It can be said that since I was a child, I belong to the kind of good student who is very obedient and makes the teacher worry. I study hard and finish the class work assigned by the teacher seriously. I am a good student almost every year. In my childhood memory, my certificate was stuck on the wall at home, so that when I was in junior high school, there was no certificate on the wall anymore, and my mother specially left a cupboard empty to hold my honorary certificate. Every time a guest comes home and sees the unique wallpaper on the wall, he always says in a stunning tone, "Is your Dandan studying so well?" At this time, the mother will always reply slightly: "My child has been obedient since childhood and never needs me to make snacks!" "My father was the first college student in Deng Xiaoping to resume the college entrance examination at that time, and graduated from Kunming University of Science and Technology. At that time, the college entrance examination system was strict. It is reported that my father was the first college student in his remote mountain village. When he was admitted to the university, the whole village was a sensation. The teacher's grandmother cried with joy and kept telling her father not to forget her roots when he was admitted to the university successfully. And I came to this world in the year when my father was admitted to graduate school. In order to create a better growth environment for me, my father gave up the opportunity of graduate school and chose to come to Lengshuijiang to be an ordinary mining engineer (Lengshuijiang is the antimony capital of the world, rich in mineral resources, in line with my father's major in university, and graduation from university at that time was guaranteed). When I was a child, there were always many compasses and precision instruments at home that I couldn't understand. In my memory, my father has endless pictures. Several times, I heard that my father worked too hard and fainted at work. My mother and I have been persuading him not to work too hard. At this time, my father would hold me in his arms and point to those mysterious drawings and say, "Danny, we live in the antimony capital of the world, and there are many treasures underground." "At that time, comprehensive national strength was still a concept too far away for me. All I know is that in order to draw a good mine map, my father got up early and greedy for the dark, day and night, and went underground for exploration many times. Because the underground is dark, there are always big stones falling, which is very dangerous. My father almost died in the mine twice because of his work. As soon as I went to that dark place, I remembered the mine where I spent the longest time in my childhood, and I still have a lingering fear. ...

Back to school. When I was in primary school, I met a very strict class teacher, and also the most grateful teacher in my life, Chinese teacher Liu Xianyang. I don't quite remember her teaching style, and I can't sum it up. But under her six-year education, I have laid a very solid foundation in Chinese, and I am familiar with pinyin and basic writing. Moreover, under her influence, I like reading very much. As long as I bring a book, I can be fascinated. When I was a child, my teacher had a great image in my heart. It's like god's position. As long as someone says that Mr. Liu is not half past one, I will immediately go forward and argue with him. In a word, Mr. Liu's position in my heart is as sacred and great as the white snake in the hit TV series The Legend of the New White Snake. I remember a heavy rain. She borrowed an umbrella from me. This trivial matter, which seems insignificant today, kept me awake all night. My umbrella was treasured by me, so I couldn't bear to use it, and my parents were not allowed to touch it. Teacher Liu is like a belief, a totem, living in my memory as a spiritual idol, so that when I went to her home to get my report card after primary school graduation (I got 29 1 with 300 points in Chinese, Mathematics and Thinking), I couldn't bear to see her wearing only underwear. The huge psychological gap between teachers and people once made me unhappy for a long time, completely diluting the joy of high marks. Teacher Liu likes me very much because my Chinese performance has always been one of the best in my class. When others were just learning to make sentences when I was a child, I began to look at pictures and write. When others are writing about monkeys buying bread, I can write that "monkeys buy a lot of big, red and delicious bread". The teacher drew a red circle under these big characters and read aloud in class, which made my back straighter. At that time, there were some open classes like now. Teacher Liu always asks me to stage some simple sitcoms in the classroom, and chooses me to speak with her pointer. I especially remember that year (second grade) when I said that "pink peach blossoms are blooming everywhere in the fields", which made the teacher amazed. Teacher Liu gave me a big red flag (slap in the face). I also sleep with a pillow and carry it with me during the day. The best product of spiritual comfort ~ ~ ~ I participated in the composition competition for the first time in the fourth grade, and the topic was "Summer Morning". I wrote a landscape prose magnificently, and only won the first prize of 12. The first prize was Liu Xing, and I wrote a good thing. It turns out that I belong to the third category, and I have no intention of penetrating the topic, which makes me depressed for a long time. Later, when I wrote my composition again.

