My first math teacher was a substitute teacher and never became a full member. After the arrival of the new policy, he put down the pointer and picked up the bullwhip again, back in the game. When I was in grade one, I was scared when I first met my math teacher. I dare not look him in the eye for a long time. The math teacher's surname is Le, about thirty-five. He is not tall, thin, with a pointed face and a sense of dignity.
The primary school in our village, from grade one to grade six, has a class in each grade, with few teachers, a total of five or six teachers. There are only two teachers in our class, one is a Chinese teacher and the other is a math teacher. All courses are taught by two teachers. In addition to teaching Chinese, Chinese teachers also teach morality, history and music. Besides math, math teachers also teach nature, art and physical education.
Teacher Le's home is near the school, and Tian is also near the school. The meager salary of the substitute teacher is simply not enough to support the family. When farming is busy, Teacher Le has to farm. Often, one leg is rolled up, the other leg is put down, and there is mud on the leg where the leg is rolled up, so they rush into the classroom and start giving us lessons.
Teacher Le has been teaching for many years and has rich educational experience. He never follows the book, and he never takes a textbook with him in class, because everything is in his head. He teaches to more than 50 students in his class. Whoever has a good memory will recite more formulas; Whoever likes to study hard, let him solve all kinds of problems. If he is not strict, we must like him very much.
Teacher Le has a pointer, two fingers wide and about one and a half meters long. When he stands on the podium, he is like a music conductor, pumping knowledge into our brains. Pointer is of course our cordon, the natural enemy of naughty students and the nightmare of poor students. Every time we finish the exam, those who didn't do well automatically reach out and let the pointer fall on our delicate palms. Bitter pain, how unforgettable! In order to escape the pain, we must show our spirit and strive to improve our grades, so as to keep the pointer in our hands next time. Teacher Le never treats everyone equally, and his son is in our class. If his exam results are not ideal, he can't escape the spur of the pointer. Teacher Le's pointer is an unforgettable memory for us, which makes us feel bitter pain and makes us understand that we will be beaten if we fall behind.
Musicians not only teach us textbook knowledge, but also teach us how to be a man. I remember once, when I was in the third grade, there was a flood in the village, and the whole world was a piece of Wang Yang. At that time, rice had just been harvested, and farmers put the straw left after rice harvest on the high side of the field as forage for cattle and sheep for the winter. Four classmates and I thought it was especially fun to throw straw into the flood and watch it drift away. Not far from the school, there was a pile of tall hay, and most of the straw was thrown into the flood by us. When we were having fun and ready to throw all the remaining straw into the water, the owner of the haystack came over and cursed as he walked, ready to come forward and give us a good lesson. The flood is so urgent that we can't go back. The timid students nearly jumped into the flood with fear. The owner of the straw came up to us, raised his broad palm, and we closed our eyes in fear. Just then, a loud roar: "Stop it." It turned out that the music teacher at home saw this scene and stopped it. Teacher Le came over and said to the owner of the straw, "What do you care about with a few children after such a big man?" The owner of the straw is Mr. Le's nephew. Of course, he dare not contradict him. He just resigned in obedience. We were all relieved to know that we were saved. But things are not over. We followed Teacher Le back to school in fear and trembling, waiting for the arrival of a storm.
Teacher Le opened the classroom door with a key, took us into the classroom, and then said, "Everyone should think about it. If you understand what is wrong, go home. " If you don't understand, stay here for the night! "
We are only eight or nine-year-old children. Where have we seen such a scene? We were all in tears. Teacher Le, like a heart of stone, sat motionless at the door, put his hands on his knees and began to close his eyes. Like a crouching guard, he blocked our way out.
A minute passed, and none of us dared to speak. It was getting dark. Suddenly, we heard our parents' voices. It turned out that Teacher Le had informed our parents when she went to the toilet. As soon as several parents arrive, they will rush into the classroom and prepare to beat us up. Teacher Le stopped them in despair and said, "Look, let me give them a good lesson that they will never forget." In rural areas, farmers have no education, and what they say to their teachers has always been given by imperial edict. So a guard became a group of guards.
We dare not stand up and say that we have figured it out, for fear that we are not satisfied with the answer. After another hour, Mr. Le seemed impatient and began to call the roll for us to answer. The first one is me. I shouted trembling, "It's wrong for us to throw straw. Straw is the property of others, and we can't destroy other people's property. " After I finished, Mr. Le and his parents didn't show any expression and didn't let me sit down, so the next classmate went on. Other students feel similar to me. We were not asked to sit down after we finished. Everyone knew that the answer was not satisfactory, and everyone sobbed in fear. When all five people have finished speaking, Mr. Le stood up and said loudly, "Your answers are not deep enough, but at least they all know that they are wrong, which is not bad." Everything in the farmland is bought by farmers' hard work and sweat. Although the straw is worthless, the farmers have made great efforts to collect it. Straw is the lifeline of farmers. Cows can't spend the winter without hay. Without cows, it is impossible to cultivate land in spring. Do you know what happened? Never trample on the fruits of others' labor at will. "Le teacher's words are very meaningful. At that time, we didn't understand them. We just kept nodding. I glanced at my parents, who were glassy-eyed and didn't understand; Some corners of the mouth are smiling, maybe they understand. After Teacher Le finished speaking, we went home with our parents. At the same time, we were told that everyone must go to the rice field to pick up ears, each weighing 5 Jin, to compensate the loss of straw owners, and never replace them with rice at home. Everyone supervised separately, and the reporter paid three kilograms less.
It is difficult for us to pick up five Jin of rice. At that time, everyone was living in poverty. When harvesting rice, everyone carefully picked up the fallen rice grains. We can only pick up the grains that people stepped into the mud when harvesting, dig them out one by one, then wash them and dry them.
The five of us have been collecting food until the next year when we finished the task of Teacher Le. When we handed the rice to Teacher Le, he didn't say anything but smiled meaningfully. Because he understood from our dark faces that we understand the hardships of labor.
Teacher Le gave us a vivid lesson. No matter how far we go, we have never forgotten his teachings, and we must never trample on the fruits of others' labor. Only in this way can the fruits of your labor be respected by others.
Teacher Le finished our class and had to leave the podium with regret. In order to support his family, he left home to work. I also went out to study and never saw him again. I met Teacher Le on the bus from town to village this Spring Festival. He is still thin and gray-haired, and he has become a real little old man. I called a vocal music teacher loudly. He was very excited and said that no one had called him a teacher for a long time. I said I should. You will always be my teacher.
How time flies! Twenty years have passed in a flash. The passage of time can't reduce my respect for Teacher Le. He was the enlightener of my life, and he showed me the right direction.