Appreciation of American literature: one example after another

Appreciation of American literature: one example after another

One day, my daughter came home from school to watch the TV series Tomb Raider Notes. I was taken aback. I didn't know until I asked. Her Chinese teacher often talks about this TV series in class. When it comes to emotional places, she can't help herself. She closed her eyes and shook her head. She used several words "very" in one breath to describe the extent to which this TV series is worth watching. The child can't stand the temptation, so he has to see and believe. I haven't seen this TV play either, but I can guess a few points from the name. I think, even if it is about stealing, it is not appropriate for a ten-year-old child with strong imitation and discrimination.

Han Yu said, teacher, so preach and teach. In addition to answering questions, teachers teach students to learn, and more importantly, they teach students the truth of being a man and doing things. So as a teacher, if you have something to say, you have to have something to say.

In modern society, communication and network are highly developed. On the surface, people's life seems to be more convenient than ever. In fact, complicated information often makes people lose themselves and find the way forward. If a child is not properly guided in this environment, he will certainly continue to get lost.

This reminds me of one of my primary school Chinese teachers. It can be said that he gave us the best example in that backward era, and many of my interests were cultivated at that time.

1September 1987, on the first day of school, a young man in red short sleeves hurried into the fourth grade classroom of Bailong Primary School. He wears glasses and his face is covered with tiny sweat.

"Hello everyone, starting from today, I am your Chinese teacher and your class teacher!" As soon as his voice fell, the classroom was noisy, and the students all lowered their voices and whispered.

"Teacher, why are you wearing a girl's red skirt?" A classmate raised his hand, got the teacher's permission and stood up to ask.

The classroom is full of laughter. The teacher nodded to the classmate to sit down, then looked at the children and said, "Is there a rule that men can't wear red clothes?" Red represents enthusiasm and vitality. The color of our national flag is red, which was dyed red by revolutionary martyrs with blood. Therefore, red is not the only color for girls. If boys like it, they can try it boldly. "

He turned around and wrote the word "Wang" neatly with chalk. Then he faced the audience, adjusted his glasses and said, "This is my name. Raise your hand if you know these three words! "

The students looked at each other with embarrassment. The bold classmate finally raised his hand. The teacher asked him to read it out loud. He read word for word and couldn't help laughing. The teacher still praised the classmate, saying that he was courageous and accurate in pronunciation.

"The name is originally called, which contains the best wishes of parents. Abroad, children can call their parents by their first names. Of course, our country is still relatively conservative in this respect because of different cultural habits. However, you can usually call me by my first name. I don't mind. I'm only a few years older than you. I'm no better than you. We can make progress together. There must be many of you who are more promising than me in the future. In class, we have a teacher-student relationship. Privately, I hope we can be friends ... "

This is the scene of teacher Wang's first day of class. Such a speech was so fresh to us at that time! At that time, our understanding of the outside world was mainly achieved through the village radio and the only 14 inch black and white TV set. Although thirty years have passed, I still remember many things at that time.

That year, Mr. Wang had just finished taking the college entrance examination. Because he didn't do well in the exam, he entrusted someone to find a teaching job and became a rural teacher. A high school graduate is not common today, but in those days, he was a learned man in the eyes of the villagers, and it was a great thing that a village could produce one or two.

Teacher Wang often says that Chinese is the foundation, and only by learning Chinese well can we better understand other subjects. Sometimes, he will have a whim, exchange roles with students, let students be teachers on stage, and he will sit at the bottom and listen. In his speech, he is particularly good at association. He will associate a Chinese character with its homophones, homophones and synonyms, and associate a word with English spelling, chemical molecular expressions and so on. He outlined a three-dimensional knowledge space for us, as if taking us into a natural cave. We are overwhelmed by all kinds of strange pictures, which greatly stimulate our interest in the unknown world.

In order to arouse everyone's enthusiasm for learning Chinese, he insisted on setting aside a self-study time every afternoon to read the fairy tales of Andersen and Green and some excellent compositions to his classmates. At that time, we were all looking forward to that afternoon coming soon. The sunshine outside the window lazily shines into the classroom. He paced and read aloud affectionately. Sound collides with walls, glass, tables and chairs through the air, forming natural reverberation. We are fascinated, imagining ourselves as an ugly duckling for a while and a frog prince for a while. After listening to every story, he would ask some questions, such as "Who unveiled the emperor's new clothes first?" "Why can't Cinderella stay at the dance until midnight?" Wait, the enthusiasm of the students to raise their hands to answer questions is unprecedented. Even the last three rows of "big boys" who are the least fond of answering questions at ordinary times have joined the queue, striving for the opportunity to answer first.

