One night, I was idle and leafed through Chinese books aimlessly. Turn to the lesson "Xiangling studies poetry" and see a poem "Self-mockery" copied with a pen next to the illustration:
I don't want to know too much about Zhang.
Practice Daiyu and teach Xiangling.
Originally, my family was shallow,
Why do you prefer madness?
Remember, last Chinese class?
"I don't know a word in A Dream of Red Mansions. I can't type a word. I can't recite a poem. " After that, he carefully took out three books from the white plastic bag on the podium, held them in his hand and proudly showed them to us.
Those three books look sallow and emaciated and worn out, and the cover of one of them is still covered with scotch tape, which shows that it has been several years. He opened the book for us to see, and there were many notes between the lines, which showed that he had really read the book!
"This is the most precious book I have ever treasured." He said proudly. After that, he carefully put the book back in the plastic bag, and then picked up the textbook to signal the students to open it.
First of all, he recited Xiang Shi to us, and the students gave us warm applause. It's students' turn to read aloud. Every student is very serious and afraid of reading wrong words, but when reading a word, it seems that they have met a hurdle and "jumped" to read. After the students finished reading, I quickly opened my notes. It turned out that the word "Zhou" was pronounced.
Unconsciously, when talking about a passage about "Xiangling forced Daiyu to change her dulu", he read:' Give me a topic, let me go to Zen, and when Zen comes, correct it for me ... Chan)-the first one ... failed in the competition. Hearing him read this, suddenly, like a drop of water fell into the oil pan, and the students suddenly exploded the pan. "Teacher, you are wrong, haha, this word is pronounced Zhou."
"Is this word read week?"
"Well, the text annotation is reading Zhou."
Hard evidence was placed in front of him, and his face sank. He stared at his classmates, his mouth half open, hesitated for a moment and said, "Students, change the word' Zen', change it quickly-"
Although the students are confused, they still believe him. Besides, the sound of his words hitting the floor is as clear as a piece of glass falling on marble. "Students, please correct a serious mistake in the textbook published by People's Education Publishing House", and then he wrote "flattery and Zen" on the blackboard, adding that "the correct words and sounds should be like this".
Suddenly, Yang Yao stood up and said, "Teacher, this word means reading' Zhou'."
"Did you look it up in the dictionary?" Yang Yao stammered. So he continued to let his classmates change and was confident.
The next day, he came in, picked up the chalk and wrote on the blackboard: "Hey, read the week, which means weave;" Flattery, chanting Zen, means flattery. " (Fan) He said quietly. But the students are not happy. What do you want to read?
"The students have changed. I specially turned over Ci Hai. It turns out that I have confused these two words. I'm terribly sorry. I sincerely apologize to the students. Because of my negligence, I'm really sorry that everyone followed me wrong. A few days ago, I boasted to my classmates that I didn't know a word of A Dream of Red Mansions, and no word could beat me. I didn't know a poem by heart, so I lost my ugliness to Wujiaba. I hope the students will not be as cautious as I am. Let me bow and apologize to you. " Say that finish, a standard 90-degree bow, the classroom suddenly sounded warm applause, the classroom atmosphere relaxed.
"Here, I want to thank Yang Yao for his questioning spirit," he said with a smile. "It's so happy to study with you children who dare to question!" Yang Yao was embarrassed and blushed like a red apple on a branch.
"In order to express my heartfelt thanks to the students who dare to question, and to show my awe to Dai Yu and Xiangling, I wrote a poem-"
After that, he wrote the poem "Self-mockery" on the blackboard. As soon as he finished writing, the classroom burst into thunderous applause. ...
He is the teacher Zhang who has taught me Chinese for three years.
I have met too many teachers, and I only dare to respect and love them ... I call you instead of you because you are the cutest teacher and cutest person I have ever met.
The unexpected arrival of the third grade gave me a lot of panic and fright. I remember it was an early morning, and you stood on a three-foot platform in a white coat. Lovely face, lovely voice. On the first day of school, we all know that the chemistry teacher has just graduated.
