At this moment, an angry man stood at the back door. He is wearing a silk dress, with wide trouser legs floating in the wind, and some white silver silk on his head is very dazzling. I just heard him say, "It's noon. What are you still doing? Still not practicing calligraphy? " The tone was so cold that everyone dared not go out, so they honestly took out their notebooks and practiced calligraphy. It is conceivable that the person with such prestige is our head teacher, Mr. Zuo Gang. This gentleman has profound skills and teaches well. Don't believe it? Listen:
"You have to widen the word' shoulder' to look good."
"This' Shen' should be put away, and it will look good if it is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom."
"Come, see how I write the word" god ". That apostrophe needs Lian Bi to write quickly. ……
This gentleman is not only good at this, but also very strict. Once, everyone made many mistakes in dictation. He asked us to copy the wrong words fifty times. Copy us "in the dark", grab and copy. Another time, some students didn't pay attention to the format of homework, that is, the questions were written in black pen and the answers were written in blue pen. So, I was punished for rewriting, and the homework paper is two-sided! This made the students frown and gnash their teeth. Q: Is this gentleman unkind? Yue:No. This is a degree program.
This gentleman is unsmiling in class. He often preaches with a straight face, and we can't help laughing. Especially his common sayings, such as "drag the dog to death", "have a wife at home", "dead dog" and "find a basket of vegetables", will make you laugh. And lively, entertaining!
This gentleman is quite cautious. No, last month's Mid-Autumn Festival, he missed his classmates who had no parents around him and went to his house to eat jiaozi with a few "volunteers". More than a dozen of our classmates rushed to his house and began to help. This gentleman's house is full of weapons! And there are many patterns!
First, let's peel garlic rice, and then he brought a bowl, which is also very strange. Not only was the bottom of the bowl not smooth, but it also deliberately made two marks like cat's claws. His eyes narrowed with laughter and asked, "Who knows the best way to pound garlic?" We speculated cheerfully, and some said, flatten it with a knife; Some people say that cutting with a knife; Others said, throw it directly into the bowl. He shook his head and gave us a rather mysterious wink. I saw him turn around and take a plastic bag and a flour stick, put garlic in a bag, put it in a strange bowl and beat it with a flour stick. Hehe, that's a good idea. I laughed to myself: it turned out to be for children! The gentleman asked again, "Who will smash it?" "I will do it!" Tan Kaihong takes the lead. He answered in a clear voice: "OK, you come."
"pa!" There was a crunchy sound, and the strange bowl was rotten. Tan Kaihong pushed too hard, and he said lovingly, "You! I imported this from Japan. I can tell at a glance that you don't often work from home. " The gentleman couldn't help joking and said, "Tell your father to buy one and pay for me."
We snickered and Tan smiled foolishly. Later, Teacher Zuo took a new bowl and taught Tan to smash it. This gentleman!
While eating jiaozi, I saw Liang Lu and Zhu Heng talking. I said humorously, "Don't whisper to each other." Everyone didn't respond, and Lin suddenly added: "Don't be too careful." Teacher Zuo asked meaningfully, "Lu Xun suspects Chang, what do you doubt?" Everyone present laughed, and Lin shook his head shyly. ……
After dinner, we went to Nanhu Park by bus to see lanterns. However, the bus is full. When we got there and got off the bus, a beautiful scenery appeared in front of us.
In the distance, there are colorful lights hanging on the Gao Qiao. There are two "dragons" hovering on the water, and lanterns such as "Huaguoshan" and "Swan Lake", which are very dazzling.
Teacher Zuo really sticks to his line in three words. Let's talk about how to write these scenery well. He himself said: "To write this, there should be an order, whether it is near or far, or a whole, ..."
This gentleman is even more heroic! When I got home, the car was full. We waited several times for the bus, but it was still the same. The gentleman said firmly to us, "Get on that No.8 bus." We held the crowd and moved to the car step by step. Hehe, I was almost squeezed into a meat pie. However, under the heroic promotion of this gentleman, our "revolution" succeeded! And robbed five places! On that day, we will go when we are happy and come back when we are happy.
Mm-hmm. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. Teacher Zuo Gang is a female "sir"! As for me, I call him Jun because he has the style of a general! Although Mr. Zuo Gang is famous for his steel, he is also a "hard" and "soft" person! ……
My teacher likes to laugh. She has a pair of purple glasses on her nose. She always wears simple clothes, and her shiny black hair makes people feel very knowledgeable.
