Now I still think about the two teachers in high school. One of them taught mathematics and the other taught Chinese. In fact, my math skills are the worst, and my Chinese language skills are half-full. But they are still deeply embedded in my memory.
My math teacher’s name is Yan Tiben. I remember him as very thin. At that time, we guessed that the depression on his face could fit two eggs. Of course, this statement was a bit exaggerated. His entire face is made up of geometric lines, giving him the features of a Greek man. But it's not the so-called handsomeness and coolness, but protruding joints. When he lectures, endless words roll out of his mouth. Sometimes he only teaches one question in a class, but there are countless solutions. It is a pity that we always ignore the first one when he explains the second one with great earnestness. All the solutions were forgotten. When he stopped, he often saw blank faces and asked us if we understood. We said no, so he would explain it again, but he still got the same answer. So we always see him helplessly picking up and putting down the empty chalk box when class is over. Unfortunately, as a young talent in mathematics teaching in the area, he teaches a group of unscrupulous disciples. No one understood his painstaking efforts. Some people even complained that he wrote too much when wiping the blackboard, and he wrote too high because he was tall, which was a waste of our energy.
For me, when he lectures, it is a wonderful time for me to sleep. When his voice comes, I sing a lullaby, so when others have memorized a few big books of notes, mine is still pitiful. A little bit. Later I realized how disadvantaged I was. In the days to come, I could no longer find such an excellent math teacher. It was only when I failed in math in the college entrance examination that I realized how much I needed a teacher like Teacher Yan. Looking back, Teacher Yan’s teaching ideas and academic spirit are rarely found. It happens to be what our quality education advocates today. Now that I am looking at his education as a teacher, it shows that his educational philosophy is forward-looking.
What impressed me deeply about Teacher Yan was his slovenly appearance. Sometimes he dives into the realm of mathematics and forgets about the outside world. Entering his small room, there were scraps of paper all over the floor. According to him, calculation is an irreplaceable happiness. Having found happiness in calculation, he naturally has no time to decorate himself, and when he marries a wife, he ends up with a sloppy wife. His clothing is unknown. I remember one time in class, he had a sock hanging on his belt, and the sock kept dangling behind his butt. During the whole class, we just stared at the sock, and no one told him about it. Some of us even kept our mouths shut. And laugh. The latter incident was recorded by a classmate in his essay, and it spread among the office and students. But this does not affect his image as an excellent teacher at all. Now that I am also a teacher, I have become more and more aware that only teachers like Teacher Yan are teaching-oriented people. He truly regarded education as a pleasure. I remember when I analyzed his name "Tiben", I thought it meant "discipline one's duty". Now it seems that his persistence and investment in education at that time were enough to confirm what his name itself hoped for.
When we talk about mathematics, we naturally think of Chinese teachers. Our teacher’s surname is Tang, and his first name is taboo because he originally taught us to omit the taboo for the time being. Teacher Tang is older than Teacher Yan, but he pays attention to grooming. I remember that when we were in high school, we didn’t have things like mousse to style our hair, but we found that Teacher Tang’s hair was not messy every day. (I later discovered that the trick is to keep applying water to achieve such an effect). She combed her hair smoothly to the back of her head, revealing a shiny forehead that symbolized wisdom. We made unreasonable speculations at that time: Teacher Tang’s wife must be more beautiful than Teacher Tang. We privately decided to characterize his head as a "scholar's" head, but unfortunately we were right. Our teacher Tang is indeed a member of the Red Society. After knowing this news, we were excited for a while, as if our worth had increased instantly. Don't they say, "Famous teachers make great disciples"? But Teacher Tang didn't buy it at all. He didn't look at us more just because we admired him.
Our essays often received a page of criticism from him. He almost competed with us in writing essays. We didn’t know which one to adopt for the N suggestions he put forward. I remember the most What is clear is that one of my favorite works was changed beyond recognition by him. It was impossible to tell which part of the article was written by me and which part was modified by him. I even suspected that my composition level in high school was not as good as that in elementary school. Are all my compositions in the form of model essays? Later, I dared not follow Teacher Tang's instructions. I copied another article based on my memory and submitted it to "Chinese Monthly", which was published soon after. I had the urge to show the published article to Teacher Tang, but I thought about it carefully and decided to forget it. His satirical power is no less than that of Lu Xun. We all have learned this. When he said, "You are a wolf in Zhongshan, you will run rampant when you get your way." Wouldn't I be asking for trouble even more? I have endured this pain until today as I write this article.
