Unforgettable first teacher

Published: August 2, 2115 8: 49: 31 Author: Wen Xuwen, Class 6 (4), shaping town No.3 Primary School Click: 235 times

I often miss my first teacher with deep gratitude. It was she who taught me the knowledge and let me take the first step in my life; It is she who sowed beautiful seeds in my childish mind and taught me to be diligent, love my motherland and be an upright and honest person. The light is like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, several years have slipped away from me, but I still can't forget my first teacher.

When I was less than seven years old, I went to the first grade of primary school. Our first teacher was amiable, so many students liked her very much. Whenever class is over, she talks with us; In class, she seems to be a different person and is very strict with us. Once, I felt sad because I couldn't buy a fairy tale book. At this moment, the teacher suddenly asked us to copy new words. My usual words are very beautiful, and they are often selected and posted on the writing column of the "learning garden" by the teacher. But this time, I listlessly finished writing and handed them in, just staring blankly in my seat. After a while, a classmate said to me, "Wenzai, the teacher asked you to go to her office." I was suddenly surprised and worried. I didn't know what it was. I walked into the teacher's office with my head down. The teacher said to me, "Did you hurt your hand?" "no? Then how can you write such a word? " "I ... I ..." I can't go on, because I have no reason. "Writing is the basic skill of learning. If you write well, you will have confidence in learning. Only with confidence can you improve your academic performance." I stole a look at the teacher, and her face became serious. I immediately lowered my head and turned red. After this, under the guidance of my teacher, I wrote harder and my handwriting became better and better.

My first teacher not only taught me how to write well and learn books well, but also taught me a lot about being a man.

at that time, I was very fun-loving. Even on my way to school, I had to play for a while before I got to school. Once, when I passed the park on my way to school, I went in to play, because I forgot the time and was late for school. The teacher called me over and my heart began to pound, thinking that I might be criticized again. "Wen Zi, what can I do for you today? You are seldom late. Come on, tell the teacher. " I really didn't expect the teacher to be so kind and kind. "I ... I ..." Seeing that I dare not admit it, the teacher stroked my head and said earnestly, "Wenzai, we should form the habit of not telling lies when we are young, and we should be an honest child. When we grow up, we can make people trust you and be more practical when we do things." The teacher's words made me deeply educated and still fresh in my memory. I admitted my mistake to my teacher, and since then, I have never been late again, nor have I played on my way to school or after school.

The first teacher not only planted a beautiful seed in my mind, but also cultivated it into a thriving seedling.

once appeared in Jiangmen Daily on July 26th, 2115

-------------------. Poetry and songs can't stop praising you! You use the nectar of knowledge to water our ideal flowers; You moisten the beautiful fruit of our sentiment with a clear spring of mind. In this unusual festival, offer our deep blessing!

Every year, I send you the first spring scenery and a New Year card. My dear teacher, may spring be with you forever!

gardener-a lofty title. Look at the flowers blooming on that branch, which are poured by your hard sweat. Bless you: peaches and plums are all over the world, and spring is everywhere!

The sunshine makes the gardener feel warm in spring; Rain and dew moisten, and the buds of peaches and plums are red. I wish you a happy Teacher's Day.

You are a gardener, adding beauty to the mountains and rivers of the motherland; You are like a spring rain, nourishing peaches and plums, and the land of China is full of fragrance. In this festive festival, let me present a flower of my heart and express my heartfelt wishes to you.

Writing carols with rosy clouds all over the sky and weaving poems with flowers everywhere can't express our congratulations to the teachers' holiday!

"peaches and plums are all over the world" is the glory of teachers. -On this beautiful and sunny gardener's day, I wish the teacher happiness and youth forever!

I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. In your festival, I want to dedicate a high respect to you.

Dear teacher, your earnest teachings are like spring breeze, like Seo Woo, and will always impress my heart. I sincerely wish you happiness!

we grow from seedlings to trees, but we will always be your students. I wish you an evergreen tree of life in your sixties.

you teach students in accordance with their aptitude and are good at enlightening the mind. We hold excellent results to congratulate you on your victory!

