My family is moving to a new house, and our whole family is busy. With a bang, a green wooden box fell from the cabinet. A thick layer of dust covers it, like an old man who has experienced wind and frost. I opened it carefully and a piece of paper came into view.
I still remember one night a few years ago, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, as if there was a huge fireball rolling and burning in my body. Enduring the pain, I was sent to the hospital by my parents. Dizzy, fell asleep, and woke up after a night of intravenous drip. At present, there are only milky white sheets, thick quilts and patients in the same ward, but there are no my parents!
My clinical aunt told me that my parents were busy at work and left me some food, books and medical expenses. Suddenly, he took out a piece of paper like an epiphany. When I looked at it, it said: Dear child, I'm really sorry. Your mother and I have something to do. We must eat, dress and comb our hair by ourselves ... in short, they are all words that tell me to take care of myself.
Holding the note, I looked at everything in front of me, overwhelmed and angry. Can a piece of paper get things done quickly? Is your job more important than my health? You are so inhuman! Hum! Go to work! I'll never talk to you again! At this moment, my aunt handed me a big red apple. I tasted a few mouthfuls, but I felt bitter and unbearable.
The morning time flies, and the emotion brought by this note haunts me like a devil. The fireball in my heart has been burning violently.
After lunch, I sat in the hospital bed, and the baby opposite me was giggling. Maybe his happy mood is out of place with me, maybe his moving expression touched me, and I stared at him intently. His mother was going to work, and she leaned down as a child to wipe her mouth and say goodbye to the child with a smile. The child still smiled stupidly and answered vaguely loudly: "See you later (goodbye, mom)."
I came to my senses and recalled the scene just now. I am angry that such a young child can face loneliness calmly. Gradually, I seem to understand my parents. Their hard work is for their families and for the prosperity and stability of the big family of the motherland. What's more, I am also surrounded by my parents' love, but it is condensed on that little note, and every word is the condensation of love.
I seem to have grown a lot since then. I took the wooden box in my hand, gently brushed the dust off it and put the note in. I will cherish this note, which bears witness to my love and feelings.
a piece of paper
On the morning of May 19, the fourth class has been about ten minutes. According to my habit of going to the classroom once every class, I went outside the classroom to check the class discipline and study.
I went to the back window and saw a girl in the back row of the second group, Li, looking down at a piece of paper in her hand, looking intently. At this moment, the English teacher is talking about the class enthusiastically. After reading it, Li Yu turned her head to the right, handed the note to Chen Xing in the third group across the aisle, and asked Chen Xing to hand it to Yang Qi next to her. [Garbage] I looked up and saw me outside the window, and I was at a loss. I failed, and I failed. As soon as I waved, Chen Xing took out the note and gave it to me.
I unfolded the note and saw it written on the title page of the Safety Education Reader. The content is roughly as follows:
1, the English teacher made us stand and let us copy words, the students on duty would write us down and the class teacher would criticize us.
2. it doesn't matter. Today is Wang Han's duty. She won't remember. The teacher is a scumbag and hates it.
Other students in the class will say that we are disgusting after class. I really want to change classes. Seeing the teacher makes me sick. I value the good and despise the bad.
4. What's strange! That's it. That's what teachers do. I remember my classmates on duty, but I can't stay after school and be corrected by the class teacher.
When I get home this week, I will tell my dad to change shifts. ...
I was angry and annoyed after reading this note. Two girls didn't listen carefully in class and wrote these filthy things. Looking at the classroom, Li and Yang were flushed and embarrassed. As soon as I thought that the teacher was in class, I went to the office to be quiet first.
