Narrative essay on likes 600 words

One day, in the midst of a bustling crowd in the bustling city, the head of the university's department cautiously pushed a dilapidated bicycle past me. When he retired, he was still dressed in the same old clothes, which was unfashionable and simple, and he looked much older. I hurriedly stepped forward and said hello

Hello Teacher! The old professor obviously couldn't remember who I was, but when he shook my hand and said goodbye, he said very sincerely: "Thank you!"

It was as if no one had greeted him in a long time.

Looking at his fading back, and reminiscing about the deeply unsettling "thank you", my heart passed through a burst of indescribable sadness. I know that in these years, the melody of "Hello, Teacher" is like a "swan song" like a morning star in the impetuous time and space.

In the eyes of some people, teachers are associated with the word "shabby". The reason why the respected old professor was grateful to me, and expressed his heartfelt surprise, excitement, and relief at my very ordinary greeting, was that he was deeply surprised that I could greet him reverently in public.

The lack of well-dressed image of the teaching staff and the lack of a good sense of self among teachers are self-evident in the hustle and bustle of the world. Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the phenomenon that everyone respected and trusted the teacher that was common when I was a child seems to be no longer beautiful. This may be the resonance between the old professor and me.

In the face of the fact that the halo of "knowledge is power" will be replaced by "money is omnipotent", in the face of the embarrassing status quo in which the glory of ideals gives way to realism, and in the face of the strong contrast between the hero complex in textbooks and the increasingly serious selfishness of society at the beginning of reality, how can a teacher not be confused and panic?

Teachers need care, teachers need love. As an old teacher, neither I nor the old professor need too many material rewards, all we need is a sincere greeting from the depths of our hearts: "Hello, teacher! ”

Yu Dafu said in commemoration of Lu Xun: "A nation without great people is a group of poor creatures; A nation with great men and no respect is a slave state without hope. "Well, then, I will also say:

If a nation does not respect knowledge and blindly pursues money, it will inevitably lose a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for development. ”

The old professor's anxious gaze pierced my nerves like an arrow, and let the younger one know how heavy the burden I was carrying. I firmly believe that there is a long way to go, and the engineers of the human soul in the most brilliant posts under the sun should be like Fan Yongjie, a good student of the old professor and a good classmate of mine, to be loyal to the party's educational cause, get rid of troubles, get out of panic, and pass on the torch of ideals in the great cause of building the "conscience project". Only in that way will we make the garden of the motherland more beautiful and "delicate" without regrets, and let the voice of "Hello, Teacher" echo forever in every corner of the Chinese land.

In the journey of life, there are many unpredictable tribulations and setbacks, praise for yourself, will make you cross the fence one by one, then you will be surprised to find that it is solid, and it is not difficult to overcome these difficulties one by one...

I remember that it was a Sunday, and in order to have fun with my classmates, I hastily finished writing the math paper, and was about to put the paper in my school bag, but my mother intercepted me.

Let me check your papers, so I don't have to think about it tomorrow! ”

I thought back to how I finished the paper in a hurry, and if I had asked my mother to check it, it would have been... Appalling!

Mom, you're so tired today, don't check! Tomorrow! I squeaked my teeth, rolled my eyes, and said to my mother with a smile on my face.

But my mother is still "obsessed". My smile froze on my face, and I had to tremble and hand the roll to my mother. Mom took the paper and examined it intently. I was like a little mouse, creeping on tiptoe to prepare to "take refuge" in the living room.

The result can be imagined. I was like a gray kitten, "caught" by my mother, and "snorted" with my head and face. I cry out for misery, alas!

I know all these questions at school, why won't I be able to do it when I get home? I'm even more wronged than Dou E! It's March, so why isn't it snowing?

I thought to myself, dejectedly.

I had no choice but to sit at my desk and take a long breath to change my homework, and I praised myself in my heart: "Don't worry, calm down, you will definitely do better!" "After a while, the wrong question should be finished, but after finishing the homework, I looked up at the watch, wow!

No way? It takes longer to correct mistakes than it takes to write!

After playing anywhere, every time I wrote my homework, I praised myself: "Don't worry, be serious Sun Zeweier, I'm the best!" "The day before yesterday, my mother didn't check my homework, but I got a fritter and two eggs (100), in class, the teacher praised me, even I was surprised, huh?

You'll do better! I also praised myself in my heart: "Actually, I am very serious!

I'm great! "Praise for yourself will make you stand tall in the face of setbacks and let it fail in front of you. Kudos yourself and it will inspire you to surpass yourself on the road of life!