How are you? Does your leg still hurt? It's already dark, and the meter says it's past five o'clock. I don't know. Have you eaten? Are you still correcting your homework in that small office? Still having a headache for that naughty boy in the class? Sitting on the soft cushion at home reading, but I can't stand it. I don't know why, when I look out of the window, I always think of the bare and slippery graduation wall. ...
With excitement, I followed the neat and quiet 6 1 class team and stepped into the broad thanksgiving camp. I am a little scared, afraid that my clumsy self will be smeared in the camp, and I am also a little determined to show my strong side to the teacher. This is our class flag. I can clearly see that the students in Class 6 1 are writing their names in generous fonts. More importantly, it has your new signature on it. At that moment, your proud expression and crisp signature really convinced me and strengthened me: we are a group, we are a family and we are a person! !
Accompanied by this splendid class flag, we ushered in the first activity: climbing over the graduation wall. Looking at the high fence, the fence more than two meters high, I feel timid and can't help pulling my ass back, let alone bravely rushing forward! However, before I adjusted my state, the instructor gave an order to let you and the teachers of the other two classes lead us to start practicing nervously. Standing in the queue, listening to your command with trepidation, watching the students turn over one by one, when I hesitated to give it a try, the instructor called me. I didn't dare to think at that time: I have neither practiced nor experienced this, and I am usually a typical sports idiot. Will it hold back our excellent team? If it really holds you back, will you be angry and leave me out in the future study? What will the students think of me as a "class cadre" in the future The more I think about it, the more I fear it, and the more I think about it, the more I shrink back.
However, no matter how we shrink back, difficulties will come eventually. When the instructor gave the order, the time began. Everyone lined up quickly and neatly, in front of the girls and behind the boys, while the strong students bent down to get the ladder and let the students behind them go up. Everything is done according to your orders. Of course, I came last in the women's group. One by one, it was not until the students in front turned over smoothly that I realized: it was my turn! I tried to follow the method taught by the instructor before, first stepping on the thigh of the bottom student, then stepping on the shoulder of the top student, pushing hard, and finally grabbing the hand of the top student. With the help of leg lifting, the top student can pull people up as soon as they pull their thighs. Work hard! I almost caught those hands, but when my foot slipped, I fell like a kite with a broken thread. It doesn't matter if it fails. Just don't try again and again. I will gently cheer myself up. You helped me, and I once again embarked on the history of struggle. With a bang, I not only fell into the sand again, but also my heart sank to the bottom. Depression and loss took this opportunity to begin to multiply rapidly and soon filled my heart like an inflatable balloon. Just then, a pair of hands lifted me up, firm and encouraging, and my eyes went straight to my dark and painful heart. It's you, like the rising sun. The first bright sunshine not only illuminates the earth, but also illuminates me. I understand once again that I am trying a little, just a little, and I will succeed. But why? Why do I always try and fail? The third attempt, the third time, was more difficult than I expected, like a defeated general who lost his dazzling style on the battlefield; Like an eagle in the blue sky, it has lost its proud wings; Just like a happy and clever fish in the water lost its tail to show her the way, more like the scorching sun in the sky lost its sunlight to illuminate the earth … I only have one thought: give up! Sink! Face the facts! You failed! You failed! However, there is a person smiling at me, encouraging me, comforting me gently, giving up, is it worthy of her? So I chose to stick to it, whether it was successful or not, at least I tried. This time, in order to let me climb over this wall, you made a ladder yourself and patted my thigh, looking firm and persistent. I gritted my teeth and stepped on it, yeah! I made it! I won! You are also happy!
When taking pictures, you stood with me, and vaguely, I smelled victory, sweet and fresh with sugar; Salty, one breath of sweat; Warmth, the smell of sunshine ...
If love is a sunny spring, then gratitude is first and foremost a delicate flower; If love is a hot summer, gratitude is the thick green of willow; If love is a fruitful autumn, gratitude is the profusion of maple leaves; If love is a white winter, gratitude is the whiteness of snowflakes flying. Teacher Zhang, does your leg still hurt? Have you eaten? Are you asleep? Heart, does it still hurt?
I wish all teachers in the world good health.
Pay tribute to Sun Yuyang, a student who loves you.
April 7, 1965 438+02