A collection of inspirational stories about students

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When I was in elementary school, I was very naughty. One day, the teacher announced something in public. ?Ban?: Su Buqing is not allowed to leave school!

I was really troubled for a while by not being able to see interesting things everywhere on the street. However, it didn’t take long before I became interested in the tiger stove used to boil water in school. It's strange how such a big pot can boil so much boiling water. Once, I came up with a novel trick. I cut a hole in an egg and threw it into a big pot. I watched the egg white and yolk flow out and condense into egg droplets in the boiling water with a series of bubbles and constant rolling. It was really amazing. How fun! The water boiler saw me boiling water, so he came over to find out. After all, I knew I had done something bad, so I ran away. When the water boiler saw that the whole pot of boiling water had become muddy, he chased me, grabbed me, pushed me to the ground, and taught me a lesson. Since then, I have never dared to mess around again.

If you don’t study hard, how can you get good grades? That semester, I got the "back-up list", which was the last place in the class. Our school at that time published a list of exam results every semester, and the last person seemed to be carrying everyone in front of him on his back, so it was called "carrying the list." When I took such poor grades home, my parents sighed, unable to do anything about it. In the second semester, I still didn't make any progress in my study, and I got "back to list" again. In the third semester, "taking the exam" is still with me. The teacher called my father to school and told me that since I couldn't study well, I should learn to farm and save two tons of rice a year.

However, my father has placed great expectations on me, and he believes that with good discipline, I will definitely learn well. There happened to be a new primary school opened in the town 15 miles away from my home. The school was close to my home and the teachers spoke Hokkien, so my father transferred me to this primary school. But for me, the temper I developed as a child is still hard to change. I still don't like reading and wandering around. This kind of nature is certainly not appreciated by teachers and classmates.

There is one thing that left a deep impression on me. One evening in the autumn of that year, I was called to have a talk by Mr. Xie, who taught Chinese. The teacher pointed to a composition in his hand and asked me: "Did you write this composition?" I took a look at the composition and blurted out an affirmative answer. Mr. Xie looked at me with suspicion: "How did you do it?" I felt baffled after hearing this. You know, when I was a child, I read many excellent classics, and I could recite some chapters. Many of the writing techniques in my compositions were imitated in classics. I faced Mr. Xie and said: "That's it. Write whatever you want." ?This made the teacher angry. He picked up the pen angrily and made a mark with the word "Mao" (meaning bad). Then he gave me a very unpleasant sentence: "Let's go. No matter how good the copied article is, it can only lie to yourself." Want to lie to me? You can still write such an article? Humph!? After hearing these words, I felt like a blow to the head. Mr. Xie usually favors students from wealthy families, but when faced with me, who is humble and stubborn, he shows great distrust.

My interest in learning Chinese suddenly dropped to zero, and taking Chinese classes became the thing I disliked the most. I often turned my head to the side in protest.

At this moment, another thing happened.

In the second semester of fifth grade, a new teacher came to the primary school, named Chen Yufeng. He was in his 50s, short, with a yellow and thin face. In the first geography class, he hung a world map on the blackboard and introduced the students to the seven continents, four oceans, famous mountains and rivers, as well as the geographical locations of Britain, France, the United States and other countries. I traveled around the world for the first time in class, and I was so excited that I didn’t even blink.

The wonder of the universe and the grand view of the world are far better than the street scenes in the small town and the plumeria flowers in Laohuzao. I became obsessed with geography class, and I especially liked Teacher Chen Yufeng. One time, I skipped Chinese language class and was discovered by Teacher Chen. He asked me why I didn’t attend Chinese language class. I replied plausibly: Teacher Xie looks down on me.

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? I look down on you, so you don’t study? When will you be looked down upon by others?

I felt aggrieved and told the truth about what happened last time. Teacher Chen also said: "If you don't believe me, I will recite that ancient article to you. My composition was written by learning the writing style of this ancient article." ?Teacher Chen didn’t want to find out whether the article was copied from a classmate. He was silent for a while and asked me: ?Why did your parents send you to school? I said study. He asked me who I should learn from. I said learn from the teacher. ?How can you learn from the teacher if you don't go to class? Your father picks rice from home to pay the tuition, and you memorize the list every year. How can you be worthy of your frugal parents? As soon as Teacher Chen finished speaking, my nose became sour and tears started to flow. It fell down with a swipe. Teacher Chen continued: "Others look down on you just because you are a student who memorizes grades." What if you are not a student who memorized the results? What if you are the first in the exam? Who will look down on you? He told me another story about Newton when he was a child:

Newton also grew up in the countryside and went to the city to study. , his grades were not good, and his classmates bullied him. Once, a classmate hit him for no reason. Newton squatted on the ground in pain, and other classmates laughed. That classmate had better grades and better health than him. Normally Newton didn't dare to mess with him, but this time he couldn't bear it anymore, jumped up and fought back, forcing the classmate into a corner. Seeing how brave Newton was, the classmate was frightened and had to admit defeat. From this incident, Newton thought of a truth: as long as you have the backbone and are willing to fight, you can win. From then on, he studied hard, and soon his grades ranked first in the class, and later he became a world-famous scientist.

