Do you remember Mr Fujino? Japanese authors will never forget a people's teacher who shocked Mr. Lu Xun's soul.
Is he great? Maybe you think he is great. But have you noticed? Maybe you have one or even many great Mr. Fujino around you.
She is the first real Mr. Fujino I met.
In the fifth grade, I was lucky enough to participate in the English speech contest for primary school students held in the city on behalf of our school with three other students. And she, my head teacher, another English teacher, is our tutor.
Once the teacher seemed to make some mistakes when she heard me pronounce the word woman. After listening to me read it several times, she finally found the problem. He explained to me: A in "woman" is not pronounced here? ]'。 I felt very confused after listening to it, because when my class teacher taught me, I meant to send [e].
When I got home, I quickly found an English-Chinese dictionary, and the answer was exactly the same as what the teacher said. Then two questions slowly came to my mind: should I talk to the class teacher? What should I tell her? I struggled with these two questions all night, which made me uneasy.
The next day, I went to the teacher's office and stole a look at the door. There is no one in the office except the teacher. So, I knocked in generously. When the teacher saw it was me, she smiled gently and cut it. What happened? Seeing that the teacher was so gentle, I dared to tell the teacher what happened. I looked at the teacher's face as I spoke, for fear that his face would hang up. But the teacher nodded without thinking and carefully opened the small dictionary he carried with him. Looking at the teacher's increasingly serious face, I feel creepy. Suddenly, with a bang, the teacher put the dictionary back in the distance and smiled kindly. I whispered, teacher, right? And the teacher still said to me in a very gentle tone: management, you are right, I am wrong. Don't forget to remind me to correct it in class. Management, thank you. Seeing the teacher's frown, I suddenly felt that my breathing was much smoother, so I went back to class with joy.
Later, this incident has been playing a subtle role in my study career, and it can be said that it has benefited a lot. The first threesome teacher Fujino gave me must have my teacher's kit, which benefited me a lot. And the following Mr. Fujino really touched me and made me learn to be grateful. In the sixth grade, because of my stubbornness and stubbornness, an unpleasant accident happened. It was a Friday night after school. A boy in our class was fighting with another boy in the class, but it was the beginning of a tragedy. I gave them an impatient look and then continued to pack my schoolbag. But one of the boys is getting closer and closer to me. The weapon and bench in his hand almost hit me several times, and my anger came up. Pointing at that boy, he shouted loudly that you are sick, right? But that boy doesn't seem to be a vegetarian. The original men's doubles became mixed doubles because of my spoiler. In this chaotic century war, I was severely hit by one of the boys with a bench, so that my teeth are still a pair of porcelain teeth. My head is buzzing and I can't hear what others are saying. I can only see the boy with his head down in tears, and he seems to feel guilty. I covered my mouth and the broken tooth and sobbed. Then I remember the head teacher came. She bent down and gently asked me what was wrong. Then she saw my injury and asked the people present. Just when everyone wanted to talk, I was silent. I accidentally ran down the stairs! Then the teacher took out his mobile phone and dialed my parents' number, telling me to pack my schoolbag and your parents will pick you up later. Come on, I'll walk you down. In the surprised eyes of the whole class, my teacher and I went downstairs. When we came to the corner of the stairs, the teacher said that we had to go to the toilet, so let me wait. In fact, I know that when the teacher is in the classroom, I see the teacher's eyes are foggy. After a while, the teacher came over and pretended to wipe her eyes carelessly, but the tears on her eyelashes betrayed her. That tear pierced my hot heart like handfuls of ice skates, making my heart cold and tormented. Think of a poem I read before: In this colorful world, there are teachers' songs, teachers' smiles, teachers' tears and teachers' love. At this moment, I suddenly realized. The teacher suddenly said sorry, management, only because I asked you to go down and pick up my son did this happen.
But there is another voice in my heart saying, teacher, I'm sorry. I want to write an article like Mr. Fujino, just like Mr. Lu Xun. I also want to write some famous sayings, such as silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles all over the world will cry the wick away every night. But I'm sorry for my lack of knowledge. I can only express my feelings in a very popular sentence. Thank you, teacher.