Memory primary and secondary school teacher

In my memory, the teacher is hard, the teacher is tired, and the teacher is a candle, silently burning himself. They have put a lot of effort into the future of their students. From the moment I stepped onto campus, the teachers have always been with me, and among them is the teacher who I remember the most.

I remember that when I first entered the first grade, He Lao's first impression was "strict". On the first day of school, many of the students who were called children did not understand the rules, and there was a mess in the classroom. Teacher He was teaching us, and I was playing with pieces of paper with my head buried in my seat.

Suddenly, a large hand slapped on my desk. "How can you do that! "Teacher He's shout almost shook me off the bench to the ground.

I told you to write a serial number before a question! As he spoke, the big hand held my small hand that was clenching the pen and wrote the serial number in the textbook. I was scared for a long time before I looked up

Tall figure, thin face, and a serious face. Since then, I have been learning mathematics in an atmosphere of horror. Oddly enough, I got good grades in math.

Teacher He's harshness also happened to many students in the class.

"Strictness" became the business card that Teacher He handed to the whole class, but later, "strictness" became "moving". That day, Mr. He kept coughing during class, but he still kept talking, and the voice sounded heart-wrenching. The next day, the sad news came:

Teacher He is sick! For a while, anger, sadness, and shame all poured into our hearts. Yes!

I'm sorry, Mr. He, usually we are naughty, you criticize us, we still complain, and now we finally understand what is teacher's grace. You can't even take care of your own body for us.

Teachers have worked hard for most of their lives for the students, and they stand on the three-foot podium and do their best. They are tired but dutiful, tired and happy.

Mr. He, I praise you, your hard work and selflessness, and everything you have done for us.

When I was young, I regarded the teacher as an idol and felt that the teacher was doing the right thing.

Write directly in a notebook, back.

Add me. I'm telling you.

Answer, support me.

Time flowed inadvertently through the palm of my hand like a passing water, and now that I think back, I have changed two homeroom teachers before the end of my middle school years. The memories of those teachers naturally came to mind, and they have not changed to this day.

The first teacher to teach us was Mr. Bi, who I think is the most responsible teacher. The second teacher who taught us was Ms. Wang, who was also the teacher who changed me the most.

When Mr. Wang first arrived in our class, he was already ridiculed by his classmates just because of his height. Looking back now, I really feel sorry for her. She is the kind of person who has the ability to endure lead, and no matter how noisy the class is, she will not lose her temper, but just said lightly

Be quiet, everybody. ”

The first time I spoke to her up close was in the teacher's office. She sat on a stool, holding my homework book in her hand, looked at me very seriously, and told me that if I had such a learning attitude, I would probably not even be able to pass high school. Then, slowly, she stood up and carefully explained to me every mistake, and her short, thin back seemed so majestic and great at that time.

At that moment, I realized that height was no longer important, the important thing was that I had a good teacher. It's like a spring of water that nourishes my body and my soul. After a long period of testing, I finally won the first place in the class once.

Perhaps, this is nothing in the eyes of those good classmates, and it is a common thing for them, and this is an unprecedented honor for me. Holding that exam paper, I also found my own self-confidence in my heart, no matter what the road ahead will be, I will always remember the pride and pride at that time.

The second time I spoke to her up close was in the classroom. The results of the midterm exams surprised everyone, including myself. I didn't even get an average score.

A deep sense of helplessness, sadness, and amazement filled my heart. After a while, the teacher called my name on the podium, and I dragged my heavy steps, and I knew that this time for the exam, I had let everyone down. The situation is not that I am as I thought, the teacher still silently took out my exam paper and asked me which part of the exam was not done well, how I wanted to improve it, and so on.

There is no deliberate aggravation, no sharp blame, no angry feelings, but every word of instruction is enough to be remembered.

Now, after a semester with Mr. Wang, he still shuttles between the classroom and the office on time; Her steps are still swift and powerful; Her memory is still in my heart. I believe that in the future, looking back with a smile, the teacher's memory will emerge from the precipitated past, like a silent song, a wordless poem, silent, but full of love.