But I especially like the teacher's smile, that kind of sincere smile, that kind of inspiring smile. Whenever I see the teacher's smile, my heart is always full of love in the spring, and tears keep flowing.
I always remember that in the second class of grade four, the teacher came into the classroom with a big smile on her face. When handing out the test paper, the teacher said to me, "Congratulations, you got 97 points in this Chinese exam. Go up. " She talked and laughed and touched my head affectionately. That smile is a happy smile, a loving smile. That smile is clearly the crystallization of the teacher's sweat for me day and night, and it is also the teacher's affectionate expectation. At that moment, the spring of love came to my mind, and I felt that the teacher was full of youth, much younger and sweeter.
But I can't forget the first day of senior one. When I walked timidly into the classroom, who knew the teacher was so gentle and amiable? She smiled and shouted, "We are a class group, and I will take care of you like my mother." As soon as the teacher's voice fell, he felt the warmth of maternal love. The teacher's smile is full of kindness and love for us ... She smiled and waved to me, and my timid heart finally returned to normal. I can't help sighing "real danger". From then on, I fell in love with a teacher who loves to laugh like my mother. Her smile is so happy and great. It embodies the excellent quality of this excellent teacher who cares about students. She made me live happily with my classmates and friends in class, feeling warm and a little beautiful.
Ah, teacher, your smile is so beautiful. I really want to snuggle in your arms forever and share this endless happiness with you.
Look, who is that boy with curly hair and a round face like a ball? He is my classmate-Ge Jinyi, nicknamed "Comrade Little Brother".
He is optimistic and confident, but the most important thing is that he likes to go against the teacher and is very naughty.
One day in class, while Ge Jinyi was still making a long speech, the teacher was standing beside him, watching his endless "speech". He was very angry, scolded a few words and went back to continue his lecture. Who knows that Comrade Xiao Ge "attacked" the teacher with his hand made of a gun and made a "da da da" sound in his mouth. The class burst into laughter and the class ended in laughter.
Although Ge Jinyi is sometimes naughty, she is still recognized as a "little doctor" who likes to use her brain in my class!
Whenever he encounters a difficult problem, he will think and study bit by bit and then draw a conclusion. Take Friday's math class as an example. The math teacher asked, "Xiaoming is standing on the flat ground and flying a kite." How can he use the least number of threads? " ? Why? "I will answer this question, but I won't say why. Just as I was thinking hard, Ge Jinyi raised her hand: "The kite uses the least line when the line is at right angles to the ground, because the right angle uses the shortest line." "Pa ..." There was applause in the classroom.
Look, this is my classmate-Ge Jinyi, a naughty and clever boy.
1. Life is like the sea, sometimes it is calm, sometimes it is rough, so there will be ups and downs in people's life, and it is inevitable.
There were some unexpected storms. The arrival of the storm:-The math exam is coming in the afternoon. It is blue in June of 5438+ 10, but the weather is still as dry and hot as summer, which seems to cheer for our upcoming exam. At this time, the students are concentrating on reviewing their lessons. Suddenly, my deskmate shouted, "Where's my calculator?" The voice was earth-shattering and deafening, and the eyes of urban students were focused on her, only to see her in a panic, watching everyone at a loss, as if waiting for a classmate to give her an ideal answer. I only heard the students say noisily, "Look again." "I didn't take it again!" "Will it be forgotten?" ...... "Could it be that someone borrowed it and didn't return it?" I don't know who said this sentence, but it is so loud in the crowd and full of "philosophy". "You, didn't I just lend you my computer?" She screamed at me and stared at me as if she were going to eat me in one bite. "Ah, me?" I paused and asked suspiciously, pointing to myself. I borrowed it just now, but I have already returned it. ) "It must be you!" She insisted firmly. At this time, the whole class was silent, and everyone stared at me doubtfully, as if insisting that I was the culprit. I looked helpless, but I didn't swallow this "dumb loss". I sincerely explained: "I have returned it to you." "Explain the malice of the old poem, and give it back to me quickly!" She roared. This is simply an argument. A saint has a temper. I was angry and rushed out of the classroom without saying a word. "You, you stop talking to me!" All I heard was her yelling at me angrily and fighting bullfights. In this way, none of us talked to anyone all morning, and no one wanted to talk to anyone. There is also a wide "Chu River" between our seats. Our hearts are separated by a big stone, and the "bridge of friendship" built for many years is broken. Thinking about it, my anger gradually subsided. I even have some regrets, but I didn't break the deadlock first and keep silent. But, seriously, this morning is really hard! In the afternoon, the sun scorched the earth as if laughing at us. When I came to the classroom, I was shocked. There really is a calculator on her desk! At this time, I am not angry with her, but happy for her. The original anger has already flown to the outside of the cloud nine, and the amusement is gone. Back in her seat, she said to me shyly and softly, "Sorry, it's under my book!" " "I smiled and was about to say something when the math teacher came and we all said," Come on! " "After that, we laughed again ... what an unexpected storm! It's all because of that damn book, but it's finally over. At this time, I found that the sun is so warm and bright …