After the first big exam, the average score of the class was at the bottom. You are like a lost child, and your words are full of anxiety. And we are still laughing and bullying you gently. But somehow, since then, your petite figure has often appeared in the corridor, struggling to move the chair and holding a thick book. There are always several leaders in our chemistry class to listen. Sigh that we are unlucky to meet a new teacher, and we vent all our grievances on you. Write a wrong word on the blackboard, and everyone will laugh and shout it out; The problem is very simple. I simply put down my pen and wrote a counseling book ... We have always regarded your blushing in front of the leaders as our greatest expectation.
Until that night in expect the unexpected, it was already dark. After studying at night, I pushed open the door of your office with a try attitude. "It's so late, how to answer the question?" I sighed, but my eyes caught a glimpse of the familiar big book you have been holding, and I couldn't help turning it over. Small and exquisite handwriting caught my eye, it was the handwriting of the same door. In a flash, I can't help but marvel. You have to listen to a lesson three times before you tell us! Scenes of chemistry class flashed in my mind, and I blushed. In order to familiarize us with the price of chemistry, I sang a song. My thin arm stretched out to demonstrate the structure diagram ... I can't help regretting and blaming myself. Why do we always ignore the hard-working and lovely you? Walk out of the office with your head down and almost hit you. "To ask questions?" You came in sweating, but your face was full of childish smiles. "There are very few people to answer questions. It's good of you to come. " Looking at you, it seems that my heart is half open for a long time, and I smile with relief.
After the second exam, the grades of our class improved a lot. When everyone was amazed at the miraculous progress, only I knew it was your effort.
You like it best when we call you you. You always say that it seems that you can blend in with us and get our true love, but you don't know that the lovely you have left an indelible mark on my heart.
Outside the window, the sun is shining. The wind in early spring is mixed with chill. Several children are running, jumping and flying kites on the grass where new shoots finally appear. They talked and laughed, and in their silvery laughter, I saw such three children.
The first child's kite flew high and he smiled proudly. But I noticed that he just let out the line and didn't take it in. No, you can't. I tried to remind him, but I only heard an exclamation: "Ah! My kite flew away! " I looked up and saw the broken kite rustling in the wind. Finally landed on a branch in the distance. What a beautiful kite! What a pity!
The second child's kite also flies high. He ran, but he held the line tightly in his hand, for fear of losing his beautiful kite in running. No, you can't. I wanted to tell him, but I saw the beautiful kite tremble a few times in the wind, then fell to the ground and stopped flying. The child picked up the dropped kite and wondered, "What's the matter?"
The last child is not afraid that his kite will be damaged because of the mistakes of the first two children. Instead, he smiled and played with other children, playing with his kite easily. His kite didn't fly too high, but it flew forward very steadily. In the envious eyes of the first two children, the kite danced in the sky like a dancing butterfly.
They are still running and flying kites outside the window. My thoughts have already flown far away.
I'm thinking, isn't the constraint of thread on kite just like that of parents on children? Or indulge in neglect, or strictly control, or moderately relax. The sight in front of me makes me feel that it is indulgence love, or love that makes children breathless, and the final result will be irreparable failure. Only by combining love with discipline can children fly higher and farther.
At this time, my eyes returned to the third child, who smiled so happily, so innocently and so beautifully. A trace of pure joy came from my heart, and I suddenly smiled.
Everyone has some people they like more or less in junior high school, but how do you deal with this problem! When I was in junior high school, I liked a girl named Zhang Ying. At first, I was very close to her. For the record, I didn't tell him that I liked her, so I spent a semester, and then he began to alienate me gradually after he confessed to him. I was confused at that time. I asked for his mobile phone number and QQ number to chat with her. After a long time, I found that she didn't want to talk to me Finally, when I talked to her, she actually said that she was angry with me. To tell the truth, no one can understand the mood at that time. It's really uncomfortable After a semester, no one paid attention to me. Just when I wanted to ask him, I suddenly found that my QQ number was blocked, so I took a look at it myself and found that someone else had stolen my number. I even spread pornographic information, and my heart thumped I took a quick look at the space. It turned out that Zhang Ying had been here, read the message of Seqing and made comments. That's disgusting. I really wanted to call him to explain, but every time I called, I was on the phone. Later I learned that I deleted the blacklist because of him! Later, I was embarrassed to say it at school, and then I was deadlocked for another semester. Another boy who opposed me competed with me for victory. It's jealous of me, too. Every time I tease him, he looks very uncomfortable and wants to hit him. But half a semester has passed, and he is talking to me gradually. His eyes are still so wrong. I don't know what it feels like: Who can help me? What should I do?