The math teacher in primary school has changed several times. What I remember most is Mr. Huang. Because of overwork, my hair has long been white, and I don't pay so much attention to dressing up as Miss Liu, which is a bit sloppy. She also took part in the labor class and taught me practical things such as making egg rolls and sewing. But what impressed me the most and made me less interested in mathematics later was one thing:

It was a math exam. After I got the test paper, I scanned it quickly. The question is not difficult, and I can answer it beautifully if I am serious. Originally, I planned to finish all the way smoothly, and one or two stuck problems were solved by writing with my brain. At the end of my answer, some students have finished writing and handed it over to the teacher for inspection on the spot. I'm a little anxious, probably because I want to fight for the first two papers. I vaguely heard Mr. Huang say that there was no need to write "answer" in the fourth question, so I couldn't wait to finish the last question and hand it in quickly, waiting for full marks. Teacher Huang checked my test paper, and the red hook came down all the way. She was happy. I am also secretly pleased and gratified. She slapped me hard when the clinker was in full bloom. Loudly, the other students in the class stopped writing and looked at the podium doubtfully. I was shocked, too. I don't know what happened. I just stood there with nothing in my head and nothing in it. Miss Huang gave me a bad look. The coldness and sharpness of her eyes still make my hair stand on end. She screamed and said, "Look at you. Finally, I got 100 in the class, but I didn't answer the last question. I deducted the wrong score of 1. I don't know what you are thinking! " It turns out that there is no need to write the fourth question and answer it. This is not the fourth question. At that time, my mind stopped and my face was burning. All I know is that I took the 99-point test paper and returned to my seat in tears, as if I had done something stupid. I was ashamed and annoyed and listless for a long time. The slap in the face hit my childish heart hard. Later, when I saw Mr. Huang, I always made a detour, and my mood was very complicated, awe, fear and resentment ... Now, after I changed countless papers that vomited blood as a teacher, I can understand how Mr. Huang felt when correcting papers. The teacher always wants his students to succeed for their students, but for young me, this slap in the face is too heavy and too sudden. The gaping eyes of the students under the podium and the discussion that "Li Dan was actually beaten by the teacher" made my seven-or eight-year-old child drop blood silently, so that when I saw the supercilious look, I couldn't help but show my disdain for Mr. Huang. The psychological black hole cannot be repaired for a long time. When I was in college, I read Freud's Da Vinci and His Childhood Memories and learned that the childhood shadow in the subconscious will accompany a person's life. When I encounter this kind of similar attack again, I will instinctively adopt a psychological defense mechanism. No wonder I'm so sensitive to supercilious look. Now, even if the child makes the biggest mistake, I will definitely criticize it severely and won't do it, because the child is kind and never leaves a shadow in his childhood.

When I was in junior high school, all the teachers I met were very gentle, and the head teacher was an English teacher. Unfortunately, I am not interested in foreign languages. Even though I have spent countless efforts and passed CET-4 and CET-6, my level still stays on the basis of being able to understand English subtitles on the big screen of the cinema. I don't need it at all after work, and I have no desire to continue learning English. The English I have studied for many years is almost ruined. One day, Teacher Liu wanted me to take something away. I took it fluently, and the children below were surprised: "It turns out that our teacher Li can actually speak English." Oh, my God, I have passed CET-6, because I know English. If I don't have to fish for three days and dry the net for two days after work, how about small English in primary school textbooks? Hehe ... The class teacher's name is Mr. Ou. No, I met a Chinese teacher in junior high school, Miss Li, who has benefited me all my life. I can't put it down. No matter when I was growing up or when I was anxious as a teacher at first, it provided me with a lot of help and made me grateful for it for life. Miss Li graduated from the Chinese Department of Hunan Normal University. She just graduated from college when she taught me. Her teaching method is green, but her teaching style is unique. She often teaches some classic classical poems in early reading. "In the morning, she saw the change of her hair cloud in the mirror, but she dared to use the cold of her evening songs in the moonlight."

