My dearest person is my mother. She is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. She has long black hair and wears a pair of myopic glasses on the bridge of her nose. Although she is not a big beauty, she can still be called very beautiful. Especially when she put on lipstick, rouge, put on a yellow shirt, paired with a bright plaid skirt, and smiled, she really looked like a fairy falling from the sky, fresh and refined, stunning!
My mother is very kind. Every time I taste the food cooked by my mother, I always feel it is particularly sweet and delicious, because her love and care are infused into her food, which makes me eat it with relish. It's getting cold, and my mother always tells me to wear more clothes and not catch a cold. She was meticulous in doing housework: as long as she cleaned the room, it would immediately be bright and spotless, making people sleep in it as if they were in a peach blossom garden. Every time I go out, she repeatedly tells me: "Pay attention to traffic safety, don't run red lights, don't play on the road. After class, go home directly."
I encountered difficulties with my homework, my mother They would take the trouble to teach me and didn’t stop until I understood everything, so my grades in school were pretty good. This was all due to my mother! During holidays, my mother always liked to take me on outings, outings or trips. We leave our happy footprints in nature!
When I was a child, my mother was very good at reading. She often came first in exams and even ranked first in college graduation. That’s amazing! I wish I could be like my mother in the future. My mother now teaches English in a middle school, and she often urges me to learn English. What I love most is listening to my mother speak English. Her cadence and precise words are better than what Americans speak! Besides English, my mother’s best talent is painting. Every painting is lifelike and lifelike. If my art work is modified by my mother, it will definitely enter the finals or even win a prize! However, my mother always refuses to do it for me. She wants me to do everything by myself, do my own homework, and draw my own pictures, with my mother only guiding me. She is quite insistent on this, so I know that my mother is a very principled person.
I hope that my mother will always be young, beautiful and youthful, bring more laughter and happiness to the family, enlighten my wisdom, cultivate my character, and enable me to grow up healthily. Mom! My dearest mother! I want to fall deeply into your arms and tell you that I am forever grateful to you!
"Tall" classmates
As if just yesterday, We were still in the first grade class listening to the teacher with our eyes wide open. And these six years have passed by in a blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, we have separated and come to our own new world - middle school. And in these six years, how many ups and downs have we experienced? As the saying goes, "When one party is in trouble, support from all directions" is true. Every classmate has his or her close friend, and she is my friend.
To be honest, she looks fat, with dark skin and chubby little hands. She looks silly, but through her eyes, she can see the light of wisdom. We affectionately call her "Mengmeng"
Mengmeng loves to help others. There was a famine in Guizhou, and people were like ants on a hot pot—turning around. Our school mobilizes us to donate things to them, it doesn’t matter more or less. When I heard the news, the whole class was excited and everyone was discussing it enthusiastically. The next day, we came to school with bare hands, and we had forgotten all about it. Only Mengmeng walked over panting with a large box of things in her arms. The classmates looked at it and were in an uproar. She put her things on the ground, and they suddenly piled up into a hill, forming a "scenic spot" with clothes, schoolbags, books, money? Even her brand new pencil bag was in it. I thought to myself: What are you doing with so many things? Can't you just grab something? Thinking about it, I walked up to her and asked puzzledly: "Why are you bringing so many things? Can't you just find something for business? You brought your newly bought pencil bag, are you willing to give it up?" I asked her a series of questions. But she said easily: "This is what we should do and the only thing we can do. Are you willing to watch the Chinese compatriots suffer? Although this thing is small, it can represent my heart. Only in this way can we If one side is in trouble, help from all sides!" I was deeply moved by her words. I felt that she was so tall and I was so short.
Mengmeng is such a person, no matter how much he has, he always has to dedicate, dedicate?
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When I woke up in the morning, the sun was already high, shining through the mosquito net and hitting my body, making me feel very hot. In fact, I woke up from the sun.
Last night, it was my father's turn to keep vigil. My father likes to take me with him to the village's Shaiguping vigil. When my father got up in the morning, he saw that I was sleeping soundly and went back without calling me. While I was still thinking about getting up, my father had already finished the housework and came to collect things. When he saw that I was awake, he told me that this morning, Teacher Tang went to Shiqi Town early in the morning and passed by Shaiguping. He talked to him for a long time. My father also deliberately mentioned that Teacher Tang came to tell him about my affairs in school on purpose.
I really want to know what Teacher Tang would say about me.