Students like being alone. Don't tell her that you like her, thinking that it will destroy the mellow friendship between you. When you say you like her, then your friendship with her is on the verge of breaking up. I'll teach you a trick if you like someone. You can help her silently by his side, or coax her when she is sad, as long as you don't say you like her. Or when she brings it up, you can think about it and give me a reply. By the way, who can help me?
For every junior high school student, the third grade is undoubtedly a nightmare, a storm and a hard journey. For me, the third grade is the ladder to success.
"All junior three students will go to the playground for training immediately after hearing the broadcast." This notice is like a "jinx", which makes the whole class feel dejected. I stood on the runway and looked at the runway that seemed to extend indefinitely. My palms are covered with cold sweat. When the teacher whistled, we were like ducks thrown out of the fence. If we can't, we must be photographed correctly. The first three laps were ok, and the last two laps felt as uncomfortable as thousands of ants gnawing at their own hearts. It seems that we are carrying these thousands of pounds of stones under our feet, and we can't run far anyway. My throat felt worse, and sweat from my forehead flowed down my cheeks to my lips. I had a whim and tasted the taste-bitterness. At this time, I have an idea in my heart: give up. But then Xia Niu rushed past me, and I was shocked. Usually, she always runs last. What happened today? No, I can't give up. There is only one thought in my mind: keep running. As long as I take a step forward, I will be one step away from the finish line. In this way, I persisted in this spirit and completed various trainings again and again.
Once a junior two student asked me what my life was like in junior three, and I said, "tasteless, tired." So how should we deal with it? "He asked again. I took a deep breath and said firmly, "I will step by step towards my goal with an indomitable mind." "The life of senior three is still going on. Only with a heart facing difficulties can we take the pace of senior three.
As soon as the bell rang, the teacher came in: "Today's composition class is different from the past. Let everyone see these four pictures and then write their feelings. "
The audience whispered for a while, and the projector lit up.
Act I: Bridge
In the picture, there is a Hongqiao on the Qingming River. There are towers on the bridge, and the wooden strips supporting the "human" structure have been bent. The bridge was flooded, but it didn't fall down.
The teacher explained: "The balcony is made of stone, which is very weighty!" "
I opened my notebook and wrote: With a heavy burden, my feet will be strong. Whether the foundation is firm or not determines the bearing capacity of the bridge.
Act II: Two Stones
A child picked up a stone in a stream and threw it far away. This stone is easily smashed.
The probe went to the deep sea below a kilometer and collected a stone. Scientists cut it with a laser and found that the stone contains rare metals.
I raised my pen: the environment can make things, and under the pressure of water, stones become so tough. Creek stones are smooth in appearance, but fragile in material.
After thinking about it, I added: Do people's lives also need environmental pressure?
Then the third act begins again: the young eagle.
The young eagle was born, and the eagle and the female eagle were busy feeding the young bird, full of warmth. When the baby eagle grew feathers, it was abandoned by six parents. The eagle caught a young eagle and threw it off the cliff. The young eagle flapping its wings almost fell to the foot of the mountain and suddenly flew again.
Scenes like aeroplane stunts are exciting. It inspired me and seemed to answer my question just now. It is certain that the growth of human beings must be related to the environment. The dangerous situation has aroused the desire for survival of all beings, and the pressure of competition has made people struggle even more. Children grow up when they fall off the cliff, and success in life is the moment when they leap up from the bottom.
Act IV: The child goes to school with a heavy schoolbag on his back again. ...
