? Time flies, at this moment two months ago, I was still in the classroom of senior three, trying to overthrow everything for the battle called the college entrance examination. Now I'm sitting in front of my computer, drinking black tea, brushing my Zhihu, and typing some innocuous words to remember the past, in order to fight against the upcoming forgotten master. I'm afraid I can't imagine such leisure.

? I once dreamed of spending ten minutes reading the newly bought composition materials and studying by myself in countless rows, but now I am bored to learn to brush Zhihu and beat werewolves because of the rich time. The literary heart that I was willing to spend time copying blessings in the comprehensive examination seems to have suddenly left me. Just like the end of Lu Xun's description, the light smoke staggered over Luzhen gradually disappeared into mobile phones, computers and fast-paced work schedules.

All this came so suddenly, probably because the heavy negative pressure of senior three existed in my mind for a long time, but it was difficult to control the normal state when I suddenly got rid of it. So it wasn't until I began to code the memory word by word that I found that my words were dry and tasteless, and it was difficult to connect every word. It's only been a short month, and our "beautiful" online celebrity xiaowen and various short comments have completely formatted my head, so I stopped writing, indicating that I can't write anything/.

In order to find inspiration, I went to review dozens of high school compositions. After the end, a word suddenly became clear. It's not because of how good my articles are, but because of the long red comments at the back of each composition, which reminds me of many afternoons in the first Chinese class of senior three, and the little mood of waiting hopefully for this week's composition to be delivered to me. I think of everyone who reads in the morning. I pick up my composition and read it. I proudly read the following comments, ranging from three lines to five or six lines. Because these words are like running water to me, I fell in love with Chinese, and after writing articles with my heart, I tasted the words that followed.

? It is recorded in Zhuangzi that "Zhu Lu learned to cut dragons and stayed at his daughter's house for three years, but he didn't use his skill". Although there are skills to cut dragons, there are no dragons in the world. What do you want? Li Gaoan described it vividly: "Zhu Yuman in the story is like a fool like Don Quixote, while Yi Yi is like a magic wand with powerful pills." Both of them are obsessed with an illusory direction and even dedicated their lives to it. Looking back now, when I was in senior three, I was the modern version of Zhu who was "addicted" to Chinese. The composition does occupy a considerable proportion in the Chinese exam, but in the eyes of my deskmate, I am undoubtedly stupid-I spend a lot of time reading and copying paragraphs every day. Isn't it more cost-effective to use this time to do more comprehensive questions?

? Whenever I am questioned by my seniors, I can only smile, reply "I like it" and copy it silently. Indeed, I still have a lot of science exercises, and I have neglected my knowledge, but I still regard Chinese homework as the first dish every day. As the college entrance examination approaches, my daily life is always more chaotic than others, so I am very popular with Mr. Liu and told me to lead an honest and clean life. Let a science student in an extraordinary period fall in love with Chinese, and I have to say that Teacher Liu's skill is profound-

However, after the college entrance examination, "Zhu" recalled his senior three, and couldn't help feeling glad: thanks to Chinese, the long and lasting senior three was not so terrible, and he was able to keep a cool and clear head at the last minute, and the memories of his youth this year were even more unforgettable. As written in that article, "Who said that the skill of killing dragons must kill dragons? Perhaps Stephany walked alone in the Qian Shan and finally found the peak to admire the world around him. At the moment, he is obstinately playing Long song, waiting for the last moment, and then proudly burying the dragon slaying skills together. The advantage of fragmentation may be to hold the antique pocket watch with complicated decoration and calmly look at the next teenager who is willing to learn dragon slaying skills. "

? What Chinese has given me is my love for life and my understanding of the beautiful things around me. It's not just a simple college entrance examination 150. Zhang Xiaofeng said in Love that I met you in the boundless wilderness of time, in thousands of years. I remember the first time I met Teacher Liu. It was in the first composition of school that I poured out the joys and sorrows of my study, study and life. Teacher Liu wrote seven or eight lines of comments. Senior one and senior two have never met such a serious teacher, so they were "flattered" and began to finish every homework seriously, and Teacher Liu was unambiguous, and every article was carefully corrected. There are pictures to prove it = =

As you can see, every composition teacher will take pains to tick off wonderful sentences, which is also a surprise for all our classmates in the first week of senior three. When their good words and sentences are appreciated so much, the mood of writing a good composition will surge = =