After listening to the story told by Teacher Chen, I was very excited, and my confidence in working hard suddenly increased. I figured it out at once. I wrote the composition. What the teacher thinks about it is the teacher’s business. It’s not cost-effective to quarrel with him and affect my own study. Now, Teacher Chen has introduced me to a friend named Newton. I feel as if I am standing in the same position as the young Newton and have a role model to learn from.

Later on, I got more and more "advantages" in my homework books. I also helped my father settle accounts and helped people in the village read and write letters. In addition, I got the first place in the exams in the three semesters. , no one will look down on me anymore. All this made me respect Teacher Chen even more. His words can be said to be a turning point in my life.

In 1931, after receiving my doctorate in science in Japan, I returned to my hometown to visit relatives. A great doctor appeared in the small ravine, and people came to visit him in an endless stream. I could tell at a glance that the person with gray hair standing in the distance was Teacher Chen Yufeng. I called my mentor by name and respectfully invited him to his seat. Teacher Chen said to the people around him: "With such students, this life is not in vain." ?I quickly continued: ?Without the teacher’s teachings back then, students would not dare to hope for what they are today. ? Before leaving, I specially hired a sedan and asked Teacher Chen to get on the sedan. I followed behind and walked 30 miles to take the teacher home. Inspiring stories about students: Where opportunities hide

During class, the teacher asked the students: If a tennis ball falls into the haystack, how should it be found?

The students They all answered, some said, start looking from the center line of the haystack; some said, start looking from the four corners of the haystack, and some said, start looking from the longest place of the grass?

? With all your searching methods, can you definitely find the sword tennis ball? The teacher asked.

?Not necessarily. ?said the students.

? Why do you choose these methods when you know that you may not be able to find it? The teacher asked again.

? This is more trouble-free. If the tennis ball falls on that spot, will it be easy for the child to find the sword? The students answered.

To successfully find the tennis ball that fell into the haystack, the most practical way is to search from one end of the haystack to the other end of the haystack. ?The teacher said, ?Actually, opportunity is just like a tennis ball that falls into the haystack. Why do some people always pass by the opportunity? It is because they are lucky, want to save trouble, want convenience, and always hope to get it with the smallest payment. Go out and get the most bang for your buck.

Classmates, what should we do if we want to find opportunities in life?

After listening to the teacher’s words, the students began to understand that opportunities are not hidden in any point, they may be hidden in every part of life. In a corner, only those who are down-to-earth, opportunistic, and don't let go of any process and details of looking for opportunities can discover and find opportunities. An inspirational story about students: Inferiority is just a comma on the road to growth

When I was 15 years old.

Zhou Anan became obsessed with fantasy novels, to the point where he couldn't put it down and forgot to eat and sleep. He imagined himself as a character in the novel with magical magic and super energy, or a hero who drew his sword to help when the road was rough. The actual situation is incompatible with this. He is a timid and timid boy with low self-esteem. He usually does not dare to speak loudly and hums like a timid mosquito. He walked with his head down, like a tiptoeing kitten. He did things very lightly, and a naughty classmate in the class gave him the nickname "Lady".

This nickname made him angry, made him extreme, and made him lose his mind, but he couldn't get rid of it. All his anger, heroism and ideals can only be vented and fulfilled in those martial arts and fantasy novels.

During class, he lay under the desk and watched secretly. When he got home from school, he hid under the quilt and continued to study hard with a flashlight. He even copied fantasy novels to his mobile phone and didn't even miss them when he went to the bathroom.

Once in class, he was studying hard under his desk. The Chinese teacher asked him to get up to answer a question, but he didn’t hear it. His deskmate nudged him with his elbow. He stood up and looked around blankly. After a long time, he said: "Teacher, I didn't sleep." ?The classmates burst into laughter, and his face burned like the colorful clouds in the sky, which were in several colors and kept changing.

His grades were naturally so bad that he couldn't handle it. After school, the teacher called him to the office, frowned and said: "Zhou An'an, call your parents! If this continues, you won't be able to pass the exam anywhere." ?

Although the teacher’s voice was not loud, it still scared him.