My pen tip was inspired again, and every word in my notebook shouted: grow, grow. ...
Hey, it's me again. Although I said I would come again in the winter vacation, it doesn't mean I won't come now. So, here I am. Why? I don't know why, but I'll come when I'm free. Well, before it's too late, there should be a plan at the end of the term.
First, I think it's time to bring out the wrong questions in the past. After all, what I haven't done before may not be done now. Otherwise, it was wrong before. Therefore, this is very necessary. Especially in mathematics and science, teachers have been emphasizing what they want, practicing more and watching more. In short, if you do more, you will be fine naturally. That's what the teacher said. It's the same as physical chemistry, and then biology should be the same.
Second, it's time to review the words. Words are actually unnecessary and easy to forget. Well, maybe my memory is not very good. That's why I said it's easy to forget if I don't practice. The English teacher said it depends on accumulation. I may not need it now, but I may need it two years later. Therefore, this is a process of accumulation. In fact, everything should be like this.
Third, er ... we should plan the time of each subject so as to be orderly, and then it is natural to spend less time on better subjects. On the contrary, weak subjects should spend more time on it. What if someone asks if there is not enough time? Cold salad, Mr. Lu Xun once said-time is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing to squeeze, there will be. That's what happened anyway.
Finally, talk about doing the problem. We should read every word clearly and figure out how to do it. In other words, you should carefully examine the questions first, otherwise you may not do them. If you still can't review the questions, it may be a question of ability.
Ok, that's all for the time being. Happy new year to you all! ! !
Touching the cold glass, the delicate blue and white porcelain pot under the eyes shines brightly in the dim light. These treasures are all in the three-dimensional glass box. The whole museum was silent, but it was endless, listening to the stories of these elegant flowers and the conversations of those exquisite flowers.
The lights in the museum gradually dimmed, but gradually brightened. Every vase shines more and more brightly in the changing light. Although it is blue and white porcelain, the elegant blue and white looks so delicate. Every blue and white bottle has no flowers, but the thin lines are enough to prove its extraordinary value. White and blue are the symbols of blue and white porcelain, but they look different. White is different white and blue is different blue. Their shapes are even more diverse and difficult to distinguish.
Look at the ivory porcelain vase with elegant flowers carved with dark blue lines. This is violet, some are full of flowers, some are in full bloom. Dark blue stamens have a unique taste. Listen carefully, I have heard that they are graceful, fragrant and clear; It's Chimonanthus praecox, blooming on the vibrant branches. The pale blue petals are stained with long white silk threads, and I feel a chill. Listen to the ears, I have heard their pride and fragrance; This is peony, with big blue and white petals, and simple colors can't resist its charm. I'm all ears. I've heard their elegance and fragrance.
It is conceivable that in the distant era when there was no mechanized mass production, craftsmen tried their best to make such exquisite blue and white porcelain. Close your eyes, and the flowers on the surrounding porcelain bottles seem to close their eyes. It's quiet, but there is a current in my heart that stimulates my nerves. I seem to see the industrious craftsmen in Jingdezhen, with carving knives and pens in their hands, studying the mud in front of them. After Dai Yue put on the stars, she finally finished a blue-and-white porcelain by burning. After years of tempering, porcelain has become more and more tough. After several cycles, war is imminent and it is inevitable to disappear. Thousands of years later, archaeologists finally found a beautiful and flawless blue vase in the dirty mud. Although some fragments have been scattered all over the floor, the curved and smooth petals and branches deeply show their glorious past. Until now, being placed in the big museum of Nuoda, appreciated and admired by people, can give people an opportunity to know their past.
The appearance of blue and white porcelain is so cold, and how eager to be recognized. Walking out of the museum, the story of blue and white still echoes in my ears. "Pure blue and white porcelain! Come and buy! " A shout came, looking back. A peddler put the porcelain vases on a tricycle on the ground one by one and paraded through the city. From time to time, several people squatted on the ground and picked up porcelain vases, then shook their heads and put them down again. Everyone knows it's bad! The crooked petal pattern is not smooth, the impure white is mixed with a little light yellow, the blue is like green rather than green, and some debris runs along the bottle mouth of the porcelain bottle. Inadvertently, I heard all kinds of complaints and sighs from twisted flowers.