As a student of Mr. Liu, when it comes to daily composition, not only these proud colored bars represent the teacher's approval, but also Mr. Liu's exclusive "high score push"-as a group of high school students who have never scored 45 points, when they first saw the composition results of the weekend exam, everyone's mouths were all big O-shaped-so high! So they went to the bookstore to snap up all the new composition materials, and then = = you know, the Chinese scores of the whole class took off. . . Everyone knows this is encouragement, but it's like a person praising you for being handsome and beautiful every day. You will believe it unconsciously if you listen to it too much. Which is stronger in Lv Zhong? Looking for Lao Liu in class zero zero on the fifth floor =0=

In addition to making the composition extremely comfortable, Mr. Liu also has a golden signboard: share it five minutes before class. The students prepared the sharing content before the next class in turn according to their student numbers. At first, they wrote a composition. Later, the new Mei Xin did some tricks and changed it into classical Chinese privately. Since then, she has been out of control, reading pictures, novels, poems, dictation and idioms. . . . . . Originally, my favorite literature and art sharing turned into an examination and research conference = = However, it is undeniable that this effective and interesting sharing before class makes people yearn for the Chinese class every day (although our real purpose is to hope that the classmate chooses to tell a novel or composition and then talk for 20 minutes, and the teacher has never interrupted it).

Before the third year of senior high school, I always thought that Chinese was a liberal arts project of pure understanding, so I always guessed at all kinds of articles on the principle of understanding first. Fortunately, I stumbled and there was nothing wrong with Chinese. But with the gradual advancement of senior three, the Chinese teacher really conquered me = = It turns out that Chinese can also be learned like this! Like other sciences, it is formula learning! The upper concept, composition theme classification, composition template, initial function, lyrical features-all test sites are covered in all directions, and we all laughed when entering the college entrance examination-are original topics, and topics such as bicycle sharing and Belt and Road sharing have appeared in our pre-class sharing. Before the college entrance examination, the last lesson plan of our language was written like this:

? Then Teacher Liu finished the exam and said:

Never forget, there will be repercussions. This is a teacher's summary of the end of another year's struggle. The confident and elegant words come from her constant accumulation and efforts. I have seen her figure in many places, such as the school on holiday, the corridor after class, for a long time, except the class teacher who has been waiting. Her "working hours" are probably the longest. Fully preparing lessons makes her understand everything. The composition materials for each class are the latest current events and are readily available. Under her guidance, our dialectical thinking gradually improved. The once-a-day "package" feeds us knowledge, and I am more familiar with task-driven composition than gay friends, so that after I took the answer sheet from the college entrance examination this year, I left an aggrieved sentence on the draft paper. Because the news released before the reversal of this year's composition is not the familiar "please talk about your views on the above events from your own point of view, and ask to reflect your own thinking, weighing and choice", but fortunately everything is under the control of the teacher, the topic has changed and the theme seems to be the same. So I love O2O, a class zero student, and take out the previous special materials and solve them instantly. The calmness and decisiveness in this examination room come from the unremitting efforts of our teachers and students over the past year.

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The above is the impression of everyone in the class on Mr. Liu, but I still have some exclusive meetings with Mr. Liu

According to the memory of every classmate now, Han Shijie was completely addicted to Chinese at that time, but it seems to be true. When all the students are writing their compositions, Liu Qing's desk is full of papers, and then the parties are still writing exercises after class in detail.

? According to incomplete statistics, this classmate wrote a total of after-school compositions such as "The answer is floating in the wind". Why do idle people want to talk more? The answer is 2.0 in the wind, the answer is 3.0 in the wind, whose youth is not confused and so on. I have to communicate with my teacher (jokes and sci-fi that I have nothing to do after class are not counted), and Mr. Liu carefully reads the composition handed in by this classmate every time, and is willing to endure unreasonable Wen Qing.

A list of teacher Liu's concern and help

Speaking of these extracurricular exercises, what I can still feel is Mr. Liu's open mind. She didn't intimidate or dissuade me from taking the literary road of young people in No.2 Middle School because of the coming college entrance examination (thank the teacher for not throwing cold water on it). The answer is floating in the wind, which is the product of my whim to participate in the youth innovative composition competition.

It's useless to take part in this kind of competition in senior three, but Mr. Liu helped me modify it several times enthusiastically. Among them, I talked about my dream of Shui Mu, and the teacher happily encouraged me to stick to it.