While collecting the bills, my father told me: Teacher Tang told me today that your academic performance is quite good, but you are a little too honest.
My father was afraid that I wouldn’t understand, so he explained to me: Teacher Tang said that you were too honest and were always bullied by your classmates at school.
Teacher Tang’s evaluation did not surprise or embarrass me. I still have this bit of self-awareness. But when Teacher Tang said this, I felt as if I had gained the teacher's understanding, and I became more aware of my situation. Being bullied by classmates doesn't make me feel aggrieved.
My father put away the things on the bed, and we carried the small wooden bed back from Shaiguping to have breakfast.
Teacher Tang was our class teacher when I was in the third grade of elementary school. Private teachers in schools are often transferred, or they no longer want to be teachers after teaching for a period of time. Changing the head teacher is a common occurrence in Juntian's primary school. In some grades, the class teacher was changed before the semester was completed. This is how the fourth grade head teacher went. In Juntian's primary school, I graduated from the fourth grade, and then went to the senior elementary school in Dabaizhufu Village to study in the fifth grade (Dabaizhufu Village was originally a junior middle school, but later the junior high school students moved to the rural middle school. converted into a senior primary school). Those who fail the exam will have no more books to study. Principal Yin is going to take over the fourth grade graduating class and arrange for the newly invited teacher Tang to be our class teacher.
My primary school teacher, I remember principal Yin, Teacher Tang, there is also a teacher invited from Hongjing Village and a female teacher who I don’t know where she is from. I can’t remember their names either. . In addition to Principal Yin who has been my class teacher for two years, Teacher Tang has been teaching for a longer period of time, and has been teaching for more than a year. Other teachers only teach for one semester, or they are replaced before they finish teaching for one semester. In the semester of fourth grade, when the exams were about to begin, the female teacher suddenly stopped teaching us for some unknown reason. In the end, Principal Yin took part-time classes to help us review and take the promotion exam for the township central primary school (by the time I graduated from fourth grade, Those with good grades can go to the central primary school in the township to study).
Later I also learned that Teacher Tang and my father were relatively close friends. In the 1950s and 1960s, the two of them went to high school together in Hongjing Village for two years, and they still had some friendships with each other. They are all considered literate people in the village.
Since Teacher Tang taught our class, music that had never been taught before began to be included in our curriculum. There is a music class every week. Teacher Tang would teach some songs that were very popular at the time, such as "The Ringing of Spring Water" and "The Waves of Honghu Lake". During music class, Teacher Tang first wrote the lyrics on the blackboard. He didn't teach me the music score, he just led us to sing the lyrics. Usually when the teacher asks us to memorize textbooks, we can't even recite them even if we shout at the top of our lungs. But these lyrics can be memorized over and over again, and we will never forget them. Later, I also thought about whether I could memorize the text by memorizing the lyrics.
This is a very new trout thing. When school is over, students from other classes will rush over and crowd at the door to watch. The naughtier students also found bricks and put them under the window, put their heads in the window, and lay on the window sill to watch. I memorized the lyrics, and then sang along with Teacher Tang, starting to sing in my throat. After singing it twice, I started to sing louder unconsciously, shouting, forcing my throat to sing, and singing as if reading from a textbook. A female classmate who sang well was drowned in the noisy singing. Teacher Tang seemed to be getting more and more energetic. He forgot about the end of get out of class and led a large group of students from all grades to sing together.
It may be that Teacher Tang and my father were taught music in the elementary school where they attended elementary school. Even my father could also play with some musical instruments, such as the erhu and the flute. Whenever I have free time, I will take it out and blow it. Teacher Tang is like the singer in our school. Many students are waiting to follow our class's music class. It is said that there is one session every week, but in fact, most of the time, there is not even one session a month. Before that, there were no music classes at all. We didn’t know what the small music textbook was distributed every semester and we didn’t know what it was for. Fortunately, since Teacher Tang came, we all know that there is such a lesson as singing.
During the four years I attended Juntianjia Primary School, when selecting class cadres every semester, the position of study committee member was mine. But I have never understood what role the study committee can play. For example, if you are a class monitor, you can also shout "stand up" when class is over, and then the teacher and classmates will have a good chat.