2. Tears, a familiar word. But it's strange to me. It always slips out from under your eyes when you are not looking. You can't figure it out, just like the scene in the afternoon: I am a propaganda Committee member. When I first entered this class, I didn't want to be or do anything. I just want to be a civilian in peace. But my talent was praised by the propaganda Committee member-Jun. She recommended me to the class teacher as a propaganda Committee member. From then on, we completed the task together-a blackboard newspaper. With our two excellent publicity members, we always shake the lead in the evaluation of blackboard newspapers. Later, we felt that no matter whether we were serious or casual, we could still win the first place. Gradually, we become more and more lazy. Especially Yajun, ignored it. Only I, a crow who flew from a civilian to a branch and became a phoenix, was in charge. Once, at the class Committee meeting where you were absent. I said, "Teacher, you don't even come to the blackboard now." The teacher inadvertently said, "If she doesn't come out, you can let her go and replace her." After the meeting, I don't know which "big mouth" class Committee tipped off and told her what the teacher said. Who knows, after she knew the news, she came to mock me and shouted, "Hum, who do you think you are?"? How could you do that? If I hadn't recommended you as a propaganda committee member, how could you be an equal propaganda committee member with me ... "At some point, she cried. In class, the teacher saw her crying and called her out to ask her what was wrong. The moment she was called out, the students all pointed at me, stared at me and talked. I know, that's my classmate's abuse and ridicule. After a long time, I finally waited for the bell: class is over. I said to the teacher angrily, "teacher, I am not a propaganda Committee member, please replace me!" " I don't want to be the laughing stock of the whole class ... "The teacher criticized me angrily. I confidently said, "It's not my fault at all …" After school, when I get angry, I don't go home or eat. Quietly thinking on my desk, thinking, the more I think, the more sad I feel. Tears fall like bells and ring in winter ... I am very sad. Look at me like this. She cried, too. During the evening self-study, the teacher called Jun and me to the office and told us a lot calmly, which made our eyes moist. In the teacher's words, I learned to tolerate and forgive. I made up my tears with Jun. You made us quarrel, made us close, and made us realize what understanding, tolerance and forgiveness are. ...
three
During the festival, the streets are really busy, and the red banners and fat lanterns in front of the shops are so ostentatious; There are all kinds of light music and rock music in the shop. And all kinds of advertising leaflets on the street are more like legs running directly into your hands. I followed the crowd slowly, touching other people's arms and stepping on their feet from time to time.
I am happy to scan the goods in the window on both sides one by one with the flow of people. Suddenly, my foot twisted, and I looked intently. No, I stepped heavily on a beggar's foot. At this time, she was looking at me silently with dull eyes, and her lips did not move at all. In front of her was a shabby little basin, which had lost a lot of enamel and contained many coins. Pedestrians around also stopped and looked at everything in sight quietly.
I don't know what to say at the moment, but my cheeks are burning and I am full of apologies. "A beggar is pitiful enough, wandering hard in this world, but I hurt her body and mind again when thousands of people celebrated loneliness." I complain in my heart. Unconsciously, I took out my change, quickly put it in the "cornucopia" gently, then lowered my head and ran away quickly.
I was so careless. I muttered as I walked, and the original leisure for shopping was gone at this time.
Feeling uneasy and guilty, I walked back to the beggar's block. Looking at her from a distance through the gap between people coming and going, from time to time, a few reckless men like me will inadvertently step on her. Why didn't she take that poor foot back? Maybe his leg has long been out of her conscious control. After a while, there were more coins and change in the porcelain bowl in front of the beggar. The dark face is still a callous expression. At this time, my heart seems to have a little comfort.
After another visit, my mind is still on the beggar. When I went to that place again, the pedestrians were sparse and her figure disappeared. On the way home, I was thinking that under the same blue sky, life sometimes makes people really helpless and helpless. Not only sigh for the situation of the elderly, but also rejoice for their usual comfortable life.