Why are those flowers so different from those in the museum? They have neither a glamorous appearance nor a gorgeous past. Haven't those craftsmen worked hard enough?
With heavy steps and thinking about those flowers, there seems to be a little light flashing in my mind: it is better to let others decide success or failure than to fly high.
On Thursday, it rained heavily all day. As usual, I stayed at school for a while after school in the afternoon. I don't know how long it took, but the students left the classroom. I looked up and saw that I was the only one in the classroom, and the school showed an abnormal silence.
I slowly put on my raincoat and walked to the parking lot. Then I left school. I left school and rode my bike slowly. I have been studying most of the time since I failed in the first monthly exam. I no longer care about the lovely flowers and plants on the road, nor about the pedestrians coming and going on the road. I just rode slowly and lost the feeling of freedom in the past. It seems to be "imprisoned", but I didn't expect to be "imprisoned".
I climbed up a big tree along a familiar road. This big tree is as strong and majestic as a soldier guarding the position, but I didn't care too much and continued riding. Because of the rain, the water level rose so high that it almost reached the ground. I remember when I came here before, I often saw a man fishing here. He didn't go fishing that day because of the heavy rain. I remember riding this road once, because I was talking to my friend, I didn't pay attention to the front and accidentally bumped into that man's bike, but he didn't teach me a lesson, just told me to be careful in the future. Judging from his face, he should be fifty or sixty years old, and he is a very kind person.
I continued cycling and came to the highway. I rode it. There were not many people, but there was a man in front, riding a bike. He rode too slowly. I dare not walk around. This is the opposite way. It's too dangerous. It is because the person in front is too slow that I ride slowly and have time to watch the traffic on the expressway. I look across the road. Traffic lights flashing, rain dripping on the silent ground, the sunset has quietly faded, replaced by the night covered by clouds, some shops have lit up the lights. On such a rainy night, the passing vehicles have formed a beauty that cannot be written in words. The water on the ground shines on the reflection of vehicles, which is a beauty I have never noticed. Time seems to be frozen in such a beautiful moment. This kind of beauty doesn't have much decoration, but it makes people feel beautiful. I have never noticed this kind of scenery since I was a child. It shocked me and opened my "imprisonment" with its natural beauty like the key to my heart.
This rainy night is so calm and beautiful.
Whenever I am intoxicated in the sea of books, a wonderful feeling fills my heart. I seem to hear myself sigh from the bottom of my heart: it's good to study!
I began to understand books when I was very young. This is a world full of colorful pictures and pinyin. In the book, I found one secret after another: the ape-man was the ancestor of human beings, and the dinosaur was very tall and terrible. In the distant years, people used to drill wood to make a fire. The original world is so wonderful! I think reading has made a child like me grow so tall. It seems that as long as I look up, I can easily see the glaciers in the Arctic and see thousands of workers building pyramids along the Nile River in Egypt. Until I closed the book affectionately, all kinds of pictures kept popping up in my mind. There is a sweet feeling in my heart: reading is really good.
Gradually, I bid farewell to the doll book and stepped into the palace of literature. This book has become heavy and profound. I don't wander in nature. I often live in stories: when Snow White escaped the wicked and troubled times, I couldn't help cheering loudly; When sleeping beauty was born again, I was very happy; My heart gradually calmed down when Holmes skillfully exposed the scam. Yes, it reads well! Didn't Bacon feel the same way in Theory of Knowledge? On the one hand, reading broadens our horizons, on the other hand, it purifies our hearts and sublimates our souls.
Later, in the "Chu Cai Cup" competition, I won the first prize of the Golden Cup; Won many awards in various composition competitions; I won a place in various knowledge contests.
Not only me, but also hundreds of millions of voices will call, "It's good to study!" Books push the Chinese nation forward, nourish generation after generation, and are the ladder of the progress of all mankind!
It's good to read!