Every day will have a different heart, every day will have a different mind, there are happy and sad, I am no exception.
One thing in my memory kept rolling, want to recall seems to take a lot of time, but there is one thing, never forget it.
My mother said that when I was a child, I was a very simple girl, and I was very timid, cowardly, and easy to be bullied. Even when I first came to an unfamiliar environment, I would pretend to be strong, but gradually I changed back to the original.
Yes! Like in fourth grade.
That day, Jiawei claimed that the sticker for her sweetheart was missing, and we girls were helping her find it. I also look for very hard, because for me at that time, what a beautiful sticker it was! Japanese animation characters, and excellent painting, the price is not cheap, this is more enviable. Once Jiawei took out the sticker several times to show off, I always looked at it, and my heart was full of love and expectation, just like a child's mood of taking a fancy to a set of toys but not being able to buy them.
I'm also worried about Jiawei. In a side class, I passed him a small note. &Lsquo; did you find the sticker? &"No, Dong Jiawei insists that I stole it, just because I like it and want it.
When I saw his answer, I was shocked and aggrieved. Maybe it's because of timidity, maybe it's because of lack of aura, but I dare not say that I didn't steal it.
When she told me to pay for her sticker, I could only promise.
But he asked me to compensate him before school tomorrow, and put off one day to add a bag? Maybe it's because of my character. I'm more passive. I have no choice but to agree.
I asked Li Xin because she knew where to buy the stickers, but she said it would take a long time to buy them.
At that moment, I was anxious like an ant on a hot pot: what should I do? How many pieces should I give her? I don't have that much money. But I never thought that I didn't steal her sticker.
Ah, I have no choice but to tell my mother. At home, in front of my family, I dare to say that I didn't do it.
Yeah, I didn't do it. I really didn't do it.
Later, the misunderstanding was relieved, and my mother also told me that if I didn't do anything, I would admit it with a clear conscience, because I have nothing to be afraid of.
This time the event, I like a caterpillar, gradually broken cocoon into a butterfly.
It may always be on my mind, because it makes me brave. Little things through the heart window in my mind, teacher de Mei 2000 words, deep at night, surrounded by a dark, as if people all over the world have entered a sweet dream. The bright moon emits silver light, the water is rippling, the microwave is sparkling, the light is like a diamond in the bottom of the water, it is so beautiful, it is so radiant. Fireflies flying in the air, emitting a light green shimmer, like the little stars in the night sky, beautiful and quiet. However, the singing of crickets breaks the silence around, but adds the taste and beautiful breath of the night, making people feel relaxed and happy. The light breeze was blowing gently, and the leaves rustled slightly. The moon, lake water, fireflies, crickets and the lush purple orchid, carrying the faint fragrance of flowers and dreams, entered the room full of hope. In such a beautiful night, the dark yellow light seems to become the embellishment of the painting. The girl's shoulders are loaded with children's precious dreams and hopes. Under the dim light, the words full of childishness, firmness and innocence, express every child's new world. However, the one with such a heavy task is her - our teacher.
A teacher's life is full of responsibilities. She is not only to guide the children's way and help them realize their dreams. She needs to convey her life-long knowledge, insights, experiences and lessons, as well as the moral concept of being a person, to every generation of children, word for word. However, as a student, do we know the teacher as a teacher? How ever did we know the bitterness behind the teacher; how ever did we know the teacher's most brilliant smile; how ever did we know the teacher's real character, the teacher's beauty, the teacher's humor and the teacher's wish & hellip; & hellip;
There are many kinds of beauty, the beauty of appearance, the beauty of soul, and the beauty of morality. We have no unified specimen of moral and spiritual beauty. But the main thing is: to understand a person's soul and moral character, not to blindly use the concept that sacrifice is beauty to treat and evaluate a person. Even a clean smile, clumsy action or a short word can feel the warmth of the world and the love between people.
In our school, there is a famous old man, who is over 60 years old and deified. His face was wrinkled and he had soft silver hair. He was always wearing a black coat and brown trousers with a few holes, carrying a large gray bag, swaggering around our school with a proud face. We don't know where he came from or how he came in. We only know that as long as he comes, the headmaster, teachers and students will have a fight with him. Although it's a fight, the old man doesn't pay much attention to it. He only insisted on his own way, and what he saw was what he wanted to do, as if he was the only one in the world.
