How to understand the lyrics: "teacher, teacher, are you asleep?"

Lyrics: The evening breeze gently blows the white waves in Penghu Bay, chasing the beach. There is no coconut grove. The sunset is just a sea blue sitting on the low wall in front of the door, thinking over and over again. There are two and a half footprints on the beach at dusk. That's my grandmother holding my hand on crutches and walking towards the warm afterglow of Penghu Bay. A footprint is laughter and a string of laughter that killed a lot of time until the night engulfed us on the way home. My grandmother's Penghu Bay has many childhood fantasies of sunshine, beaches, waves and cacti, as well as an old captain's Penghu Bay. My grandmother's Penghu Bay has many childhood fantasies, including sunshine, beaches, waves and cacti. There is also an extended information of an old captain, Grandma's Penghu Bay, which is based on the story of Pan Anbang's childhood in Penghu with his grandparents and grandchildren. This is the first time that singer Ye Jiaxiu has written lyrics and composed music for Pan Anbang. This is a beautiful and lyrical campus song, which expresses admiration for the lovely home of beautiful grandmother Penghu Bay in a lyrical style, and also evokes memories of a beautiful childhood. This song is Gongdiao and has a two-part structure. The first part of the song slowly enters from the bass area, and the tune is smooth. The sixth jump in the third paragraph makes the song full of motion, which reminds people of walking on the familiar beach when they were young, leaving vivid scenes step by step, and expressing their admiration for beautiful homeland. Write 500 words on the topic that the teacher is sorry. Hurry up! Go, go, go! ! ! ! ! Teacher, I'm sorry. After the mid-term exam in Zhang Dandan, my heart was very heavy. Teacher, I'm sorry. Not because of poor grades, but because I did something wrong, an irreversible thing. How I want to say "I'm sorry, teacher, please forgive me!" in front of Teacher Yin. "After Thursday morning 10, we entered a tense English exam. The invigilator used to be Mr. Wang, who taught us physical education. Now the boys in our class can be proud. Usually, they blow their beards and stare at Mr. Wang on the physical education class, but the teacher ignores them and they still smile at the boys. In this exam, I think the students must have frosted the eggplant-what's the matter? When the exam started, the whole classroom was quiet. What I saw was the figure of students writing, and all I heard was the "hissing" sound of the pen tip on the paper. After 20 minutes, many students finished their answers, and now they are on pins and needles. Whispering in the classroom, I don't know what to discuss The pupils wrote "Sorry, teacher". Teacher Wang loves the computer on the intercom. Sometimes he is too loud, so he comes down for a walk and studies the computer. At this time, activist Wang Di was busy cutting his eraser. He tore it into pieces. I don't know what he was doing. After a while, he and Zhou Xinyu started a rubber war. Rubber meteor guns are flying around in the classroom, and it is impossible to tell who threw them. Many students were innocently attacked by meteor cannons, and this unexpected troublesome eraser actually hit me red-handed. Willy-nilly, I took the rubber crumbs handed me by my deskmate and fought back. In this way, I was unconsciously involved in the battle. I didn't realize that I was in big trouble until two classmates scuffled over throwing erasers. After the exam, I saw the gentle eyes of teacher Yin, the head teacher, and felt that I had two needles in my heart. Is this what a mid-team leader should do? How could I do such a ridiculous thing? Will the teacher feel cold because of this? Will she stop trusting me? If so, then I ... I dare not think about it any more. I'm really afraid of losing the trust of teachers and classmates. Teacher, I'm sorry, I really let you down. I didn't do my duty as a squadron leader. I'm really sorry, but I still ask you to forgive me. I'll do my best. It won't happen again. [Teacher, I'm sorry] Leave a message with the article: What is failure? Nothing, just a step closer to success; What is success? That is, after all the roads leading to failure, there is only one road left, and that is the road to success. Write a composition on the topic "Excuse me, teacher". If you don't write carefully in class, communicate with the teacher attentively and express your thoughts. First, talk about things first. I know my suggestion is difficult for you, because what I put forward. Second, explain your original intention and motivation. Third, blame yourself (maybe you are not thoughtful and mature enough, you are too one-sided, too impulsive, and your thinking is too simple. Fourth, advise teachers not to be too sad and not to blame themselves too much. Fifth, sincerely apologize again. You can write 1000 words with this structure. I believe the teacher will not be so stingy. It is also good to write a letter to show your attitude and comfort the teacher. I can see that you are a very caring person. Anyway, take out your sincere heart ... write something touching ... but don't use flowery language, then beg for it ... and finally attach the signatures of the whole class ... It's better to have more teachers have a heart-to-heart talk, buy some gifts ... Don't be too extravagant ... The most important