What happened to me and the Chinese teacher, what happened to me and the language

I was more impressed by the sixth-grade Chinese teacher, who taught me to sing, which made my life more memories, and she also taught me a dance, the only dance I have danced in my life so far. I think that even in my old age, I will never forget this teacher.

Language has penetrated into our lives in all aspects, and there are more ways to learn Chinese. It just so happened that we had just received the teachings of Master Confucius: "Those who know are not as good as those who are good, and those who are good are not as good as those who are happy".

On that crisp autumn day in September, I entered the first grade and started my elementary school years. At that time, I was young and ignorant, thinking that all subjects were simple, and I got my first 100 points in my life by studying hard.

With excitement and anxiety, I was in the second grade, and the burden of studying was a little heavier, and at this time my biggest enemy gradually became a type, that is, carelessness. But I didn't realize that every time I took the exam, I didn't make big mistakes, and I kept making small mistakes. But I still don't care, I think I'm just playing abnormally, as long as I study hard, I'm not worried at all.

Since then, my Chinese grades have been very bad, but I like to read very much.

From the book, I read the fragrance of ink, read the true meaning, read the silk and bamboo entanglement, and wear the ring Ding Dong. The book accompanies me, whose heart is as calm as water, looking through the autumn water, and tasting the meticulousness and delicacy of life in the passing years.

In the time of contact with the teacher, it is like a bright sky; Everything that happened was like a little star twinkling and blinking. Among them, there is one star that shines the most:

That happened when I was in first grade. One day at noon, I went home for dinner. On the way, I felt sick to my stomach, and then I stumbled home, and I couldn't even eat, and my mother saw that my stomach hurt so much, so she quickly carried me to the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, it was already 2 o'clock, plus **, seeing a doctor, and taking medicine were all half past three, and school was already out. I thought, "It's over, I don't know my homework yet, how should I turn it in tomorrow!"

Besides, I didn't ask the teacher for leave, so what should I do? "When I got home, I wanted to call ** to ask my classmates, but ** couldn't find it again, hey, it's all because I'm usually too lost.

Tomorrow morning, I arrived at school with a sense of trepidation. In the second class, the teacher said that there would be a face-to-face review, and whoever called the name would come up with the homework. I think:

When it's over, I'm going to be criticized. "More and more people were called, and it was already the classmate in front of me, and I closed my eyes, held my breath, and waited for my name to be called. 3 minutes passed, the teacher did not speak, 5 minutes passed, and the teacher finally spoke:

Come up, classmates! "Ah, it's not me, isn't it ......

After class, I gently walked into the teacher's office and explained to the teacher the reason for not handing in the homework and not asking for leave, and the teacher said to me amiably: "It's okay, the reason why the teacher didn't call you in the interview is because I know that you will take the initiative to admit your mistakes to me, right?" "Yes," I replied.

But don't forget to ask for leave if you get sick in the future! "Okay, teacher, I know, thank you, teacher. "At noon, the teacher used the break to make up for the class I missed yesterday.

At that moment, I listened very carefully and carefully, and at that time, I saw that the teacher was not as strict as usual, but became more gentle.

Although it was a small matter, it left a deep impression on my heart. The teacher is like a diligent gardener who nurtures us seedlings, and the teacher gives us too much. I will remember everything the teacher said, and I will always remember the tolerance that the teacher gave me.

This kind of thing should not happen well, regret it for life.