Teacher, I wish the students you have educated are full of talents and elites.

Teacher, you are sincere, kind and beautiful. May all the students' hearts be open to you.

May the music of my stream echo in your deep valley forever.

When the sea ebbs, leave colorful shells on the beach. When we graduate, we give our sincere wishes to our teachers.

-----------. Warm the hearts of every classmate, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with hot eyes ... < P > You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the souls of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you!

The name carved on the board may not be immortal, and the name carved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved on our hearts, which truly lasts forever.

Your thoughts and words are full of poetry, philosophy and magic ―― oh, how many wonderful ripples they have aroused in my mind!

you respect sincerity and honesty, which is regarded as the rule of life. You are a model in the eyes of our students.

I admire great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher, you.

you are strict with us and take your own actions as an example. Once your advice, demands and even orders are put forward, we must do it, but it always makes us convinced and act consciously. This is the tall image you left in my heart.

In my mind, you are the strictest father and the kindest mother. You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher in teaching.

Your voice, face and smile always flash in front of my eyes; You are a character and personality, which will always be treasured in the depths of my memory.

Ah, teacher-the engineer of human soul, only this glorious name has the connotation as rich as the sea and profound as the blue sky!

Teacher, this dazzling name, like a brilliant star, will always hang high in our chest.

Even if my temples are gray, I will still sincerely call you-teacher! In front of this sacred and lofty word, I will always be a student who needs enlightenment!

In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing on the vast sea, always guiding our forward voyage!

burn yourself without stint, giving off all the heat, all the light and all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired!

some people say that teachers are like mountains, because the mountains are lofty and revered. I would also like to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is vast and incalculable.

In the eyes of students, you are "the true seed, the messenger of goodness and the banner of beauty".

you are a charcoal fire in the severe winter, a stepping stone in the turbulent flow in the shade in the hot summer, and a beacon light in the foggy sea ―― teacher, you teach by example, educate people well, and are willing to be a ladder, which is unforgettable!

the higher you climb, the stronger you drill. -The Analects of Confucius Zi Han

Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it is supported by the old cadres. Next year, there will be new students, and 111 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. -[Qing] Zheng Xie

---------------------. Because of the hard of hearing, I can't hear others clearly, so he asked us not to greet him when we met. Over time, we also forgot his last name. At that time, I only knew that he was fierce and grumpy, so he was called "small electric stick" behind his back.

The electric baton is not small. It has reached middle age, but it is short and has no smiling face, which makes people feel involuntarily afraid. I remember an art class, when the bell rang for a long time and the teacher was never seen, several boys ran to the podium and deliberately shouted, "Here comes the electric baton! Here comes the electric wand! " To scare people, but unfortunately, I was heard by the small electric stick and got a good beating from him. Everyone in that class was a little scared because of this terrible beginning. Since then, everyone's fear of him has deepened, and they have deeply understood the consequences of calling the teacher's nickname.

actually, the electric baton is a very good teacher. I join the art group, and he always buys a lot of paints and plates for us to use. Just help him clean them up. He didn't talk much, but he taught us with his heart. Once in a school activity, he led the members of our art group to draw a long collective painting. When I walked onto the stage with my own work, I felt extremely proud as a child. At that time, his mood was best described by one word: awe.

He only taught us for about two years, and then he gradually drifted away because he didn't have an art class and didn't like being greeted. The electric baton said, don't call him "art teacher". It was only then that I realized that it was impolite to call a teacher by subject. However, we are all used to shouting "small electric batons" and excitedly recalling the scene of being beaten in the classroom. When we call it up, the fierce but kind-hearted teacher will stand in front of us alive, just like a painting of that year.

