With all her love, Miss Wang nurtured us carefully, not only imparting knowledge to us, but also teaching us how to be a man, which ignited the spark of ideals for us.
I remember the first class in the third grade-distributing books. The new book arrived and the classroom was full of joy. I was sitting in the front row. The new book has come, and I am so happy that I can't wait to get it at once. So, I can't wait to pick it up, put a brand-new and clean book into my schoolbag, and pass it around after a little wear.
My actions were captured by Mr. Wang's keen eyes. There is a trace of sadness on her kind face. "Bell ..." After class, Miss Wang came up to me and said seriously, "Come to the office." I walked to the office in fear and trembling. As I walked, I thought: I will be criticized on the first day of class. Isn't it just a class ... I muttered to myself and walked into the classroom. Teacher Wang smiled and asked, "Is your name Zhao Yan?" I nodded and thought: I already knew my name on the first day of my succession, which shows that this teacher is too "powerful". I can't help but admire my teacher. She added, "Please look up the explanations of the words' put yourself before others' and' selfish' and understand their meanings. I will test you tomorrow! " I nodded, glad that the teacher didn't find it just now, and a big stone hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground.
When I got home, I knew the explanation of these two idioms like the back of my hand. The day after the first class, I was called to the office again. Teacher Wang asked seriously, "Did you understand the two words you recited yesterday?" "'putting others before yourself' means that no matter what you do, you must first think of the interests of others. Selfishness' is very selfish, and no matter what you do, you only plan for personal interests. " Teacher Wang nodded and smiled and said, "Well, I know this sentence by heart. How can I relate them to my own actions? " "I, I ..." I had nothing to say, my face flushed and I bowed my head in shame. Then Teacher Wang told me the story of Kong Rong letting pears. Kong Rong is the youngest child in the family. His father took out a plate of pears for everyone. Kong Rong takes first, and Kong Rong takes the smallest. Father asked him, "why did you take the smallest one?" "Kong Rong said," I want to eat small food when I am young. I want to put my ancestors before myself. " Teacher Wang told me earnestly, "If everyone thinks about themselves and everything, how can we show the superiority of our big socialist family?"? "? Selfish' may be harmful! "Teacher Wang's words are an inspiration to me. Yes! I took the new book intact, clean and flat. Who gave it to the slightly shabby book? Look at Kong Rong. Compared with himself, it is a drop in the bucket. So I sincerely said to the teacher, "Teacher, I was wrong. I must get rid of the bad habit of selfishness. " The teacher nodded and smiled with satisfaction, and his sad face relaxed.
"Bell ..." The bell rang, and I walked out of the office with relief, but my ears still echoed with the teacher's advice, teacher! We are like trees, and we need your careful cultivation at any time. How can I thank you for always correcting my tilted torso and laying a solid foundation for our growth? Miss Wang!
It's late at night, I'm still sitting by the window alone, looking at the night sky thoughtfully, which often causes me to daydream about the scenery.
Now, I'm not interested at all. I think of teacher Shi's smiling face. When I raised my pen, the tip of the pen jumped on the paper. I was inspired to write today's composition-"Praise my teacher".
Teacher Shi's vision is commendable. These bright eyes seem to speak. Look!
With the short and urgent bell, Teacher Shi came into the classroom. She had just taken two steps when she stopped. Her eyes seemed to be staring at something on the ground and her brow wrinkled. I craned my neck to look at it curiously. Hey, isn't that crushed chalk? Too bad, today is my duty student, but I didn't notice this striking white dot. I can't help lowering my head and waiting for the teacher's criticism. I saw the teacher walking to the corner with the watch of the duty student, and his eyes suddenly fell on me. Like an electric shock, I hung my head lower and my face burned. To my surprise, Teacher Shi didn't reprimand him severely. I just scanned the class with incomprehensible eyes, as if I wanted to find something from my classmates' faces. The classroom is surprisingly quiet. This silence was deadlocked for a minute.
"Silence is better than sound", and Shi's deep eyes made me realize the rich connotation of the word teacher. The teacher's silence sounded the alarm for me: do my job well.
At all times, from astronomy to geography, she can talk about Kan Kan; From Confucius, to Lu Xun, to Lenin, Marxism, and even today's pop music, Mr. Shi can talk about Kan Kan. Really convinced her unique eloquence. She is eloquent not only in class, but also after class. Sometimes, I really think she is more like our big friend.
Teacher Shi's unique teaching method is commendable.
Since she took over our class, our composition scores have blossomed like sesame seeds-higher and higher. But if you want to say that the teacher has too much homework, that's wrong. Teachers never ask us to memorize new words, vocabulary and basic knowledge. Her slogan is: "quality, not quantity." Of course we yell; "Long live understanding."
Under the leadership of Mr. Shi, the Chinese score of our class has climbed from the penultimate one in that year, which is really thanks to Mr. Shi. I remember a song that said, "When I grow up, I will become you, only to know that the chalk drew a rainbow and shed sweat drops ..."
The song undulates in the night sky. The night deepened, and a cold wind pulled me back to my thoughts. Some people say that teachers are like gardeners, working hard to cultivate the future flowers of the motherland. But I think the teacher is more like the spring rain of fame and fortune in Du Pu's poem "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"-"Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently"