That scene is a very ordinary scene, but it is also an unforgettable scene for me. That day, it was drizzling, which made people feel a little cold. When I was walking in the street, I saw a woman in front with a little girl in her hand. She should be about two years old. Dressed in rags and dirty, he looked at the passing crowd with begging eyes. The child was black and thin, with his fingers in his mouth and the other hand covering his stomach. I think they haven't eaten for days. There are some onlookers around, and I can't help but stop and watch. At this moment, a little boy of six or seven years old came over and looked at them with curious eyes. I heard a woman say, "Little friend, give us some money. We haven't eaten for days. Please have pity on us! " "I looked at the little girl again. At a young age, her eyes are not as carefree as those of children of that age, but it makes people feel that they have experienced many things. Look at that woman, her eyes are full of expectation, begging for the little boy silently. The little boy felt in his pocket, took out a crumpled five-dollar bill and handed it to the lady. "Don't give it to her! "A beautiful young aunt said," she is all right. Why not find a job and beg here? " People around you began to talk about it: "Yes! It must be a lie! " "These people are so hateful, they can only pretend to be poor and gain sympathy from others! ..... "The little boy hesitated and reached back. A few minutes later, the little boy reached out his hand again and gave the woman the five yuan that had been caught by enthusiasm. Just say in a sweet voice, "I believe her!" " "Let go.

I was shocked, everyone was shocked, and everyone was surprised at what the little boy had done. His words moved me even more. I thought the little boy would put away the five dollars and go shopping by himself, but I didn't expect him to give it to the woman after all. I can see how much the little boy trusts this woman and sympathizes with her at the same time! Everyone present also gave the money to the woman, except the beautiful aunt who was still standing there just now.

It's raining harder and harder, and a gust of wind blows, which makes people feel a little cold. Looking at the little boy's distant back, I feel a little warm current pouring into my heart, which makes me warm all over. Looking back at that beautiful aunt just now, I suddenly feel that she is not very beautiful either. ...

When I got home, I recalled the scene just now and lost in thought. Although it was a common scene, it touched me and made me unforgettable.

I have lived in the school for nearly six years, and many unforgettable things have happened in the school, but what impressed me most is that the head teacher was not in the classroom during the meeting, and the scene that happened in the classroom was really ridiculous.

It was Friday and the teacher happened to be in a meeting. He wrote the words "write test paper" on the blackboard and left. I just want to finish my paper quickly, so I write at full speed. Twenty minutes after the teacher left, there was no storm in the classroom. The students are all writing papers seriously, and only the sound of "shua shua" is heard in the classroom. No one dares to look up for fear of wasting 1 sec. At this time, all the students remembered. "Time is a constant, but for diligent people, it is a variable." Is that right? I thought to myself, "When the teacher comes back, this scene will definitely bring her a surprise."

I hope not. It won't last long. The students have finished their papers and have nothing to do. Some drank some water while the teacher was away, some bored reading comic books, and some stared at the scenery outside the window. Maybe they are imagining things at this time. Others are still absorbed in reading and writing, but fortunately no one is talking. This scene didn't last long. Some students can't stand loneliness and talk about whispers, but it seems that it is still not enough for them. A student stood up and made a face, which made the students burst into laughter. It's noisy in the classroom, which worries the delegates and monitor of Chinese class in the coming year. They shouted in the classroom, "Stop talking!" Finally, it seems that there is really no way to make a few students who don't obey the discipline come forward. I looked at their anxious appearance and the indifferent expressions of my classmates. I am really upset and helpless! At this time, two class representatives and the monitor's Fuxing teacher came back.

"Have you finished your paper?" "it's over!" The teacher seems to be satisfied with the students' answers, but look at what the standing students seem to understand. "Are you breaking the discipline again?" The teacher's tone was unusually harsh. "Well, I ..." Some students once defended themselves, but they never spoke. The head teacher turned to look at most of the students, smiled with satisfaction and began to assign homework.

Alas, when the head teacher is away. ......

I crossed the tunnel of time and witnessed the vicissitudes of China for thousands of years. The plot plays back in my mind like a movie, over and over again, and I will never forget it.