Zhou Anan grew up in a single-parent family and has never seen his father since he was a child. My mother is a very strong woman. She speaks loudly and works vigorously. She sets up a stall and sells clothes in the market, and she has developed the same strong style as a man. She has high expectations for Zhou Anan, hoping that he will study hard and get admitted to a good university in the future, so as to support her. It can be said that Zhou Anan is all her ideals and beliefs, and all the support for her to insist on setting up a stall in the market. She often points her hand to Zhou Anan's forehead and says: "How can you be my son? You don't look like me at all." ?

Although she tried to be gentle and kind when talking to Zhou Anan, Zhou Anan was still very afraid of her, which was also the source of his low self-esteem. Most of his classmates took private cars, but he was worried about living expenses and tuition fees, trying to save every coin, because as long as he saved a coin, his mother would have less arguments with others in the market.

He doesn’t eat lunch with his classmates because his lunch is always the cheapest. He doesn't play ball with his classmates because his sneakers are always glued.

The teacher said: "Zhou Anan, what are you thinking about?"

Zhou Anan turned his head, his eyes filled with tears, and whispered: "Teacher, don't tell my mother, okay?" ?She will take care of me. ?

Yes, every time the teacher comes to find a parent, Zhou Anan’s mother will be very angry. She will swat him with a homemade fly swatter and say while crying: ?You are disobedient, you are disobedient. Trying to live up to expectations will make you fail to learn well and make you unsuccessful. ?It’s hard to imagine that a mother who usually works in the market would have such a large vocabulary. Zhou Anan was not afraid of being beaten, but he was afraid that seeing his mother crying and crying would make him defeated, so defeated that he didn't want to reply or resist.

The teacher said: It’s okay not to tell your parents, but from today on, you must listen to me. ?

Zhou Anan thought for a while and nodded.

The teacher said, let me tell you a story: There was a boy who had low self-esteem when he was a child and was not gregarious. He often lived alone. In fact, he was envious when he saw other classmates going to and from school together, laughing and laughing. But he didn't have the courage to be with others because he was different from others. He had six fingers on his right hand. His classmates often made fun of him and called him Six Finger. Later, a beautiful girl in the class took the initiative to go to and from school with him and cast her admiring eyes on him because he had excellent academic performance and achieved a level beyond the reach of others in almost every subject. Because of the appreciation of that beautiful girl, he abandoned his inferiority complex and cowardice, and ignited the best time in his youth with enthusiasm and confidence. Later he became a teacher. You know? That boy is me.

After the teacher finished speaking, he stretched out his hand: Look, this is the hand that I use to hold chalk and write on the blackboard every day. It has six fingers. In fact, this is not something that humans can do, so there is no need to feel inferior. Just like you, you can't choose where you are born, or what kind of family you have, so there is no need to feel inferior. ?

That time, after a long talk with the teacher in the office, Zhou Anan changed a lot. What is youth? Youth is actually a rain of flowers. It looks magnificent and colorful, but in fact there is an undercurrent inside. Once you get through it, youth will bloom into a beautiful splendor.

During lunch, Zhou Anan no longer hides alone in the corner. He will calmly sit with his classmates with his lunch box. Although the dishes in the lunch box are not very rich, they are mother's caring heart. He finally understood that what he should compare with was not the contents of the lunch box, but the breadth and depth of maternal love.

After school, he no longer deliberately falls behind his classmates. The classmate had a private car to pick him up, and he also had his mother's bicycle. Fifteen-year-old Zhou Anan sat on the back seat of her mother's bicycle, telling her stories about school and laughing heartily.

On the school playground, Zhou Anan was no longer timid. He and his classmates grabbed the ball and played sports together. Maybe the posture is not very free and handsome, maybe it is not masculine and strong enough, but after all, he is participating and growing.

Zhou Anan never gives up any opportunity for growth. Occasionally, some classmates would laugh at him for being obsessed with martial arts and fantasy novels, but he would laugh it off and wave his hands casually.

Inferiority is actually just a comma in youth. If you pause occasionally, you will transcend the past, because life must keep moving forward and reach a place where you can see the light.

Time flies by, and after being admitted to high school, Zhou Anan has grown from a pale and melancholy boy into a lively and cheerful young man chasing the wind. He has already used those in the virtual world to arm himself. The armor was removed, and the inferiority was severely trampled underfoot.

With his physical development, he no longer looks as delicate as a bean sprout, but handsome and elegant; his sunny figure can often be seen on the sports field, and his three-pointers are especially beautiful, which makes many The girls cheered and applauded; in the school's speech contest, he was even more articulate and eloquent, which made people look at him with admiration. Who would have thought that this was the timid and weak boy who could only hide in the virtual world and run wild.

In fact, every adolescent child will have a period of time when he is willing to hide in the virtual world and imagine himself as an ideal character to make up for the shortcomings in reality. As long as you can adjust your pace in time and get out of your confusion, the sun will still be shining brightly in the days to come.