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Male history teacher is fat.
When sorting out some words written in recent years, I found that the short articles I wrote were basically unforgettable. What's more, some details in the text were pointed out by the parties to be full of mistakes!

The year before last, I wrote to miss the curly hair on my head. When I went to get a haircut last year, I still wanted to leave a small circle of black hair on my forehead. This summer vacation, I finally shaved all these three thousand troubles completely! I won't give white hair a chance to stimulate me, mow the grass and get rid of the roots!

One afternoon, I participated in a school activity. One of the processes is that the teacher puts ribbons on the student representatives. Later, when I looked at the photos, I saw that I was wearing a khaki short-sleeved T-shirt, and my shaved head shone in the camera the night before. Facing the students with slightly bowed heads, I have a kind face with a ribbon in my hand, a little like a monk, but a little fatter and less of a real monk.

Does beard mourn the absence of peers? I'm in no hurry to grow up. If you ignore it for a few days, you will get sporadic gray reminders at most.

The colleagues I meet at work are getting younger and younger. At school, I found that my business has been poor, but my age has definitely begun to be among the best, and I can't give up my seat!

Colleagues have dinner and find that no one will try their best to motivate them. Just to get you drunk, they accidentally become the one who can have the right to drink less at the dinner table!

Course arrangement started from 1997, and from manual course arrangement to computer software course arrangement, the manual adjustment time after rough arrangement of software is getting longer and longer. I used it for almost a week this year, and it seems that my brain capacity is getting smaller and smaller, and my operation is getting slower and slower. Look at the final result and sigh: I am very dissatisfied!

The most embarrassing thing is that when I was just about to quote an ancient poem in Chinese class, that poem was swallowed by me and had already disappeared into the boundless memory. The high school student who backlit Song of Eternal Sorrow and Pipa in one breath has gone far.

My temper towards students is getting better and better, and some small offensive actions in class have long been ignored by my myopia. "Don't be stupid, don't be deaf, don't be old." When he first came to the podium, his face was covered with blood, blowing his beard and glaring at the students' life-and-death struggle. Whose young man is that? It's not me anyway.

Many abbreviations, network languages, and some stalks in the network are at a loss without Baidu. When communicating with students during recess, I occasionally pop up some online expressions, which suddenly makes them exclaim: Teacher, do you even know this? Am I a newly unearthed mummy? I cann't believe I used the word "unbelievable"! The surprise in their eyes gave me a hard time!

One day, my wife and I bought food at a roadside stall. When paying, her wife called the old lady selling vegetables aunt. By the time she called the old lady in her sixties and seventies, she was no longer her grandparents. After all, she is almost fifty years old.

Once I attended a wedding banquet hosted by a cousin for his daughter. A man at the same table waved his hand to call his son who went to primary school, and then pointed at me and said, "Call uncle!" " This qualification went up at once!

The clothes are brighter than before. The son likes to wear black and white with simple patterns, but the pattern on the chest of the clothes chosen by his wife is much more complicated. There is no shortage of red clothes in the wardrobe all year round. Is this what the dialect says, "I have been learning to bind my feet"?

At first, I liked watching the old movies of Hong Kong and Taiwan in the 1990s over and over again, and listening to the pop songs at that time. But since I had thyroid surgery, I have been completely deprived of the right to sing loudly and entertain myself. Occasionally shout a few words, even the wife who is tone-deaf doesn't like it: Why can't you sing at all?

The problem of intervertebral disc has been with us for many years. When you sit at your desk preparing lessons and changing jobs, you have to stand for a while. The gap between them seems to be getting closer. Be careful when you stand up after sitting for a long time.

Open the drawer, which contains not only antihypertensive drugs that must be taken after breakfast every day, but also buckwheat tea and Lycium barbarum ... As for the thermos cup, I have eliminated it and replaced it with close brothers, glasses and insulating coasters, which will always be loyal.

As young people say, lunch break seems to be the art of extending life. As long as you don't lie down for a nap at noon, you will feel sleepy before 10 at night. Unfortunately, at 4 o'clock the next morning, I will be extremely awake and stupid to the ceiling!

Going out for a walk with my wife after dinner is a conditioned reflex, but I feel tired after walking for a long time!

Start to pay attention to the indicators on the physical examination form. The upward or downward imprint behind those values is like an arrow that goes straight into the heart, which is not a good thing anyway!

I began to pay attention to my daily diet, control my appetite, and start to care about my weight, just like singing a poem: from tomorrow on, I won't eat any more.

I think I can still be a healthy and happy person.

I remember one thing. When I was in junior high school, my grandfather got a job in a food trading company. Everyone called him "Lao Lin". Later he introduced my father to work, so his 45-year-old father was called "Kobayashi"! Later, I worked. I don't remember anyone ever calling me Xiao Lin. Then when I meet my former colleagues and acquaintances, no one will habitually call me "Xiao Lin". I once used a title to witness my youth. There is no chance!

When I go to see my mother on weekends, I will hear my old neighbor say hello to me all the way in front of the door: Xiaobo, I came to see your mother again ... At that moment, I felt that I was still the child who had just come out of primary school, carrying a schoolbag, and was going home along the field path.

In fact, many States had it many years ago, but they just didn't want to accept it! The years are always relentless and hurried by, comforting yourself that every road you walk will have different scenery!