Although, the result seems to be that there is no senior three group in the innovation composition contest = = and the lotus pond is finally missed, it is just like Zhu Xue's dragon slaying technique. Although it was useless in the end, I now have this memory and the pleasure of finishing a work with my teacher. This is my memory of youth, which is enough for me.

There is a story behind "Why idle people talk too much"-this is an article I wrote for a senior named Shi Yue. Tsinghua graduated from the Department of Architecture for eight years, but at the same time he did live broadcast for three years and played video games for five years. The contradiction between them made her appear in the newspaper and finally in the material bag of our class. Out of my love for everyone on the campus in Tsinghua, my subjective feelings about the game industry, and my disgust for those idle people who criticize others on the computer every day, I found Shi Yue's information in the Chinese afternoon tutorial class.

After a detailed understanding, the young people in Grade 2 complained even more. They stayed up all night in the dormitory and wrote a long article against it, giving it to Mr. Liu to make faces.

Teachers do not hesitate to praise, and the hearts of the young people in Secondary 2 are like finding a bosom friend. From then on, the six teachers in their hearts are sorted as follows

Teacher Liu's appreciation, teacher Liu's concern, teacher Liu's classroom, teacher Liu's literary talent, teacher Liu's thesaurus and other teachers.

It is necessary to explain the ending of this article here. I was accidentally seen by the class teacher, and then I was talked: I really don't know what you are thinking. Do you still have the heart to do these things now?

Contrast shows how open Mr. Liu's mentality is = =)

? Under the influence of the teacher, I have my own literary beliefs, Lu Xun's brushwork, Jane's ancient style and Shi Tiesheng's feelings have aroused different echoes in my heart. Two language sharing sessions, one reading Sun Yu's The Voice of the Owl (comments by Lu Xun), and the other combining Zhen Zhen's A Crack in April to discuss the quoting skills in writing. I don't want to make any maverick gesture in the sharing mode of topics, but I think everyone has been swimming in the ocean of topics for too long, just like Wang Kailing said: "Being alive is like eyes foraging on the ground for a long time. Therefore, our posture is bloated, so we must look up at something, always remind ourselves to take our tired eyes off the object, set out from the narrow and trivial grooves of Lyon, climb the towering, take a look at the towering, free and broad, clear and pure ... "Loving life is taught to me by Chinese and also by Teacher Liu. I still remember the teacher's "shopping" when the head teacher asked Mr. Liu what the weekend arrangement was, which made the students in the class laugh. And I also learned the truth of calmly living in the third year of high school: decompression with Chinese. Three or four days before the college entrance examination, when everyone was nervously copying the papers I didn't know where they came from, I sneaked into the bookstore to chat with my familiar boss. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the cover characters of the new issue of southern window are Zhimo and Yin Hui, and then I watched it for half an hour to continue my review trip. I am still proud of my busy days.

In the last Chinese class before the college entrance examination, the teacher wrote a sentence on the blackboard: "I will go to Qingyun on this day next year, but I will be busy laughing." I looked at that sentence, and my heart was very heroic, as if I saw that a year of forbearance finally brought light and glory, and all the storms finally vanished, and the eternal Wan Li Guangji reappeared in the sky. Seeing the brilliance of 10,000 kinds of life rendering the background color of the sky in front of my eyes (yes, my intuitive feeling is so exaggerated), I copied this poem on a postcard, and attached a sentence from Yin Hui on the back: "If my heart is a lotus, I will proudly hold a small wax in the middle, even though the sky is just a cut."

? So I walked into the examination room with this mood, and I met the Chinese teacher in the primary school among the invigilators. She smiled at me before every game, so I walked around the room, taking long shots and guessing. Everything went well except Li Si in the composition of the Tang Dynasty.

? At the end of the last scene, I sent a bookmark to the primary school Chinese teacher, with the words "I will go to Qingyun next year" written on it. When I was writing my signature, I suddenly remembered the student thank-you letter that Teacher Liu had shared with us, so I slowly wrote a "-Teacher Wu Jinghui Cun". I think the primary school Chinese teacher will be pleased with her teaching and think of her and our past. She is with the headmaster about what we have been misunderstood.

Maybe every Chinese teacher in my life is a lover in my last life. They gave us warmth and hugs in this life. Recalling the past, I realized the feeling and experience of learning Chinese with teacher Liu Yanping, and touched the real fragrance of words, as if the wild horses in the north were tamed in the warm and soft southern Xinjiang, and I was intoxicated in the gorgeous spring full of duckweed.

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