thing is classroom discipline ... It's best to communicate with followers ... It seems that you are a very He not only teaches us knowledge, but also pays attention to our character. He is a unique teacher who works late into the night every time. He always tries his best to help us for our sake. Especially me, in the eyes of teachers, I am a student who still needs exercise, and in the eyes of classmates, I am a poor student. My head teacher is such a good teacher. Our whole class respects him. And admire him. I can make many mistakes. But the teacher forgives me every time, and I still make mistakes again and again. Teachers always patiently educate me, observe me and protect me. As long as the head teacher is in the place, I feel so practical. Teacher, we love you. Everything you give will always pay off. Teacher, thank you for forgiving me again and again. Teacher, I'm sorry, I always make you angry and I'm always undisciplined. Teacher, you are my ideal ship. Teacher, you ... Student: Teacher XXX, I'm sorry. Sorry, teacher! I once wrote a composition in the composition book and poured out all my dissatisfaction with you. Now I finally understand: beating is kissing, scolding is love. Now I finally understand your difficulty, and I also understand the feeling of hating iron and not producing steel. As an educator, you certainly hope that the students you teach will make a difference in a certain aspect, but we often disobey and make no progress, which makes you very angry. " Sorry, I can't control my anger, and the teacher can't criticize you. "At this moment, I still remember your heartfelt words in my heart. I wonder if my impression of you has changed since that moment. You are not as impersonal as I thought, but you are serious. You have done your duty to us. You scold us to scare us so that you can concentrate on your study. If you hadn't become a class cadre, maybe I would never understand your heart ... I'm sorry, teacher, but now I take back what I said. I know I shouldn't feel that way about you. I know I am blind and superficial, and I have never really understood your inner feelings. Now I have become mature, knowing the hardships of being a teacher and the respect of being a student. Teacher, I want to say: "I'm sorry, please forgive my naivety!" "Write a 448-word composition entitled Teacher, I'm sorry. Nature is here. Ma Beibei, Class 2, Grade 6, Sino-Japanese Friendship Primary School, Anxin County, Hebei Province, is the season for Chun Yan to peck mud and spit out new flowers. Our spring tour bus is heading for Cuihua Mountain. Outside the window, as far as the eye can see, the green sea ripples slightly, and the yellow sails in the sea are raised high. It makes people feel that everything is so fresh and quiet. Occasionally, one or two figures will add some vitality to a huge picture. This is not a painting, this is nature. The green is the wheat field, and the yellow is the rape flower. Looking at this amazing huge picture, I really want the driver to stop, walk into that picture and feel the vastness of the world and his own smallness, but the trees outside the window fly backwards, as if to go for an outing elsewhere. Time passes silently, the road extends unconsciously, and the scenery on both sides changes in the process of marching. At this time, the car is driving on the highway with mountains on both sides. This mountain is like a sword. Although not towering, there are thousands of feet. Seeing such a steep rock for the first time, I thought, maybe this is the so-called towering bar, and I felt a sense of excitement and joy. What nature! Inadvertently, "the apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man", but here and now, it should be: the scenery on both sides of the strait is endless, and the car has passed Chung Shan Man. Cuihua Mountain arrived, and we began to climb the mountain. This mountain road is paved with stone steps, which is not difficult to climb, but it is also tiring enough. When I was out of breath and wanted to stop and have a rest, I found some unknown plants growing in every crack of the stone. At this moment, beside me, there is a small tree turning like the Big Dipper, trying to stick its head out through the cracks in the stone. The blooming bud shows the vitality of life, and my heart is not surprised: what a tenacious life! Then I wiped my sweat and continued to climb. When we climbed to the top of the mountain, we found that there were mountains outside. At this time, the top of the mountain has become a mountain at the foot of the mountain, beyond the mountain in the distance. Not green, not black, but an indefinable &; Amp is dark. I think maybe this is the so-called daisy. Not far ahead is Tianchi, when I watch it? Quot The word "Tianchi" suddenly dawned. Why is it called "Tianchi"? Tianchi Lake is surrounded by mountains, with rippling blue waves and breezy breezes. When you go boating in blue waves, you will feel relaxed and happy, which is very different from our moat. This is heaven and hell. Here we also went to several scenic spots such as "Stone Forest" and "Ice Cave". The strange adventure of this mountain is unique in the world (I think). Climbing stairs again, I don't think it's the top of the mountain. See, Fang? Quot One mountain is higher than the other, but the mountain is more handsome and higher. " The mountain is small and clear at a glance, and there is no extreme