My memory on the blackboard comes from grade two. I vaguely remember that it seems to be the first composition class in Grade Two. As the bell rang, the class began. At that time, Mr. Weng, the Chinese teacher, began to draw a big round face on the blackboard, with God's eyes and a big mouth, which was very arrogant. The lack of nose made this lovely face suddenly feel inferior. Well, what can we do? The content of this lesson is to draw a nose! As the last stroke falls, the students' eyes have already flashed with light. Teacher Weng's smile deepened, and a crisp and pleasant voice sounded in our ears: "Who will try first?" Followed by shouting "I'm coming!" "Please me!" My ass has left the seat uneasily.
Teacher Weng is also happy to see the students so active. Please go to Xiao C (a pseudonym). Sighs came from the audience and echoed in the classroom. I saw Xiao C covering his eyes with a cloth, standing in front of the blackboard and slowly rotating for three times, but not firmly moving towards the round face, picking up the chalk, which seemed very confused. "Little C, draw a little to the left!" "No, a little higher!" All kinds of comments filled the classroom. Xiao C in front of the blackboard seems to be hesitant and hasn't put pen to paper for a long time.
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After a while, I saw his hand wandering around his eyes for a while, and then stopped. A nifty round nose appeared in front of us. "Ha ha!" "Wrong painting!" Some of the students under the stage patted their bellies, some bent over and laughed, and some even wiped their tears ... and little C on the stage had to touch the back of his head shyly and walk back to his seat with laughter. Then, confident little H (a pseudonym) went up again. ...
Many years later, I still remember that the ending of the composition is "The game of drawing nose continues, and there are bursts of laughter and laughter from time to time in the classroom ...". Maybe who won or lost at that time has long been forgotten, but I still remember that I was really happy, very happy. ...
The memory on this blackboard has long been destroyed on the blackboard, perhaps covered by countless exercises, perhaps erased by the old blackboard, but it has been fixed in my memory forever as early as that class.
We probably can't find that innocence, and sometimes we can only grope slowly in our memory and try our best to recall it. But it can't really appear in our lives. Our life is covered with competition, troubles and heavy thoughts, so we can never find that innocence-a real happiness.
I like the topic "Memory on the Blackboard" very much, because it reminds me of a game called "Drawing Nose". Compared with now, we will not be happy with this kind of game, but when we shout, it may be our precious memory of standing on the blackboard.