As soon as I got on the Rainbow Bridge, I suddenly saw a beggar sitting on the sidewalk in the south. At this time, there is already a begging child with disabled legs. I approached her, bowed my head and apologized and said, "Is your foot okay? I really didn't mean it! " She looked up at me with a smile on her face. "Nothing, I can't even feel this leg." I was speechless and asked for a long time: "Who is this child?" "He is an abandoned child." She said sadly and lovingly.
Standing on the rainbow bridge, watching them struggling forward, I only feel that my eyes are blurred and my heart is rolling. I really can't answer myself, because I'm glad I'm not blamed, or because their situation is very sad, or because I'm satisfied with my comfortable life.
I lied early. After breakfast, I picked up my book and prepared to go out. Suddenly I heard my mother talking to someone eagerly outside the door. I listened and found that it was Aunt Xiaotang opposite. I just heard her say, "She just refused to recognize it if it was less than 200 yuan." "You didn't check her watch?" "I checked, and I gave her the data ..." At this moment, my mother suddenly found me behind the door. "Smelly boy, don't go to school? What time is it? " I ran away and went downstairs as soon as possible, thinking, "What are they arguing about?"
At noon, I just finished eating, and my mother went out to take out the garbage. Then the doorbell rang and I opened the door. It was Aunt Xiaotang. I knew that my mother had just gone out and was about to turn around. Suddenly, someone shouted behind her, "Tang Xiao, you're just in time. Come on, tell me clearly, where did this 130 ton of water come from? " When I saw it, it turned out to be Aunt Wang who had just moved here. Although our building has been built for seven or eight years, only four people can live in it. Except my aunt Tang's house, the other two houses have been renovated, but they have never lived. Aunt Wang Jiacai moved in three days ago. She and my sister-in-law are good friends, and I have known them since.
When Aunt Xiaotang saw Aunt Wang, she was immediately welcomed. "I said sister Wang, this water meter was copied by a man in our family yesterday, and your house has never been occupied. Although it is not clear where 150 ton came from, it has been on your watch ... ""What do you mean? Oh, will I still deny it? " Aunt didn't let her finish, but Aunt Wang cocked her head and said something. "No, no, that's not what I mean. (Explain or correct what I just said) I mean ... Hey, Sister Wan is here. There are three families in this building, which makes sense. " Hey, it's mom. "Yes, yes, Xiaowan." Aunt Wang looked at it and said anxiously, "Look, our family has only been here for two or three days, and there is so much water on the water meter. It is obvious that the watch is broken. Why do you want to deduct this money from our home? " Mom, because Aunt Wang is a friend of her sister-in-law, and she is embarrassed to stand on Aunt Xiaotang's side, the doctor is embarrassed. Aunt Xiaotang, who was outspoken, saw that things were deadlocked and forgot that Wang Shuo said to my mother, "Forget it, since this water is not yours, only our two families lived in the past, so I'd better give it to you." "What do you mean?" Aunt Wang was furious: "Although our family has no money, we don't have ...? Where did the water come from on my head? " I looked up. Hey, there's a big tide on the ceiling. Then uncle Wang upstairs ran down and said, "Son of a bitch, it's not good." The water pipe is broken. It must have been installed the day before yesterday. It has been leaking for a few days, and the floor is soaked ... "
They were speechless for a moment. You look at me, I look at you, and suddenly they run upstairs together. ...
Fan Wenyi:
stormy waves
During the festival, the streets are really busy, and the red banners and fat lanterns in front of the shops are so ostentatious; There are all kinds of light music and rock music in the shop. And all kinds of advertising leaflets on the street are more like legs running directly into your hands. I followed the crowd slowly, touching other people's arms and stepping on their feet from time to time.
I am happy to scan the goods in the window on both sides one by one with the flow of people. Suddenly, my foot twisted, and I looked intently. No, I stepped heavily on a beggar's foot. At this time, she was looking at me silently with dull eyes, and her lips did not move at all. In front of her was a shabby little basin, which had lost a lot of enamel and contained many coins. Pedestrians around also stopped and looked at everything in sight quietly.
I don't know what to say at the moment, but my cheeks are burning and I am full of apologies. "A beggar is pitiful enough, wandering hard in this world, but I hurt her body and mind again when thousands of people celebrated loneliness." I complain in my heart. Unconsciously, I took out my change, quickly put it in the "cornucopia" gently, then lowered my head and ran away quickly.
Fan Wener:
Test paper storm
Today, I curled my hair in the math exam. As I expected, I only got 84.5 points. What should I tell my mother?
