Spring blossoms, the ice on the lake is broken, and flocks of wild ducks are playing on the lake again. I really envy them. I can swim freely all day, travel every day and return at sunset. Just need to fill your stomach every day, carefree, not as tired as human activities.

"Hey, stupid duck, who did you miss?"

"No, no one thought about it."

My name is Lin Wanru. I am a 18 college student. I like dancing. Everyone calls me a stupid duck. Call me a stupid duck, not because I'm not a good dancer, but because I'm very young.

My mother said that I was born less than 10 months. Later, I was able to talk and walk unsteadily. I walk like a duck. Everyone calls me a stupid duck. This is more than ten years.

I remember when I first went to school, more than half of my classmates knew me. Under the leadership of the neighbor's children, all the children in the class call me stupid duck, which is very rhythmic. On the first day of school, I skipped class. Then that year, no matter what my father said, I didn't go to school anyway, and I didn't have any friends to play at home for a year. That year, I had little contact with other children.

The next year, my father sent me to the school kindergarten, but the children who called me stupid duck failed to enter the big class and failed to repeat. Seeing that I started screaming again, it was like entering school for the first time, and I ran away again. This time, my father slapped me and asked my mother to take me to school, saying that if I ran back, I would break my leg.

On the way to school, my mother always comforted me, saying that I was not stupid at all and cried so hard that I couldn't listen at all. After arriving at school, my mother explained the situation to the teacher, and then began my first class in school life, entitled "Ugly Duckling". The teacher wants to use this passage to tell those children who call me a stupid duck not to judge people by their appearances, but the children will say,' Teacher, the ugly duckling is an ugly duckling, and she is a stupid duck, which is different'. Hearing this, I began to cry again.

The teacher in our class is a newly graduated female college student. She saw that I was crying badly and she cried herself, so she took me to the office. At that time, there was a big class teacher in the office, who was a man. Seeing me crying like a crybaby, she asked our teacher what happened. After understanding the situation, the male teacher picked me up and put me in his chair. He moved a chair to sit opposite me and told me a story that only belonged to the two of us.

"Once upon a time, there was a little boy who didn't talk at school. Every day his classmates are dumb, dumb and dumb, but the little boy doesn't cry or get angry, because the little boy knows that he is not dumb and can talk. One day, the teacher taught a song in class so that the students could learn to sing. A few days later, the students in the class will take turns to sing the songs taught by the teacher, one after another. Just then, they heard a voice they had never heard before singing, and it was very beautiful. The students slowly calmed down and listened to the song. When they finished singing, they found the little boy singing and the teacher clapping for him. Since then, no one has called this little boy dumb. "

After the lecture, the male teacher asked me if I understood. Because of fear, I dare not say I don't understand. I nodded and told him that I was not a duck. Then he took me back to my teacher. When my classmates saw me, they began to shout stupid duck, stupid duck. Somehow, I didn't cry this time. The teacher pulled me back to my position, touched my head and said, "Ducks are birds, and birds can fly." You are so smart that you will definitely fly better than them. "

In fact, at that time, I didn't understand anything the male teacher said or the story. I just feel comfortable with male teachers. I didn't cry when he was here. I didn't know until I grew up. It turned out to be admiration. It can be said that my little guy fell in love with the male teacher. Later, I became a student in the male teacher's class as I wished. Although some people still call me stupid duck, as long as there is a male teacher, I don't think this is an ugly name.

After that, I met the teacher several times and saw him holding the child. When I greeted him, he said shyly that he had forgotten my name. In fact, he knows my name is stupid duck, but he really doesn't know my real name.

After all these years, my classmates still call me stupid duck. Even my mother said, I didn't expect this stupid duck to be admitted to a university or an art school. Looking back on the story told by the male teacher, maybe I just don't know how to express it in words. I know I don't want to be a stupid duck and want to fly higher. Sometimes, an insignificant thing will change a person, but it is that person who has changed me.