peak. How can you feel this way? "Mountain sky comes in late spring", the trees are green and the flowers are like brocade, and there are 10% dead leaves on the soil, which are soft and accompanied by a faint sound of sand. In this light sand, I came to the top of the mountain, which was small and windy. Facing the wind, the wind messed up my hair, and the wind blew up my skirt, gentle as a girl. Close my eyes, I am intoxicated with the beauty of nature ... On the way home, the sky is gray, the road is boundless, and the wind blows sand to build the ancient city. I thought about this situation ... composition, teacher, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to write your name. Many students have arranged a self-study class this afternoon: homework. But when the English teacher came, some students were secretly surprised. Unexpectedly, so many students are booing and shouting: it's time for self-study, it's time for self-study ... The teacher is puzzled and kindly comes to give them lessons and teach them knowledge, but how can they be so sensible? Stupidity-anger-heartache, I know it's hard for anyone. When the teacher slaps the table, that scary tone won't hurt us unless he is angry. The serious tone of our criticism: you think I'm going to give you a lesson? I wonder if it's comfortable to sit in an office? ..... still so messy, so don't understand. The teacher is really angry: go to study by yourself and write your other homework! Teach yourself! I'll never give you a class again! Come on, teach yourself! ..... surprisingly quiet, I wonder if they understand their mistakes, or are they satisfied? How many people ask the teacher to attend classes? No, not one. The teacher took a chair, sat in the front and looked at us. Is understanding; Sad; Or ... a classmate goes to ask the teacher a question. When he left, the teacher said, "Oh, slow down ..." His voice was low and trembling. Have you ever quietly shed tears in your heart? My heart is sour, should we also be considerate of the teacher? After class, the teacher slammed the door and left without saying a word. The class is boiling again. "The teacher is angry! ""homework is over! " "It is better to have an English class! "I'm angry. Why didn't anyone apologize? I am the monitor. I have to go. My sisters call me the other monitor. I went to the Chinese teacher's office first. I know she will help me. Knowing what we did wrong, we went to the English teacher's office. In front of the teacher's office, I laughed silly, funny? Wry smile? Or guilt? I went in and couldn't laugh anymore. I saw the teacher's appearance: holding a cup of boiling water in my hand to "warm up". Sour, guilty. " Sorry, teacher, we shouldn't make a scene (although I didn't make a scene). In fact, the students just want to do their homework, that's all. "The smiling face at ordinary times replaced by pretending not to care. It hurts. They are all from our class. Why can't we understand? "Ah, that's ok, the last self-study class was quite good, haha. Nothing, go and play! "It doesn't matter even if the teacher criticizes us, as long as it's not ... teacher, I'm sorry [teacher, I'm sorry] teacher, I'm sorry. After the mid-term exam in Zhang Dandan, my heart is very heavy. I'm sorry, teacher. Not because of poor grades, but because I did something wrong, an irreversible thing. How I want to say "I'm sorry, teacher, please forgive me!" in front of Teacher Yin. "After Thursday morning 10, we entered a tense English exam. The invigilator used to be Mr. Wang, who taught us physical education. Now the boys in our class can be proud. Usually, they blow their beards and stare at Mr. Wang on the physical education class, but the teacher ignores them and they still smile at the boys. In this exam, I think the students must have frosted the eggplant-what's the matter? When the exam started, the whole classroom was quiet. What I saw was the figure of students writing, and all I heard was the "hissing" sound of the pen tip on the paper. After 20 minutes, many students finished their answers, and now they are on pins and needles. Whispering in the classroom, I don't know what to discuss The pupils wrote "Sorry, teacher". Teacher Wang loves the computer on the intercom. Sometimes he is too loud, so he comes down for a walk and studies the computer. At this time, activist Wang Di was busy cutting his eraser. He tore it into pieces. I don't know what he was doing. After a while, he and Zhou Xinyu started a rubber war. Rubber meteor guns are flying around in the classroom, and it is impossible to tell who threw them. Many students were innocently attacked by meteor cannons, and this unexpected troublesome eraser actually hit me red-handed. Willy-nilly, I took the rubber crumbs handed me by my deskmate and fought back. In this way, I was unconsciously involved in the battle. I didn't realize that I was in big trouble until two classmates scuffled over throwing erasers. After the exam, I saw the gentle eyes of teacher Yin, the head teacher, and felt that I had two needles in my heart. Is this what a mid-team leader should do? How could I do such a ridiculous thing? Will the teacher feel cold because of this? Will she stop trusting me? If so, then I ... I dare not think about it any more. I'm really afraid of losing the trust of teachers and classmates. Teacher, I'm sorry, I really let you down. I didn't do my duty as a squadron leader. I'm really