Current location - Training Enrollment Network - Mathematics courses - Wang Shijin Mathematics
Wang Shijin Mathematics
I want to thank my mother, because she has gone through hardships to bring me into this world; I want to thank my father, because he is a veritable "god of humor" and has brought me countless joys; I want to thank my classmates, because they have brought me great help; I want to ... but I want to thank Mr. Wen, the Chinese teacher who once taught me in grade five. I can never count on the teacher's care and help. ...

I remember that I was just in the fifth grade and was still a timid girl. I can't talk happily with my classmates like others. Until I met Mr. Wen, my blood boiled like the waves of the sea. Maybe the teacher's face is amiable, or maybe the teacher's lectures are lively. I suddenly want to raise my hand and speak freely. Desire knocked down fear, and I spoke vividly and concretely, winning applause from my classmates. After the teacher told me to sit down, he kindly asked me, "What's your name?" My face turned red at once, but my heart flew to the sky happily: because the teacher asked my name, it showed that I had a good impression! Finally, I think: since you are a teacher, you should treat it as a family! So I said loudly, "Rui Yan!"

In the exercise book, the first comment that the teacher gave me was: Yan Yi, your foundation is very solid, and the teacher remembers it! I think: teacher, I love you! My father also kindly called me: "Yan Yi!" Now, when you call me that, I suddenly feel a warm current coming towards me. ...

However, the teacher also criticized me. Because my handwriting has regressed, the teacher asked me, "Am I not good at teaching?" I quickly shook my head and said, "No, it's not! I can hear everything you say! " "That's your problem!" The teacher frowned at once and said. I am speechless. "Be serious and concentrate!" The teacher said. I said, "Oh!" After leaving the office, I really want to cry, because as a good student, I shouldn't be called to the office by the teacher to criticize. However, I think: I always just care. Isn't it good for me to say a few words to me? Why should I cry! I should be happy! At this time, the tears seemed to recede, and I returned to the classroom happily.

After the final exam, I was surprised to find that my Chinese got 96.5 points! Seeing this high score, I am 100% satisfied with myself! But the teacher said, "Do you want to hit you four times? That's why you got such a low score!" "I'm a monk and I'm confused. When I got home, I told my father about it, and my father said, "Yes! It was right to hit you. Why are you content with the status quo? If you are never satisfied, only in this way can you climb higher! " It suddenly dawned on me that the teacher was really well-intentioned!

Ah! Teacher, your love is like water, plain as water, and indispensable! Do you know that?/You know what? How I want to gently take off a piece of sky, but it is so far away, how can it be better than yours; I want to gently tear off a cloud, but how can the cloud compare with your purity; I want to pick a flower gently, but how can it compare with the colorful life you decorated for me? Finally, I want to say: "Thank you, teacher!" "

or

There are tears for the teacher.

May 12, heavy black. But even in the dark, there is a little candlelight, weak but clear, which makes people look up. People in the dark are moving forward in such a hurry.

Yuan Wenting, 26, is a primary school teacher at the Democracy Center in Shigu Town, shifang city. When the earthquake happened, all the children in the classroom were scared out of their wits. Beautiful and emaciated, Yuan Wenting carried her students from the third floor to the first floor again and again. When she rushed to the third floor for the last time, the building collapsed completely. Afterwards, my former secret admirer posted a post about the memory of this "cold beauty": I only hate that I don't have the courage to say a word to you. ...

Gou Xiaochao, a graduate of Southwest University, came to Yonganba Village Primary School in Hongkou Town, Tongjiang County to teach with the first place in the county public examination. He is 24 years old. On May 12, when he rushed to the top floor for the third time to save the children in the class, a beam of the teaching building fell down. Many people know afterwards that it was his first day at work after the wedding.

Qu Wanrong, a 2 1 year-old teacher of Huanhuan Kindergarten in Zundao Town, Mianzhu City, firmly blocked a collapsed concrete slab with her back and saved the child. The child's mother knelt in front of the ruins and cried "Teacher Qu": Bon voyage. Wang, aged 27, is a second-grade teacher of Hongbai Town Central Primary School in shifang city, and 26-year-old is a first-grade teacher of Hongbai Town Central Primary School. Each of them died after saving more than 10 children. Yan Rong, a fourth-grade teacher of Yingxiu Primary School in Wenchuan County, rescued 13 children, and all the teaching buildings collapsed. And her daughter Wen Xin, only 1 year and a half, has become an orphan. ...

The last thing I wanted to see was their sacrifice. "If you don't save the child, you will never die." The survivors cried over and over again. But this "if" is a shame for Yuan Wenting and Gou Xiaochao. Therefore, their sacrifice implies a kind of inevitability-the more responsible teachers are, the closer they are to death when there is an irresistible disaster.

Long song was crying. In the heavy rain in early summer, their bodies turned into a long cold zone. Their QQ avatars will never shine again. Their only gain is a few lines of tears that they still don't know how to control. The author unexpectedly found that many young teachers died in the Wenchuan earthquake, and most of them were the ruthless "post-80 s" who were often criticized by public opinion-in the early summer season, at the early summer age.

The lack of teachers' morality seems to be a false proposition. Just immersed in the utilitarian world of "educational sale theory", temporarily dormant. Its soul has been wandering in the sky, like an ancient craftsman, standing on the cross section of sunlight and shadow, becoming a fence of light. In the afternoon of the animal husbandry god, the cheerful wheat fields belong to the children, and the haze cannot be coveted. In the most difficult time, it burns most heroically.

Life is the most precious thing in the world. Who gave his life to others and turned himself into a handful of loess? The rescued child will always remember in his tender heart that there is a place outside the world called heaven-where the noble life that makes people cry is no longer as short as fireworks. The rescued child has a tighter grip. In countless kind voyages, we will never forget Mr. Yuan Wenting and Mr. Gou Xiaochao.

not bad