After lunch, I looked at the cleanliness of the clean area and then walked to the classroom. Far away, I saw Li and Yang already waiting at the door of the classroom. When he saw me coming, he immediately stepped forward and said to me in shame, "Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, but our note says primary school teacher, not scold you." This is a letter of criticism written by us. "Say that finish, handed me his self-criticism letter. I think it's very active to admit mistakes. After receiving the criticism letter, I glanced at it, and the content was roughly the same as what they just said. I knew they were lying, but I didn't expose them on the spot. I took them to the cedar house in front of the teaching building and said sternly, "Who said anything about changing shifts? ""I "said Li Yu." Well, when I come back from school on Friday, I'll make it clear to my parents and transfer after next Monday. Although Yang Qi didn't say that he wanted to change shifts, he also showed his boredom with our class and changed shifts. " "Teacher, what we said at that time was angry words, and there was no shift. "They both cried." Stop it, go down and reflect, and talk about it after next week. "
On Monday morning, I called them out to ask about the situation. They all said that they didn't bring a letter to their parents because they didn't want their parents to feel sad after knowing it, and repeatedly reviewed their mistakes. They just said angry words at that time. Because we didn't finish the study task, the teacher punished us for copying words, which is strict and good for us. At the same time, I also feel that this class has a strong learning atmosphere and is determined not to transfer classes. I also asked the teacher not to let the students know the contents of the note, otherwise, it would be difficult for them to gain a foothold in the class. Looking at their sad faces, I knew that the fire was almost over, so I seriously said to them, "Learning is your own business, and your destiny depends on yourself. Teachers face 50 or 60 people in the class, and sometimes they may not do well in some places. You can reflect your opinions through weekly notes, letters or direct communication with teachers, and teachers will accept your correct suggestions with an open mind. Uploading notes in class to vent dissatisfaction with teachers not only delays learning, but also has a bad influence. This way is not good. Believe the teacher, no matter how to educate and teach you, it is good for you. I hope you don't waste time and learn something! "
After hearing this, the two men nodded gratefully and said, "Teacher, we were wrong. We must study hard in the future and strive for good results in the final exam. " I also hope that the teacher will keep the contents of the note confidential. ""I said, "OK, I won't reveal the content. We'll see your performance at the end of the term. ""all right.
It is certainly wrong for students to take notes in class. But sitting down and seriously reflecting on our teacher's behavior may have hurt students' hearts intentionally or unintentionally in the usual education and teaching, hit their enthusiasm for learning, and even have hatred for the teacher.
Educating students has a long way to go. I'm glad I didn't take drastic measures in this matter: I asked my parents and the whole class to make a review and verbally attack my English teacher. But give them a cold treatment first, give them a time to reflect, and talk about it later. This not only educates students, makes them realize their mistakes, but also protects their nervous and fragile hearts. There is no panacea for educating students to deal with emergencies, but as long as we educators have a heart and care for them from the perspective of students, I believe the flowers we cultivate will bloom more brightly and beautifully!
A small piece of paper
2011-01-kloc-0/7 05: 35: 00 Source: Quanzhou Evening News (Quanzhou) posted 0 mobile phones to watch the news.
When I first moved into my new house, I was not familiar with the surrounding environment, except that an old lady lived across the hall. I heard that all the children of the old lady are working in other places.
When I went to work that morning, I met the old lady who went downstairs in the corridor. She is over seventy years old and it is difficult to walk. I stopped and said, "Can I help you?"
She waved at me without expression.
In recent days, I have seen a piece of paper under the door of the old lady's house across the hall every morning. At first I thought who inserted the advertisement, but I didn't pay attention, but I thought, if it's an advertisement, why isn't it on our door? Later, I found out that the note was stuffed on the door by a woman who lived upstairs from the old lady. I took out the note curiously and saw that there was no word on it. Strange, what medicine does this woman sell in the gourd?
I came back from work on Friday night and just arrived at the entrance of the building when I heard a knock at the door. I took a few steps upstairs and saw the hostess upstairs patting the door of the old lady's house.
"Why do you knock so hard?" I asked loudly.
She was shocked by me and turned back and said, "Little brother, the old lady may be ill. I knocked on the door for a long time, and nothing happened. "
"That's not at home." I said disapprovingly.
"No," she said, "the note I put this morning is still there, and it hasn't changed at all, which means she hasn't been out."
It turns out that the hostess's husband is a doctor. He found that the old lady was in poor health recently, so he asked her to pay attention. But the old lady is withdrawn, and the hostess can't communicate with her directly. Seeing that the old lady went downstairs to buy food at noon every day, she came up with a way to stick a note at the door.
Looking at the note under the door, I suddenly paid tribute to the hostess in front of me and worried about the old lady.
I hurried to the neighborhood Committee and asked someone to unlock the door of the old lady's house. After entering the room, we were shocked: I saw the old lady curled up in bed, unconscious ... Later, after rescue, the old lady was out of danger.
A small note contains a lot of affection and care.