When I came home from school, I was unhappy. "Hey, I'm afraid I can't escape a beating!" "I complained angrily," why don't you check it carefully during the exam? All my classmates got 100. Why can't I? " Thought of here, my heart is extremely unbalanced.
When I got home, I pretended as if nothing had happened and wondered how to tell my mother. Mom saw that I didn't say anything, so she said, "Did you hand out the math paper?" "It hasn't been sent yet!" I said guiltily, "Oh, maybe next Monday!" " Mom talks to herself.
The next Monday, my mother asked again, "It's time to hand out the test paper today!" " ! Tell me, how many points did you get? ""it hasn't arrived yet! "When I said this, I felt a little guilty." No, your math teacher is too slow to correct homework. "Mom with a grain of salt. Today just passed.
The next days are really hard! I was on tenterhooks every day and finally made it to Friday. The next day, my mother said to me happily, "I know your teacher Wang's phone number." I'll call you later to ask about your study these days! " "Bad, mom is going to call the teacher. I don't think things can be kept secret anymore. Instead of asking my mother to call for the score, I might as well tell her myself If she knows that I lied to her, she may get worse! " Yes, isn't it just being beaten? What's the big deal? Let the storm come more violently! "I comfort myself." Hey, that's my mother, not someone else's mother. She is as angry as a volcano! "I am like a deflated ball again." Forget it, stick to it! "
The weekend passed, and the first ray of sunshine in the morning ushered in Monday.
I never expected to see him like this.
He is one of my primary school classmates. Everyone said that we might not get along, and we would either quarrel or fight as soon as we met. I always say, have pity on me, a weak woman, but she conflicts with this black belt in Taekwondo all day. My leg still has the aftertaste of being kicked by him. When he graduated, he took a long breath and said, "We will never meet again." Ignoring my veins stood out suddenly and violently, turned and left.
On Sunday, when I went shopping with my parents, I saw him dressed in black. Although I have changed a lot, I recognized him at a glance, and I can't ignore the familiar feeling. When he rolled his eyes, his eyes met mine. Looked at each other for a while, then turned away again, without any fluctuation. Suddenly, I felt very sad.
Only I know best. Six years of primary school, I only remember him as the best, and I only have memories and nostalgia for him. Have I changed so much in a year that you can't recognize me? Or do I really have no weight or disgust in your memory? Very sad. We are not all haters, are we? Although we are hostile on the surface, we also have a good friendship in private.
Chaoyang Park, a place full of memories. When I was in fifth grade, the class teacher commented that there was a place where we leveled it. Do you remember? It was there that we had a wonderful past together.
I invited a group of students to play for the first time. The night before I left, my phone never stopped, and everyone could not come as if they had an appointment. It's just the two of us in the end. What shall we do? Although I am stubborn, I refuse to cancel the plan, but it is too helpless to go with you alone. I almost searched my address book that night, and I asked a classmate to go with me. The final result is that half an hour after my mother picked you up and drove us to Chaoyang Park, that classmate hasn't arrived yet, and you are almost ready to leave her. Luckily, she arrived in five minutes. That day, we all played crazy, and you almost lost your mobile phone. It was also that day that I saw your childish side and was almost fascinated.
The second time, it was completely unexpected. I suddenly received your call at the home of a brother who was very close to me. Let's go with you to see Adili, who was in the limelight at that time. I still find it amazing. It took me two years to figure out how you found his home phone number! But I can't deny that I was surprised and ecstatic when I received your call. We had a good time that time. The way you walked carefully on the tightrope and the way you ran wildly in the open space really made me unforgettable.
You see, we used to be friends, didn't we? But now you don't know me. Perhaps, we only regret passing by. I smiled and sideways left your sight.
I was so surprised by the chance encounter after parting, but we still just passed by. I am speechless.
It turns out that the so-called fate is just meeting, parting, reunion and passing by. So insipid, so fragile. A corner of my heart suddenly broke, and I realized that aestheticism was just a fairy tale I came up with. Our life, perhaps like this, is full of imperfections and unexpected blows.
It suddenly occurred to me that if I hadn't passed sideways, maybe everything would be different. If I stop, pat you on the shoulder and tentatively ask, "Master Wang?" When I looked up for you again, you had already left.
Life cannot be repeated, and no one can buy a medicine called regret. A little depressed. The vacant corner smiled and said to me, "There are some defects, and there is still hope." Yes, what I expected at first was another reunion in my life.
A passing encounter brought me a lot of things.