Since Teacher Tang is a member of the Red Society, he is naturally good at telling "Dream of Red Mansions". I remember that he had been talking about "Lin Daiyu Enters Jia's Mansion" for a week, but he still didn't get enough of it.
There is a plot that is deeply engraved in my mind: In order to let us visit Rongguo Mansion and Ningguo Mansion, he drew us a floor plan on the blackboard. He was short and could not reach the drawing at the beginning. Seeing him struggling, we could not wait to see him. We ran up to help him, but we knew that the more we helped, the harder it would be, so someone carried a stool to him, but he was in danger of climbing up. Alas, several classmates sighed inexplicably: For us, Teacher Tang must have Three are long and two are short, how come? Is this guy Cao Xueqin really a scammer? What do you mean by writing about so many houses? ! The sketch was finally finished, and we all breathed a sigh of relief when we saw Teacher Tang getting off the stool safely. Next, Teacher Tang started to lead us around the maze-like Rongguo Mansion. Oh my God! Someone else lamented: Why didn’t Mr. Tang engage in construction? It’s a waste of talent! At that moment, I almost suspected that Teacher Tang had been there. After class, we were still joking with each other: "Hey, where are we in Rongguo Mansion now? Do we need help?" Like Teacher Yan, Teacher Tang taught a disciple like us, which can only create sorrow for him. Like a scholar, he makes us admire him, but we can't get close to him. According to the current popularity survey, Teacher Tang's popularity index is definitely very low, probably not as high as Teacher Yan. His character determines that he cannot make himself more cute.
Both teachers are kings in their spiritual world. They are not cute, but they can make students awe. My pen is clumsy and I can only draw a rough outline, but I still love them. them, including their shortcomings.
Why do others say that my handwriting is beautiful? It's because my teacher Yu's handwriting is as beautiful as a genius! Why do others speak my Mandarin so well? It’s because the Mandarin spoken by my teacher Yu is as beautiful as a bird singing!
Let’s get to know her!
Teacher Yu is young and beautiful, not tall, with bright eyes, a small mouth as cute as a cherry, long hair, and a long skirt, as beautiful as a fairy in the sky.
Teacher Yu always has a sweet smile on her face. Whenever she walks into the classroom, I feel extremely proud, because we are lucky to have such an excellent teacher.
I really enjoy taking Teacher Yu’s Chinese class. The eloquent words always allow us to put on the wings of imagination and fly in the sky of knowledge! All the students taught by Teacher Yu are excellent.
Teacher Yu not only has strict requirements on us in study, but also cares about us meticulously in life. When I grow up, I want to be a person like Teacher Yu.
My third-grade Chinese teacher’s surname is Shen. She is of medium build, wears a pair of glasses on her nose, and looks very knowledgeable.
It was approaching the end of the semester, and the students were all spending their time intensely reviewing. "Ding Ling~~" The class started again, and Teacher Shen handed out a final review paper for us to do. I answer the questions carefully and try to avoid making careless mistakes. Everyone completed their test papers and handed them to the teacher.
In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon. Teacher Shen called me to the office and asked me to read my test paper. Ah, the essay went off topic, and a few minutes just slipped away. I thought Teacher Shen would criticize me severely, so I stood there obediently and prepared to be criticized. But on the contrary, Teacher Shen did not criticize me, but said to me sincerely: "It's not your fault for being careless, but it's not okay. As the saying goes: Sincerity is the key to success. You have to remember it well. Remember: As long as you have confidence and firm belief, and persist to the end, you will succeed and get rid of your bad habits. The teacher will forgive you this time and correct it next time..." After listening to the teacher's words to me. Teaching, my tears welled up unconsciously.
From that time on, Teacher Shen’s words echoed in my ears every time I took an exam. Before I knew it, the problem was really gone. To this day I still remember Teacher Shen’s teachings.
I am very grateful to the hard-working gardeners for giving the saplings enough water so that they can grow into big trees.
Are these enough?
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