Mr. Li is over sixty years old. He has retired.
He is one of my respected teachers. He taught us history when we were in junior Grade Two. Although he was old, he taught us well. He tried his best to make his lessons lively. He often told us the interesting historical stories that were not in the text books. Mr. Li usually made good preparations for the lessons and was strict with us,too. At first, I was poor in history, because I could't remember the events clearly. Mr. Li often helped me with my studies very patiently. With his help, I made great progress and caught up with my classmates. He was always very kind to every student. As an experienced teacher, he was respected and loved by all his students.
李老师已经六十多岁了,他已经退休了。
他是我最尊敬的老师之一。初中二年级的时候他教我们历史。尽管他年纪很大,但是他教得很好。他尽自己最大的努力使他的课堂生动。他经常给我们讲课本上没有的有趣的历史故事。李老师总是为课堂备好课,对我们也很严厉。起初,我的历史很差,因为我记不清历史事件。李老师经常耐心地帮助我的学习。在他的帮助下,我取得了很大的进步,并赶上了班上的同学。他对每个学生都很和蔼。作为一名有经验的老师,他收到所有学生的尊敬和爱戴。
Today we visited a in the morning, we met at the school gate and went there together The farm workers gave us a warm the head of the farm showed us around.
How glad we were to see the crops and vegetables growing noon we had a picnic lunch in the a ten minutes’ break, we had great fun singing and dancing, telling jokes(笑话) or of us even played a game of time passed we knew it,we had to say goodbye to the workers.
Many people will have an idol in their inner heart. There is one in my mind. Maybe I cannot say that she is my idol, but she is truly the person has influenced me the most. She is my mother. When I was very small, she always telling me that I need to study hard to get more chances to be educated, though I was a girl. It was her that I earned the chance to go to school. She liked reading, and sometimes she would give some books for me to read. Now, reading is one of my hobbies. She always respected my grandma, and took care of her carefully once she was sick. From her, I know the virtue of respecting the old. My mother influences my whole life. I love her.
An Unhappy Experience
Everyone has some unhappy experiences. I had a very unhappy experience between my best friend and me when I was in Grade 8. Never can I forgot the time when I prepared for my final exam. During those days, I had so much endless homework that I couldn’t finish it. In order to deal with the problem, I decided to copy my friend’s homework. But to my surprise, she refused me and gave me no reason. I felt very angry with her. After that, I had no choice but to finish it myself. Finally, I got a better score that time because lots of the questions in the exam were from the homework. I felt sorry for that and tried my best to improve our that experience, I learnt that there is no shortcut to learning, and diligence makes the winner. Meanwhile, I am proud of having a friend like her. I will learn from her.
“教师子女”!四个庄重的大字,再一次击中了我的脊背。这可是以前,从未有过的感觉……
小学的时候,我身边的教师子女总被羡慕的目光环绕着。每天在学校都能见到父母,放学了可大摇大摆走进办公室,这一切都让年幼的我莫名其妙却又无比执着地渴望着。上了初中,我因为妈妈在同校任职,成为了自己梦寐以求的人——真的,梦寐以求吗?
一次群舞比赛,我和一个朋友被要求参加。顶着中学学业的.压力还要每天高强度排练,辛苦程度可想而知,于是妈妈一个电话便推了此事,而我的朋友未能幸免。一天放学,她背起书包向舞室走去,见到我,一脸不满地说:“你有你妈可以帮你推掉,而我,什么都没有,只好每天累死累活!”看着她的身影离舞蹈室越来越近,我落寞地垂下头,如果没有妈妈,我会自己拒绝老师吗?我是因为“教师子女”,才不必受累吗?她的话语里藏着一张张愤怒不满的鲜红的标签纸,不由分说紧贴在了我身上。
一次外出交流,全年段只有两人参加,而这两个名额,不知有意还是无意,都给了教师子女,其中包括我。于是我们带着来学校交流的同学一起在班上听课,听的是课吗?
犄角旮旯里冒出琐碎纷乱的带着酸味儿的声音,比老师讲课声还大,我不敢仔细听他们说的是什么,又知道口中齿间挤出来的最多的还是那四个字,“教师子女”!我一点也不明白,我究竟做错了什么?不想让自己太累,不对吗?给自己一个了解其他的机会,不对吗?而且我在年段里可以算上优秀,心安理得地接受了这次机会,不对吗?为什么就算这样,大家还是时不时写个标签大到贴在我身上,脸上呢?一片纸加四个字,轻若无物;但几百上千片呢,我从纸堆里探出头,想着,还要承受多久?
于是,我带着一身的标签,找到妈妈。
妈妈倒是看得开,她说:“教师子女怎么会和别人完全一样呢?学校偶尔照顾一下教师子女,我认为没有关系呀!” 那这一身的标签怎么办?“想去掉它们,就以自己的努力来证明吧!让大家看到你的成绩、你的表现,以一个普通同学的身份公平竞争,大家才心服口服呀!禁得住现在的重,才有未来的轻,你不能完全去掉它们,但你能宽容它们,并做最纯粹的自己,这就够了。”
原来困扰我这么久的四个字,竟是如此简单,就如尼采的话:“谁终将声震人间,必长久深自缄默;谁终将点燃闪电,必长久如云漂泊。”我相信自己能禁得住这一切,也期待未来,我点燃那道耀眼的闪电。
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