The second is my primary school math teacher Guo Jianzhong. He came from the second grade of primary school and taught in the fourth grade.

at that time, he was still a young new teacher. I remember him wandering around the door of our classroom on the first day. I was taking morning reading, thinking that he was a parent, and I almost went over to ask him if he had anything to do. Later, when he came to class, I was glad that I didn't respect my teacher abruptly.

Mr. Guo often told us that he studied poorly when he was a child, and then he suddenly woke up and carved his name on a big tree in XX Mountain, vowing to study hard before he could become a teacher. He also said that if you don't believe me, you can go to XX Mountain, where the word "Guo Jianzhong" still exists.

Now I don't know whether Mr. Guo's story is true or not, but it was so legendary at that time and gave me a lot of encouragement.

Miss Guo often makes up some formulas to teach us how to add, subtract, multiply and divide, and also teaches us how to do abacus calculations. Usually, he will go to the grocery store with us to buy fried potatoes to eat, and he will play with us during the spring outing, like a big boy. Once we were disobedient in class, he lied to us by pretending to have a stomachache on the podium, which made us a group of children feel sorry for it. Teacher Guo plays the accordion very well and sings well, so she sometimes helps us with music lessons.

He also asked me to buy a copy of Mathematical Olympiad (Primary School Edition), and told it to me seriously. At that time, I had the idea of taking part in a mathematical competition. Later, I was able to win the prize in the "Hope Cup" national mathematics competition for middle school students because of the enlightenment of Mr. Guo. I still have the Mathematical Olympiad (Primary Edition), with the words written by Mr. Guo on it. I remember that he told me about arithmetic progression in those years ... Only a few years ago when I went to primary school, he was much older, and he couldn't remember who I was after calling "Mr. Guo".

Another math teacher in my primary school is a charitable old lady. Her name is Guan Xian. It is this teacher who sent us to the end of primary school that gave me great interest and confidence in mathematics, which will be used endlessly in my later student days.

Ms. Guan's teaching method is different. She advocates watching and doing by herself, and capable students can learn by themselves regardless of the progress. At that time, there was a craze in the class, and a bunch of kids were enthusiastic about reading math books and doing application problems all day. Every time I have a math class, I start to compete who can finish the problem first. It is self-evident that you can finish your homework quickly without being taught by a teacher and go home an hour earlier than most people with a proud look. An invisible thing makes me involuntarily like mathematics and can learn it easily. This feeling has been maintained until now. It doesn't matter if you want to come to the exam, but you are very unhappy if you don't do well in math, which is related to this kind of love.

Teacher Guan often uses nonstandard Mandarin to show us her own formula: "Radius times two equals diameter, and diameter times 3.14 equals the circumference of a circle ..." It is still fresh in my memory.

At that time, Teacher Guan was over 51 years old. I visited her once after graduating from primary school, and she was still kind and kind. She also cooked for us. Later, when I went to find it again, I retired and moved, and I couldn't find it anymore.

When I graduated, I had a photo with Mr. Guan. She hugged me and smiled kindly. When people saw it, they thought it was grandma hugging her little granddaughter. In my heart, I think she is an amiable grandmother, and I hope she is as healthy as my grandmother.

Primary school teachers are far away, perhaps because they are too young, and they have been more or less "afraid" of them; It is also because it is too small, many things can't be remembered clearly, and together with the "fear" of that year, the light flows away at any time.

when I got to high school, I met a lot of teachers with different magical powers. Together with that beautiful campus, they brought me colorful three-year high school time.

The first thing that comes to mind is our Chinese teacher Shi Antang, a legendary teacher. He is said to be legendary because he is extremely out of touch with the teaching mode of this era, which is so unusual that it is difficult for us to give him a consistent evaluation. Different teachers, students and parents look at him with different eyes. But I am still used to calling him "Shi Lao". Shi Lao is always kind.

The first class in high school is Shi Lao's. The first impression was that the Chinese teacher didn't speak Mandarin. Later, he discovered that it was really difficult to get used to Shi Lao's "horse spectrum", so once he occasionally released an ordinary sentence.