When I was a child, my composition was very good. The Chinese teacher gave my composition a "5+" score more than once, and often read aloud in class.

Listening to the teacher read his composition, my mood is like a strange bean. Which student doesn't want to be praised by the teacher when he feels sweet at first? Slowly, the salty taste came to my mind. After class, the students looked strange. "Oh, oh, the teacher used Shi Chuanxiang's dung scoop to' hint' Bi Shumin again!" I just learned a text about scavengers. In the northern dialect, "Wei" and "Kua" are homophonic. When jumping rubber bands, neither side wants me. You know, on weekdays, because I am tall and a good dancer, everyone is vying to pull it out with me. When I talk to anyone, people will pretend not to hear, deliberately lean over and laugh loudly with others. They looked at me together as they talked.

I began to understand what loneliness means and what jealousy means.

Such days usually last for two or three days and will pass. After all, everyone is young and forgetful. At that time, I was also a battalion chief, and my popularity was quite good. Everyone likes to ask me for things.

Composition evaluation every two weeks: I will go through a mental purgatory.

I began to write my composition at will, following the crowd and being plain. "Your composition has regressed. Are you proud?" The teacher asked me. I am silent. It's not that I don't want to tell the teacher why. I don't know what to say. If I say so, the teacher will scold the students in class, and my situation will be even worse.

The teacher earnestly enlightened me, and I began to write my composition seriously again. The teacher is satisfied, and the vicious circle of students' hostility begins again. Is there no perfect solution?

I found that my classmates didn't hate my composition. When the teacher read the composition, everyone listened with relish and gave a knowing laugh from time to time. Students just don't like the teacher mentioning my name over and over again.

I asked the teacher carefully, "Have I made any progress in my composition recently?" The teacher said, "You have written well recently. I will read your composition this afternoon. " "I have a small request ..." I said trembling. The teacher stared at me. "When you read my composition, can you not read my name?" I plucked up the courage to finish what I had said for a long time. "Why? This is the first time I have heard such a request. You can't let your classmates think it was written anonymously, can you? "

I calmed down and said matter-of-factly, "I think the main reason why you read a composition is whether it is well written." It doesn't matter who wrote it. Forget the name. When you let everyone discuss it, no one is embarrassed. It's better to say opinions. ""You have a point. Ok, let's try it this afternoon. " The teacher agreed.

The situation that afternoon was as I expected. The students are full of curiosity, and their speeches are much more enthusiastic than usual. After class, I danced rubber bands happily with everyone. "Hi, Bi Shumin, did you write the model essay you read today?" Someone asked me. "She can't always write well. I think someone else must have written it today. " Some people say so. I just smiled and didn't answer. When I was in a hurry, I said, "I feel like you wrote it." Since then, my composition has become better and better. You can get along well with your classmates.

I still don't know whether this is wit or precocious cunning. When I grow up, I see a famous saying, "Go your own way and let others talk." I think this is a more positive and brave attitude towards life.

Only when I was a child, even if I heard this kind of teaching, I might be afraid to do it. I cherish the opportunity to jump rubber bands with the children carefree. (Selected from Science Grand View Garden, No.3, 2009, with changes)