Primary school students must memorize Chinese textbooks after each lesson. During the self-study class, the students shouted at the top of their lungs to read. When you can recite it, go to the teacher and recite it in front of the teacher. After memorizing it, the teacher used a red pen to type a big word "memorize" on the title of the text. If you memorize it wrong, you have to go back and continue reading. Once, when I went to Teacher Tang to memorize the text, Teacher Tang, whether intentionally or unintentionally, typed the red words on the text that had not been taught yet. I am a study committee member. Does Teacher Tang want me to set an example and memorize the text before my classmates? I didn't even think about what the teacher meant, so I had to bite the bullet and memorize it in advance. By the time Teacher Tang taught this lesson, I could already recite it. In the end, Teacher Tang only said that my parents were strict with me and taught me well at home.
After class, Teacher Tang called me into his small room and told me: It’s not enough for you to recite it yourself. You are the study committee member and you have to help the whole class to recite it. . From then on, as a study committee member, I started to have a new thing to do. When the students want to memorize the text, they no longer need to find Teacher Tang, they all come to me to memorize it. After I finished memorizing, I took Teacher Tang's red pen and typed the word "memorize" in a big and decent way on the classmates' texts.
This is a very honorable thing. It really gave me a lot of confidence back during my days studying in Juntian’s primary school. At least in the class, no classmates will bully me intentionally or unintentionally.
Teacher Tang stopped teaching us and left the school suddenly. We didn't even figure out what was going on. After Principal Yin took over our classes for a few days, he got a new class teacher. I heard he was transferred from Hongjing Village Primary School.
The new head teacher didn’t leave much of an impression on me. I still can’t remember whether he is tall, short, fat or thin. After he taught us for more than a semester, we changed to a female class teacher. We didn't even have time to figure out where she was transferred from. Anyway, she was not from our Baizhu Village. Shortly before our promotion exam, we also left school. I only remember that during the promotion exam of the Township Central Primary School, Principal Yin helped us review.
An old man in his 60s, not tall, with silvery hair tied together into a small bun. She is my grandma, and grandma is a good helper at home.
Mom and dad get up early and work late at night. Who will do the housework at home? As a grandma, she can cook, wash clothes, and clean. Grandma was particularly concerned about my brother and me. She would prepare a hearty breakfast for us in the morning and wait for us at the door after school in the evening. The naughty younger brother always doesn't do his homework seriously, and grandma has to take on the task of tutoring his younger brother with his homework. Because grandma has only been in the first grade, she doesn't know much about my brother's homework. So, the important task of tutoring grandma has to be left to me. Strange! Why don't I tutor my younger brother directly? One reason is that my younger brother doesn't listen to me, and helping him with tutoring is like playing the piano to an ox; the other reason is that my grandma put forward it herself. Grandma said that she didn't know many Chinese characters, and she wanted to take this opportunity to gain some knowledge. So every evening you can always see the old and young generations immersed in reading.
On weekdays, grandma is a very healthy person and is very agile in getting things done. But last week, grandma fell ill, which made everyone worried. My uncle, aunt, aunt, and aunt all went to the hospital to visit my grandma. Seeing my grandma getting more and more haggard day by day, I didn’t know how uncomfortable I felt. What should I do for my grandma? Grandma's sick brother seems to have become a lot more sensible. That day, my brother put his favorite snacks in a bag and wanted to go to the hospital with me to see my grandma. He said he would bring food to her. Grandma was very happy to see her, and her illness improved a lot. I also asked my mother for some cooking tips and cooked some dishes for my grandma. My grandma was very happy and said it was the most delicious dish she had ever eaten. My brother and I also made an appointment to visit my grandma every day after school and tell her stories so that she could get better quickly.
Finally, grandma was discharged from the hospital the day before yesterday, but the doctor said she should practice more at home. But my grandma is a very restless person. When she feels a little energetic, she starts to be busy again. Therefore, my mother gave my brother and I a glorious but arduous task: to watch over grandma and only allow her to rest and not work. Hey! Don't tell me, mom's trick is really effective. As soon as the younger brother acts like a spoiled child, grandma has no choice but to give up work. But grandma is always bored at home and feels uncomfortable. What activities should be arranged for grandma? I'm here to teach grandma how to play checkers, haha! Just in line with grandma's wishes, look, grandma has become a fan of checkers. As soon as school is over, grandma can't wait to play chess with me. She also said enviously: "You are so happy. When we were young, we had nothing to do but work." Yes." "Grandma, we will teach you what you want to play in the future." My brother and I said in unison. Grandma smiled happily.