Memory on the Blackboard A blackboard, a few pieces of chalk, a few letters, a few symbols, and a few scrawled writings constitute the most common blackboard in the school. In Chinese class, whenever an exercise is explained, there will always be a question about reading pinyin and writing Chinese characters. As I have a lot of typos, I naturally become the focus of the teacher's attention. Each time, I would be called to the blackboard and write the answer to this question. And I usually only finish what I write, and let the rest go. After making a fool of myself several times, the teacher decided to make a bet with me. If I wrote the right words on the blackboard before the next exam, I would get ten extra points for the exam. Since then, every time I encounter this kind of question, I will always look up the dictionary and complete the question for these 10 points. In a Chinese class, the teacher suddenly decided to memorize words. Of course I can't escape. Although the words Teacher Mo said were all words I had written on the blackboard before, I couldn't remember any of them because I didn't pay attention to them. I stood like a statue in front of the blackboard, which was self-evidently embarrassing. The teacher looked at me who was a little unwilling, sighed, and said: "To do this question, you rely on your usual accumulation. You usually only look up the dictionary, but don't memorize it. If you accumulate it, there will be knowledge points for you to look up during the exam. Are you treating the symptoms but not the root cause?" From then on, I will always keep the teacher's words in mind. Whenever I encounter a new word, I will write it down and never improvise. When he first came to school, the head teacher always reminded every student who wiped the blackboard that they must wipe it back and forth three times and make sure there is no white chalk mark on it. At the beginning, because the teacher came to check every day, every student did not dare to neglect. Naturally, our class’s blackboard didn’t deduct a single point. As the number of teacher inspections became less and less, the students began to become careless. Once when I was a student on duty, the classmates who were wiping the blackboard had just finished wiping the blackboard and were chatting there. Unexpectedly, the class teacher's magic troops descended from the sky and came to the classroom for a surprise inspection. Naturally, the lazy blackboard could not be hidden from her sharp eyes, and she immediately ordered the classmate to wipe it again. I saw him standing on the chair with an unhappy face while wiping, and whispered: "Why are you pretending to be so serious? I promise you won't deduct points! It's so annoying!" "Is the purpose of wiping the blackboard so that you won't deduct points?" The blackboard is to repay the teacher's hard work throughout the day. A clean blackboard will help the teacher be in a good mood during the next day's teaching and give students knowledge happily. How can this be done without deducting points as the bottom line? The teacher took the rag from the classmate's hand and wiped it on the blackboard himself. Although the speed is very slow, the teacher does not miss any corner. Under the light, the blackboard looks like a glittering lake, shining so brightly that it makes people blind. From then on, none of my classmates felt lazy. The blackboard is the teacher's best assistant. It can provide convenience for teachers in class, and can also help students correct their mistakes. Therefore, the memories of the black class are often mixed with the teacher's memories, and when combined, they become memories of youth. In this memory, there are successes, failures, happiness, and bitterness. However, we are like little birds. Without the sun, we will be desperate in the darkness. Without the help and care of teachers, we cannot learn how to perceive and face the world. Now, when I think back to the memory of the black class again, I am more grateful to the teacher for everything he has done for us, little birds. Make sure that what you write is in the same grade as you and in the same situation, haha! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! From the beginning of school, there is always a blackboard in front of the classroom. If we use a fast-forward lens to review the days in school, it must be that people are coming and going in front of the blackboard, and the content on the blackboard is full and empty, and empty and full. During this process, the only thing that seemed to remain unchanged was the list of students on duty written in the upper left corner of the blackboard. There is always someone who neatly writes down the three words "birth on duty", followed by several names. It is unknown how the owners of these names are feeling. At least when I was a child, I hated being a student on duty. When I saw my name being "reluctantly" written on the blackboard, I couldn't help but frown. At that time, I had little strength and it always took more than half an hour to be a student on duty. I worked hard, but the teacher always said I was "squeamish", "I must have never done anything at home" and so on. One time it was my turn to be on duty, and I had a day off at noon. After some exchanges with several other on-duty students, I decided to agree on the same approach: I don’t know if I don’t ask if I don’t do it. I happily went home for the holiday at noon. Maybe I was so happy that I forgot my holiday homework at school. On the way back to school, I felt a little uneasy: Could it be that our classroom was the only one still in a mess? I pushed open the classroom door and found our class teacher wiping the blackboard with a rag on his feet.