"It's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar."

I still remember an old man with white hair sitting on a table surrounded by disciples. The old man's name is Kong Qiu, and later generations call him Confucius. I saw that all three thousand disciples obeyed the old man's words. Every word in the old population must be full of wisdom! Inadvertently, I heard this sentence: "It's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar." I think of Beijing in 2 1 century ... In Beijing in 2 1 century, this sentence has been lingering in my ear: "It's a pleasure to have friends from afar." Everyone practices this sentence with their own actions. At this moment, I saw a lovely little girl smiling and saying, "Welcome to Beijing." I can't forget that scene. It turns out that the old gentleman's words are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It turns out that more than 2,500 years of history can't stop the inheritance of Chinese sons and daughters' blood and thoughts. The wise saying "It's a pleasure to have friends from afar" is still a classic today. What does this inherit from us? I whispered, "It's a pleasure to have friends from afar ..."

The female monarch is on earth.

I don't know how many pages of history I turned over, and I came to the prosperous Tang Dynasty. I sneaked into the emperor's bedroom, but I accidentally found a woman sitting on the emperor's dragon chair! She is very attractive in gold.

Look at her eyes. There is an extraordinary temperament in them. He is the unparalleled Empress Wu Zetian in the history of China! When I was a child, a maid-in-waiting came to report: "Your Majesty, it's time. It's time to go to court early. " So she got up and changed her clothes, and came down to the main hall surrounded by maids and eunuchs. She sat on the dragon bed and accepted the worship of the male minister with a clear conscience. Listen to the voice "Long live my emperor, long live my emperor". A woman actually leads a prosperous dynasty. I can't forget that scene. What a legendary woman! Look at her graceful and dignified appearance. She is really a heroine among women! Who says women are inferior to men? She gave a perfect explanation. Facing this great and noble queen, I bowed deeply in the corner.

Young emperor

With the rotation of just visiting, I came to the last flourishing age in the history of China dynasty-Kanggan flourishing age. Stepping into the majestic Forbidden City, I feel everything is so brilliant and dazzling. When I came to the imperial garden, I saw the flowers in the garden smiling brightly. So I play in this beautiful garden. As time went by, night fell quietly, and I was walking back, more and more strange: why didn't the man in the yellow robe appear? Doesn't he like playing? I went to the emperor's living room. On the way, I was attracted by a dim candlelight. Who stayed up reading? I walked over curiously, only to find that it was Emperor Kangxi, a young and mature man. No eunuch came and said, "Your Majesty, it's getting late. It's time for bed. " But the emperor refused to listen. As soon as he entered the book, he enjoyed the pleasure it brought him. The Forbidden City ushered in the night, but another busy emperor traveled the world of books by candlelight. I can't forget that scene. I turned back to 2 1 century, because

I found a book "The Palace Motto of Emperor Saint Zuren" in my study and studied it carefully.

It was late at night, so I closed my book and lay in bed. When I close my eyes, the picture of history is displayed like a movie. In my sleep, I can't forget those scenes.

After the senior high school entrance examination, as soon as the students finished school, our senior two students moved into the classroom of senior three.

In Chongqing in June, the sun was blazing and the rooms were burning. The classroom of senior one and senior two is small and old, and a class of students sit in it, which is as sultry as a kiln. The classroom in Grade Three is big and new, and it is refreshing to sit in it, which is what every Grade Two student yearns for. When I got the key to the new classroom and announced to the class that I would move the classroom tomorrow, the class cheered.

Looking at this scene, as a class teacher, I, like my classmates, look forward to the bright future of my study and life in grade three.

When I got up the next day, it was cloudy and cloudy, as if it was going to rain heavily.

On arriving at school, a girl came crying and said, "Teacher, I don't want to move the classroom. None of the six students in our dormitory wants to move. "

I'm surprised that such a strange thing will happen. I am angry again and want to cry early in the morning. What should we do today? I immediately scolded her and said, "Today is a happy day. Don't look for bad luck there. "

After class, the monitor came to me with a signature that most students in the class didn't want to move the classroom. He bowed his head and said, "Teacher, everyone doesn't want to move because we have been sitting in the classroom for two years."

