was holding an incredible report card, and my inner depression finally flooded in. I sat quietly by the window, tears of disappointment blurred my eyes, and I felt lost in life. The wind outside the window swept my face and made a "whirring" sound, as if mocking my failure at will. The rain kept falling, and the dripping rain was more like salt sprinkled on the wound.
In the dark summer vacation, it seems like a year has passed. Finally, under the arrangement of my family, I went to a vocational school helplessly. Although I am reluctant, my failure is irreversible. I have to face it!
The first time I met Miss Yan, she came to give us a class meeting as the vice principal. She is of medium height, and her dark eyes are bright against the high nose bridge. She often wears a sweet smile and looks beautiful and young. Later, some changes took place, and she became our head teacher, which made me feel very happy, because when I got along with her, her feeling of knowing my sister made me feel very warm and kind. The classmates in the class also like her very much, and everyone calls her "Miss Xiaoyan".
I remember one time when I went to physical education class, I suddenly felt a stomachache. My classmates helped me to report to the class teacher. She quickly asked me about my situation, looked at her anxious expression and listened to her words of concern. My pain seems to have eased a lot, and I gritted my teeth and insisted. But my disappointed stomach turned to me, and the pain came again. Seeing my face getting paler and paler, Miss Xiaoyan immediately put me on her back and took me to the hospital for treatment. In the process of waiting, time passed slowly, as if it had stopped, but the pain seemed to get worse and worse, and the sweat as big as beans kept dripping from my forehead. At this time, Miss Xiaoyan was anxious like an ant in a hot pot. While comforting me softly, she gently stroked my stomach with both hands, trying to say something to make me happy. The moment I met her caring eyes, I saw her anxiety, her distress and her uneasiness, but her complicated eyes drove away my loneliness and fear at that time. Although the pain is still unbearable, I feel very happy!
As the saying goes, "One day as a teacher, one life as a father", Miss Xiaoyan, like our biological parents, always cares about our life and pays attention to our study.
Miss Xiaoyan is not only my head teacher, but also my etiquette teacher. I remember that at that time, she always liked to let us sing a song at the beginning of every etiquette class, with one person in each class taking turns singing. Everyone has mixed feelings about her rule. Students who like singing always look forward to the day when they can sing, as if that is the festival they are most looking forward to. This is a nightmare for a child who is afraid to talk like me. ...
I was the most timid student in my class at that time. It's hard to hear my voice at school, let alone in class. My existence is like air. I remember it was an afternoon, and everyone was buried in their books, but I couldn't help crying. At this time, Xiaoyan noticed it and immediately came over to ask why. I have been very quiet, and there are only whimpers in the classroom. Listening to Miss Yan's anxious inquiry, the deskmate told her the whole story. Because it's my turn to sing tomorrow, but I'm afraid and anxious and don't know what to do. Teacher Xiaoyan knew the reason, smiled and stroked my head and said, "Students, there is one thing in this world that is unique and the most precious. What is it? " Everyone shook their heads in dismay. "Each of us is the only individual in this world, and we all have our own values. We should let our wisdom bloom with colorful patterns. The reason why I let every student sing on stage is to let everyone show themselves and make their own voices. " As she spoke, she sang "When I grow up, I will be you". On a bright afternoon, the song is so sweet and melodious. Elegant long hair, fair face, and sincere love in focused eyes. Listening to this emotional song, everyone can't help applauding. This applause is the students' understanding and support for ZSZSZSZ's good intentions.
That afternoon, with the encouragement of Xiaoyan and everyone, I stepped onto the platform and sang my own song. ...
In the days when I got along with Xiaoyan, the years gradually took away my ignorance and left a colorful past. Although Xiaoyan is no longer our head teacher, her sweet smile and tireless teaching have always been imprinted in my mind. And now I am no longer that timid little girl who loves to cry. When I grow up, I sing my own songs confidently in this school. I joined the student union and later became the minister of security. This year, I won the title of "Three Innovations" outstanding student in Jiangsu Province in the school selection. All this makes me feel the joy of changing from an ugly duckling to a swan. Although I gave up my high school life, I got an extraordinary vocational school life!
Thank you, Miss Xiaoyan. What you have given me is not only the nectar of knowledge, the happiness of growing up, the answers to doubts, but also a kind of care for life. You made me understand: life should be confident, and confident people are the most beautiful; You made me realize that it is good to stand up bravely in the face of failure, because the phoenix can still have a gorgeous life after nirvana!
Teacher Xiaoyan, you are an important chapter that I will never forget when I grow up in my life. You will always be a good teacher in my mind!