The teacher smiled at me naturally: "I forgot to tell the students on duty today that they have to finish their duties at noon, and everyone probably forgot about it. Anyway, I'm fine, so I just cleaned up after myself." I was stunned for a while, He nodded stupidly, then picked up the broom and cleaned the classroom with the class teacher. While cleaning and chatting, the head teacher, who usually seems quite stern, turned out to be very talkative. She is just a college student who has just graduated. She is not tall and she has to stand on tiptoes to wipe the blackboard. "It's not the first time anyway. It's quite fun to help everyone clean the classroom." The teacher didn't complain about such labor. "And you kids don't usually do housework, so you can't clean it." After that, looking at the bright classroom, I felt a sense of satisfaction in my heart. I carefully climbed onto the chair and wrote the teacher's and my names under the student on duty in the upper left corner of the blackboard. Now, I always cherish every opportunity to be a student on duty. This opportunity to do something for everyone is actually very rare. In school, there will be academic burden and fierce competition, but more of it is pure happiness, such as the happiness brought by labor. Just like the list of students on duty is just a corner of the blackboard, that memory is just a corner of the beautiful memories in school, and I cherish them all. Memories on the blackboard Xu Xiangdong posted on the blackboard, It’s not easy to say I love you. ——The colorful flags were fluttering in front of the flag-raising platform, and the July 1 blackboard newspaper competition entered the display and evaluation stage. The 12 blackboard newspapers from Class 1 of Junior High School to Class 4 of Third Year are lined up, with rich poems and prose, beautiful illustrations, and a hundred flowers blooming, which is so beautiful. The party branch secretary personally announced the results of the competition. After he read the list of third and second prizes, he paused and the boiling playground fell silent. "One winner is the first prize - Class 1 of the second year!" Wow - thunderous applause. But I forgot to applaud - a week ago, I accepted the task of participating in the July 1 blackboard newspaper competition, and I was disappointed when I returned to class. Several key players said that the competition standards were too high and that they did not have the energy or time to write such a blackboard report when they were reviewing for the final exam. Can we combine the July 1 Blackboard Competition with the review exam? In my haste, I suggested: "Our class will hold a couplet and poetry competition on July 1! The exam happens to have this content." This was unanimously supported by the Chinese teacher and the whole class! Each person writes a song, and the teacher will personally grade it! Wow! Rich manuscript sources and first-class quality! However, I lacked a unique couplet, so I asked my Chinese teacher to write one, but the ball was kicked back. He said to me: "You can help me, you write and I will correct it!" I struggled for a long time, and on the blackboard I wrote 6 couplets and asked the teacher to "appoint them", but I was rejected again: "You said that others are not good, but my own writing is not much better. I have high vision and low power!" After repeatedly reading the poems and couplets of my classmates, I had an idea. Suddenly, I finally wrote this couplet: "Old poems, new poems, and modern poems express true feelings! Folk songs, folk songs, and waterside songs sing about our Party!" The teacher happily added a horizontal line of "Ode to July 1st." Later, under the planning of the layout designer, "July 1 Ode" became the masthead, and the couplets were written vertically on both sides of the blackboard. In the middle were 24 small poems, couplets or lyrics, which were integrated and full of fun. "Please come up and give your acceptance speech, the editor-in-chief of the blackboard newspaper of Class 1, Grade 2!" The classmates on the left and right pushed me hard, and then I came back to my senses, walked quickly to the flag-raising platform, and said sincerely: "Blackboard newspaper, I love you!" A round of applause! The old things are still fresh in the memory, and the writing and writing are full of love and love on the blackboard. The blackboard is nothing more than a place for teachers to write class notes and calculation formulas. However, for me, the small world on the blackboard in my memory has connected the hearts of all the students and teachers in our class. "Eh? Who put this up?" One morning when I entered the classroom, I saw a long strip of white tape on the blackboard, separating the left side of the blackboard by about half a meter. Turning around to look at our blond and blue-eyed head teacher, I saw that she was not surprised. How strange. When I was in fourth grade, I came to Houston, USA, with my father to go to school. The head teacher is kind and beautiful, and often talks to us. When I came back from physical education class that day, I saw an extra line of words on the separated area on the blackboard: Classmates, congratulations, I'm going to have a baby! The signature at the bottom is that of the head teacher. The class suddenly became excited. The head teacher told us that she would write down the baby's "latest information" in the half-meter space so that everyone could understand his situation. From then on, it became our habit to gather in front of the blackboard and read the "news" every day. "On February 9th, I felt like it kicked me." "On March 11th, we knew she was a girl!" "On March 17th, I wanted her to have blond hair, too.

"April 22nd, her name is Sarah, sounds nice!" "... In my memory, there are new words every day in the small world on the blackboard. Whether it is the results of a hospital check-up or just the feelings of the class teacher, it is different every day, but the excitement and joy are revealed between the lines. In While reading, we shared the joy of the class teacher. "On May 8th, students, I will go home to recuperate..." This was the last message on the blackboard. Many people cried. Same thing. After the teacher left, the message stayed on the blackboard without anyone erasing it. How much we like our head teacher! After graduating from the fifth grade, I sat in the current classroom with the blackboard in front of me. But it often overlaps with the one in my memory. For me, the messages on the blackboard not only let me understand the growth of the teacher's children, but it is also a symbol that the head teacher likes us and treats our students as family members. Oh, by the way, in my memory, the message on the blackboard on May 8th still contains the second part: "Teacher loves you!" ”