That day, we were listening to the devil in her Chinese class. She herself can speak heaven and earth, call the wind and rain, and indulge herself in the sentences in the article. But we, however, cry for heaven and earth, pray for God to worship Buddha, looking forward to the end of class soon. The result is not only crying, while lazily listening to the devil talking about her lesson. When we are in agony, the noise outside the door brings the devil Euler back to the real world. Her eyes were wide open at that time. It seemed that the house she built with money was burnt out by a fire. At this time, like a robot, she went to the door disadvantageously. As soon as she opened the door, the proud grandfather came face to face. If the devil hadn't woken up in an instant, I think they would have built a tall building. We also heard clearly that the teacher in the next class was spitting at the old man angrily. It's all about scolding him for interrupting her class, hindering her students' study and letting him go quickly. However, the students in the next class said the same thing with a look of disgust. Suddenly I thought, they are really a class, like mother and son, all the same. However, as if nothing had happened, grandfather swaggered into our classroom. Then we walked back and forth around us. When we saw the plastic bottle, our eyes were on fire, staring at it tightly. Then we quickly put it into his big gray bag and took it for ourselves. Although a classmate murmured that he had not finished drinking, he did not care at all. No matter where he saw his favorite thing, he would ignore everything to get it. After a while, he wiped out all the plastic bottles. Just as he was ready to leave with satisfaction, the devil's action really surprised us. She took out a bottle of mineral water and more than half of it from her bag, drank it up with great speed, then belched a long time, and finally handed the plastic bottle to her grandfather. 'let's give all our useless plastic bottles to this old man. 'she said with a smile we had never seen before. It's so pure and charming. We were all surprised. Is that really the devil teacher? That fierce and long gas, always with a hate the face of the world's creatures devil o, unexpectedly has such a sweet smile, and she is such a kind person? After a pause, I took out some plastic bottles from the drawer and gently put them into my grandfather's bag. Other students saw it and took out the bottles one after another. Seeing such a scene, my grandfather seems to be quite different from before. His arrogant and defiant face has disappeared, but there is a warm and kind face with shyness in it. Devil o saw such a scene, satisfied with a smile, and then nodded to the grandfather. Grandfather also nodded implicitly, and then walked out of the classroom a little shyly. Since this matter, we gradually, no longer call teacher Ou devil ou, and we have also developed a good habit - garbage sorting. In order to help the old man, we collect bottles for him with our teacher every day. But from that day on, my grandfather never came to our school again. Teacher Ou was even more uneasy. Finally, with great difficulty, she invited her grandfather over. It turns out that since the last time, the grandfather has realized his mistake and felt that he should not disturb a class of good children and teachers to roam the sea of knowledge in the classroom. But teacher Ou said: 'if you really don't want to disturb our class, please come to our classroom and take away the bottle. The bottles we collected for you are full of the mood of wanting to see you smile. "At this time, my grandfather seemed to be moved by teacher Ou's words, and there was an unknown liquid in his eyes.
Just a few months later, my grandfather disappeared again. I can see that teacher Ou is absent-minded during this period. She said: she took the old man as her father. For such an old man, there is no love from his family, nor from the society. At his age, he could have enjoyed his family in his lifetime, but he was forced to suffer a lot and make a living by picking up bottles. Seeing such an old man who is used to being treated with indifference, why don't you make me heartache. We were all deeply moved by this. However, soon after, the news came that the grandfather had died to save a drowning student. Hearing such a news, we were all shocked, but we were filled with grief. The teacher was even more surprised, and she had already turned pale and lifeless. A few days later, she finally couldn't help but led us to the memorial ceremony. I still remember the rainy day, the rain wet the teacher's hair and face already full of tears. In fact, tears and rain have long been indistinguishable, but the tears flowing in my heart, is so hot, is so crystal clear. We all know that they are tears of heartache, tears of awe, tears of pain he suffered and tears of not giving up to him. But we and teacher Ou believe that since the day we helped the old man, the ice on his body has already been melted and turned into a river, moistening everything and supporting an oasis.
Teacher ou, although she has never done anything great, her pure heart, kind heart and clean heart flow into people's hearts like a warm current, making people feel the warmth of the world and the harmony between people