We are all ordinary people, doing ordinary things. However, around us, there are some ordinary people doing extraordinary things.
It rained continuously in August and September, just like the "plague god", which made people feel disgusted and helpless. With such weather and mood, we bid farewell to the interesting and hot summer vacation and embarked on a new year's study journey.
The fog was very confused this morning. Smoke filled the whole sky and there was no sunshine. The fine rain keeps falling, and the breeze is coming, but if it doesn't blow on me, it will still be cold. ...
In the stormy corridor, there is a middle-aged man in his thirties outside the classroom of Class 8 (3). He is wearing short sleeves in autumn, gray trousers and a pair of old cool shoes. His forehead was covered with deep wrinkles. It seems that he has not slept for several nights. His eyes almost fell out, and thick cocoons had tightly wrapped his rough hands. He looked around as if he were spying on something, with a shy smile on his lips from time to time. A passing classmate asked him, "Hello, who are you looking for?" He just smiled: "thank you, I'm not looking for someone!" " "
What an ordinary person this is! But what he did was extraordinary.
"Jingle bell ..." The bell of the first class in grade eight rang soon. I saw the middle-aged man turned around and strode to the classroom of Class 8 (3) with a smile. Who is he looking for? The students are guessing at each other-be careful! Before we shouted, his foot slipped on the spicy bag and squatted on the ground. The students all laughed, but he was not angry. Then he bent down casually, picked up the bag and put it in his pocket-did he pick up the garbage?
Don't! I saw him step onto the platform and put on his glasses. He carefully took out a Chinese book from his armpit and put it on the lecture table he wiped with his sleeves.
Oh! It turns out that he is our Chinese teacher. Didn't he pretend to be serious? According to our experience, it is impossible for every teacher to succeed in the first class without boasting about his achievements and success.
He sincerely said, "In my first year of teaching, it's an honor to meet you good students. I will cherish every minute with you. I will take out everything I have learned before. I also hope that you will cooperate with my work for your own study. I will remember your lovely faces. Then he called the naughty student in the class and asked him if he would cooperate with his work. However, we are not concerned about this classmate's answer, but why he knows the name of a "very inconspicuous" student in the class.
"Now we begin to learn the poem" Long March, First Lesson "." -"We have learned it before." The students interrupted him in unison. Indeed, I don't know how many times I have learned this poem. If he talks like that again, it's just a migration, nothing more than moving out what the teacher said before. Why bother? Why don't you go to bed by yourself at this time, let's have a rest, or see what new tricks you have. Then he went on "proudly". "This poem is a seven-character poem, which is a seven-character poem. Every metrical poem has a first couplet, a parallel couplet, a neck couplet and a tail couplet. The characteristic of metrical poetry is rhyme, that is, the vowel of the last word of each couplet is the same. The rhyming words of this poem are: leisure, pill, cold and beauty. The prominent rhetoric of this poem is duality, that is, sentences with the same number of words, similar parts of speech and opposite or similar meanings. For example, "Jinsha River is warm in clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold in iron. This sentence has the same number of words, similar parts of speech and opposite meaning. This sentence is an opposite sentence ... "Although we have learned this poem many times, this time it is different. This lesson made me vaguely understand that we were all fooling around before.
"Jingle bells ..." Soon after the first class, the bell rang. This class may be so special that we forgot to take notes.
After class, I stood in the corridor and looked out for a while. Before I knew it, it had cleared up, and I could see the sun through the thick fog. The sun is getting a little dazzling, dazzling, and it is even more dazzling through the dense fog. I seem to see something through the sunshine, but I can't think of what I saw at the moment.
The teacher is easy-going, but he is "harsh" on our study.
In the second class, he stood on the podium and patrolled. He called several students from the front, middle and back to answer his questions. These questions were all mentioned in the last class, but still few students could answer them. He said nothing, but his face became a little heavy. Then he seriously emphasized once: "Please take class notes in the future!" Then he repeated the last lesson and gave us a lot of time to read our notes. He seemed confident: "Students! I believe you can do well in the exam! Come on! " But it doesn't matter to most of our classmates.
The results of the first monthly exam came out. Strangely, he didn't tell us the result of the exam, and he didn't have an abnormal expression. He just taught us knowledge in obscurity and conscientiously. It was not until later that I learned that the Chinese score in our class was the lowest in this monthly exam.
In such a year of intense study time, it is he, Mr. Zhang, who persevered with his noble sentiments; Rich knowledge and unique spirit have nurtured us, turned the situation around, and turned our Chinese scores from last to positive in the final exam. When we learned the news and reported to him cheerfully, we never saw him again-he had been transferred.
-Let me enrich my teacher. Your sentiment, knowledge and spirit have taught us to spend every day fully and left an indelible "trace" in my heart. Although you left nothing behind, I still know your name, and I will never stop looking for your footsteps. ...
Ordinary people do such extraordinary things.