I'm confused. I meditated for a while, and suddenly I had an idea. Isn't this a good opportunity for emotional education for students?

I once read an article "Don't step on the snow", in which a little girl regarded her lost mother as a piece of snow. Because my mother wrote her a letter when she left, which said, "Son, my mother will never leave you. The morning light in spring, the shade in summer, the clouds in autumn and the snowflakes in winter are all changed by your mother. She will always love you. "

In order to satisfy the children's wishes, the father took the children from the south to the north to see the snow. My daughter looked at the snowflake and carefully stepped on a line of small footprints. She said to her father, "Dad, follow my footsteps and don't hurt the snow."

Yes, childlike innocence is the purest snow. When they pass by their hearts, they must be careful, and then be careful not to dirty their world and hurt their dreams.

Isn't the homesickness of not wanting to move the classroom the snow in students' hearts?

So, I made a decisive decision and told the monitor to hold a theme class meeting next class. The theme is "Old classroom, my comrades-in-arms, goodbye!"

At the beginning of the class, I came to the classroom, and the whole class sat quietly in the classroom with a serious expression.

The monitor walked on stage with a dignified look and announced the contents of the theme class meeting. The whole class applauded warmly.

She went on to say, "Students, in the face of the classroom that is about to wave goodbye and the desks and stools that we have been sitting on for two years, my heart is surging and my thoughts are flying. Two years ago, I met our most beloved teachers and close classmates here. I was elected monitor and grew into one of the top ten outstanding cadres in the school. Here, I entered English, ranked first in my math class, and won the second prize in the innovative composition contest; But here, there are also our unhappiness. It was our first time to participate in gymnastics competition, and we didn't even make it to the final. We made a mistake and refused to accept the criticism of the class teacher, so we were dismissed from the position of monitor and once sent away our beloved English teacher Hu. But students, the rough life is rich and perfect. Thanks to our classroom, it witnessed our growth. It is our comrades who have studied and lived for two years. "

The words made the students cry, and many students sobbed. The monitor's words deeply touched my heartstrings, and my tears flowed down. In the past two years, all the joys and sorrows have come to me.

Next, the vice squad leader, study committee members and classmates came to the stage one after another to tell stories about their achievements and growth. Our class 2009 10 has achieved brilliant results in this classroom: the first prize in study appraisal, the first prize in school basketball competition, the second place in the 19th sports meeting, and the first place in the third campus art festival.

The students have happy tears on their faces, and their emotions are getting higher and higher, and they are more and more reluctant to leave the classroom.

So, I went to the podium and said to my classmates: Thank you for being so affectionate and as deep as the ocean to our classroom. It is our traveling companion and comrade-in-arms. So have you ever been in love? The desks and chairs, blackboards, doors and windows and fluorescent lamps in the classroom are all family members here. Have you ever hurt them?

I use this to guide them to take care of public property.

I believe passion class doesn't want you to be like this now. You should clean it up and give it to our brothers and sisters. Then we set foot on a new journey and create new glory, which is the best reward for it.

So, we raised our right hand in the classroom and solemnly swore that we would never live up to the love of the old classroom. When we step into the sacred new classroom, we set our own grand goal, and care more for the doors, windows, tables and stools of the new classroom, because it is our future comrade-in-arms, and we will fight side by side with it to create the glory of the third grade.

The dark clouds in the sky disappeared, the classroom was successfully moved out, and there were unexpected gains.

After teaching for so many years, it is hard to meet this scene today, and I can't forget it.

For a long time, the effect of educating students to care for public property is not good, and no good solution has been found to the problem of serious damage to tables and chairs. You don't need to work hard to get it today.

I firmly believe that this year's junior three students, desks and stools in the classroom will definitely enjoy happiness, because a group of affectionate young men take good care of them.

Students' hearts are beautiful, but we don't pay attention to them. Stepping on them again and again defiled their hearts and missed too many opportunities.

Suhomlinski said: "Without emotion, morality will become dull empty talk, and only hypocrites can be cultivated." This shows how powerful emotions are.

In the afternoon, several students who usually don't care much about public property took the initiative to clean the original classroom.