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . It was at that time that outstanding poets such as "If love lasts for a long time, it will seize the day" and Li Shangyin came into contact. Miss Li is also tall and handsome, which makes many girls secretly admire. I am also one of my admirers. Of course, I have developed from the worship of teachers in primary schools to rational respect and love. It happened that I became a representative of Chinese class at that time, so I wrapped all Chinese books and Chinese workbooks in the most beautiful and exquisite Bao Shu paper and eagerly absorbed nutrition in Chinese class. As the saying goes, the master leads the door and practices in himself. Teacher Li usually recommends a good writer, and I read a good article quickly. Teacher Li is also very fond of me, giving me extra meals in private, saying that my composition is very spiritual and has a good understanding of the article, and every composition is approved for me. Now I remember one thing that impressed me deeply:

On that occasion, my composition was read as a model essay by the whole class as usual. I got used to it, so I continued to discuss a math problem left over from last class with Jiang Xinwen in the back table, and I didn't take Miss Li's recitation of my composition seriously at all. I guess I was angered by my disdainful expression. While reading a book, Miss Li suddenly shouted, "Li Dan, stand up for me. Don't think that reading a composition can be so presumptuous. Every time I read your composition again, you will go out. " I was stunned. Miss Li has always spoiled me and regarded me as a proud pupil. It's the first time I've been criticized so seriously. I am ashamed and annoyed, and I can't pull my face down. I don't know how I listened to him finish reading my composition, but I was on pins and needles. Later, after class, he called me to his office and comforted me personally. I was so wronged that I refused to talk to him. He grabbed my shoulder and softened his tone, saying, "It's Miss Li's fault, so I'm not angry." My tears are unbridled. He gave me a pen and said, "This is the pen that Miss Li used in college for four years. I hope Li Dan can use it to write wonderful works. Now that I think about it, I like Miss Li very much. The little girl's willfulness, with her excellent Chinese achievements, wantonly squandered the teacher's love. When I graduated, Mr. Li gave me many of his calligraphy works. When I was admitted to the Chinese Department of Huazhong Normal University, he was happier than me. He personally saw me off at the railway station. Every year on my birthday, he will send me a birthday present from Lengshuijiang and call me to wish me a happy birthday, whether I am in Wuhan or Shenzhen. Every time I go back to cold Jiangdu, I will take me to eat delicious food, analyze my life path for me and encourage me to face setbacks bravely. In the extremely uncomfortable days when I first started to be a teacher, he taught me a lot of experience as a head teacher, Chinese teaching experience and composition teaching experience without reservation, helped me revise the lesson plan, and lent me many books on how to be a teacher. These good deeds deserve to be remembered for life. I know that no matter where I go, my teacher's love will accompany me, and my teacher's eyes will pay attention to me. In the teacher's mind, I will always be the king in the composition class, but I love to cry. Thank you, my Chinese teacher in junior high school. I spent three happy years in junior high school under your care. However, it also led some students to alienate me because of the teacher's excessive preference for me. There are still bosom friends, but the teacher's inclined love has also made me lose some friends.

In college, I have experienced the elegance of countless famous teachers. Teachers in the College of Liberal Arts really live up to their reputation. Professor Liu Xinglin talks about historical records, and he is excited to take antihypertensive drugs to suppress his emotions in class. I don't like reading historical records, but I like listening to him. He can turn ancient literature from boring to vivid. And Professor Wang Yaohui, who is knowledgeable and knows historical allusions like the back of his hand. He is serious in his studies, especially in the study of A Dream of Red Mansions. He taught text interpretation not to blindly drill ancient books, but to connect with reality. This may be the reason why he, as an official, knows more about the sufferings of farmers. Once when he was talking about Lin Daiyu, he said that when Daiyu was dying, almost no one in the Jia family visited her, which made people feel that the world was cold at that time. There is Yang Jian, a teacher who teaches foreign literature. When she talked about Sartre's love and read a letter from Sartre to his wife, she burst into tears and we were deeply moved by the audience. ...