Although the story is nice, when it comes to writing a composition, everyone will inevitably nod their heads. Teacher Wang said, why do you find writing difficult? It is because of writing less that the organizational ability of written language is not strong. If from now on, keep a diary every day and pay attention to collecting materials at ordinary times. After a month, those who have not improved their writing ability can come to me. I wonder if other students have taken the teacher's words seriously. All I know is that I bought a thick diary for this. I can write a few paragraphs on big and small issues, and I also prepared a collection of materials. Whoever says a philosophical thing, I'll write it down. Strangely, at that time, my composition got a high score of 890 almost every time, and it was often circulated as a model essay by my classmates. In order to know more about Chinese characters, I spent a long time copying all the Chinese characters in a Xinhua dictionary, including traditional Chinese characters and variant Chinese characters, and leafed through them whenever I had nothing to do. In order to increase my vocabulary, I asked my father to help me buy a dictionary of idioms for students. Every time I write a composition, I use it while learning.

After learning rhetoric, the teacher encouraged us to use metaphors in our composition to increase the vividness of the article. Once, I wrote a letter to my teacher, which was about Miss Wang. When describing his appearance, I wrote: "His eyes are very small, hidden behind the lens, like two dates paste". So, Mr. Wang circled the word paste with a red pen, corrected it to "nuclear" and pronounced "Hu". This incident was later ridiculed by my father, saying that my metaphor was inappropriate and I should not use jujube stones to describe my teacher. I am extremely ashamed, but I feel the kindness and particularity of Mr. Wang.

In addition to daily new words, words and compositions, Chinese homework also includes large and small characters, which is what we often call brush strokes. The big characters are written in the big sheepfold, and the small characters are written in the small wolf fold. Even when facing the calligraphy frame, many students complained repeatedly. As long as they have a pen in their hand, they feel drunk, stagger and shake. They had torn four or five pieces of paper before finishing a line, and then accidentally got ink on their fingers, cuffs and cheeks. In a hurry, they can really make people cry. I'm different. It seems that you can smell ink from birth, and it is also very interesting to write. At that time, my classmates and I went to Zhang Yuzhu.

His homework, large and small, is often praised by teachers because it is neatly written. The teacher specially bought all kinds of colored paper and arranged for us to write a learning garden and various slogans at the back of the classroom, which further stimulated my interest in calligraphy. Then I went crazy and wrote in ink everywhere. Behind doors and windows, on earth walls, on brick piles, on tung trees at home ... all the places where I can write are so dense and dark that I am like a ghost.

On the eve of the exam, in order to ease everyone's nervousness, Mr. Wang specially brought his favorite harmonica to the classroom and played songs such as Journey to the West "Dongfanghong" for everyone. Everyone listened eagerly, but the teacher refused: everything has a limit, and after that, it is too late. After school that day, I dug out an old harmonica used by my uncle and proudly showed it to several classmates. They looked at me enviously: "You play one!" " "So I imitated Mr. Wang's posture of playing the harmonica and pretended to play it, but the noise was harsh. I looked at the harmonica doubtfully: I'm afraid it's broken. Another classmate snatched it from me and blew it. It was still a terrible noise, so we had to give it up. A few years later, I finally taught myself how to play a sweet melody like Miss Wang with my flute and harmonica.

Happy times always fly by. After studying with us for two semesters, Mr. Wang transferred to another school, and I was promoted to Grade Five with other students.

For the next thirty years, we never met again.

However, I thought of Miss Wang more than once. Today, I am still not excellent, but I am worthy of being a teacher. I win respect with labor, and I face challenges with optimism. The teacher's influence on me may have become a part of my life, flowing in my blood. Over the years, I have moved to many industries and tried various jobs, but since then I have never given up what I love. Maybe this is fate, you can't get rid of it, and finally you are at its mercy.

At the beginning of this year, I accidentally found the name of Mr. Wang in an online agricultural news. In order to confirm whether the person in the news is himself or not, I watched it several times and sent the video screenshots to my classmate Zhang Yuzhu who is far away in Hunan. He said with great certainty that this is Mr. Wang. Yes, although his hair is thinner and fatter than before, his voice and expression have not changed. With the help of the omnipotent internet, I inquired about the teacher's recent situation. I learned from an enthusiastic netizen in their village that Mr. Wang and his lover have run kindergartens and custody classes in the village in recent years, and planted more than ten acres of orchards at home, becoming a famous local fruit tree expert.

I am happy for my teacher. He has always been an optimistic person and has always influenced people around him with his optimism. Maybe I should go and see my teacher. How many thirty years are there in life? It's good to hear his stories over the years, at least for me, it may be a new inspiration.