sorry, but I still ask you to forgive me. I'll do my best. It won't happen again. [Teacher, I'm sorry] Leave a message with the article: What is failure? Nothing, just a step closer to success; What is success? That is, after all the roads leading to failure, there is only one road left, and that is the road to success. The composition "Good teacher, good teacher" Good teacher! Just after a summer vacation, the new semester will come to us, and the first one is your holiday-Teacher's Day. You are often compared to a "red candle", which shines silently and makes people respect you enthusiastically. You always try your best to make learning a pleasure; You let us know how to be an honest child, give full play to our advantages and correct our shortcomings; You always care about our study and life. In the morning, when we were still on the road, you stood at the school gate and greeted us with a smile. At noon, we are hungry. You stand in the classroom and serve delicious food to our classmates. In the evening, when we came home from school happily, you were still assiduously correcting our homework line by line under the lamp. You are the person we will always trust. You let us know that no matter how noisy it is outside, in your class, we will find a kind of peace of learning, as well as tolerance, laughter and excitement ... Teacher, you are like a hard gardener, watering and fertilizing us all the time; You are like a selfless dedication melon vine, giving us sweet juice and leaving bitterness to yourself; Teacher, you are like ... you are like ... Some people say that the teacher is a ladder, supporting the mighty body with our tender feet and climbing higher and higher step by step; Some people say that teachers are candles, illuminating our way forward with immortal faith, reflecting our faces and constantly exploring! However, as students, our singing is not beautiful, our painting level is not high, and our poetry level is not good, so we can only leave our blessings and admiration on this piece of white paper. Bless you-teacher, I wish you good health and all the best! In this fruitful autumn, we have ushered in the 23rd Teachers' Day. When it comes, we sincerely wish all the teachers in the world a happy holiday and happiness. We hope that our greetings and blessings can smooth the wrinkles on the gardener's face, wipe off the slight frost on the gardener's temple and make the gardener's wise eyes shine forever! Being a teacher is an arduous task and a hard job. A teacher is like a red candle. Although the burning of red candle is short-lived, teachers can burn themselves to illuminate others' hearts forever, and it will last forever! Teacher, thank you for making us confident and able to surpass ourselves. What you have done proves to us that learning is happy, a key to the treasure house of wisdom and a road to a brilliant life! Thank you for always encouraging us. You always pay close attention to us when we try. Even if we fail, you won't laugh at us. When we have a little achievement, you will encourage us and lay a good foundation for our enterprising spirit. Every problem, discovery and experience you lead us through fascinates us, allowing us to see the flash of wisdom in the ocean of knowledge. Thank you, teacher. It is you who corrected our homework, how much sweat you spilled between our lines with blue ink, and how much effort you spilled between our lines with blue ink! When I see the corrected homework, I will think of you correcting homework in dim light! Time flies and the sun flies. Six years have passed in a blink of an eye, and your habits have not changed: in the morning, when the sky in your hometown is stained with the first line of rosy clouds, your figure has appeared on the campus forever; In the middle of the night, when the last insect sound stops in the grass in my hometown, your figure is accompanied by a faint light. Day after day, year after year, your wrinkles stretch and your temples are frosted, but your hearts are still so young and lively, never tired, and set sail. Red candle, your flickering candle is as swaying as your tired and thin body, but you are so in the eyes of students. Your tears have wetted your clothes. Do you know that in the eyes of students, it casts the most perfect sculpture under your feet? Dear teachers, although your light and heat are limited, it is your limited light and heat that blend together and light up the motherland! Thank you-teacher, thank you! My head teacher wrote 400 words about teachers. In my primary school career, I met many good teachers, some humorous, some kind, some strict ... and I was most impressed by Mr. Chen, who still echoes in my mind from time to time. He has bright eyes and shiny black hair. A pair of "ears", a high nose bridge, and a pair of glasses on the nose bridge. At first glance, his tall and powerful figure flashed in front of him. When I was in the fifth grade of primary school, a new teacher came to our class, that is, Mr. Chen who taught us Chinese. On the first day of school, "Ding" rang for a while, and the whole class returned to their seats. Some students are preparing stationery, and some students are talking about what a new teacher should be like. Just then, a tall figure appeared in our sight, and a "funny" scene happened at this time. Because the new teacher may not be familiar with the "terrain" of our classroom, he accidentally kicked the floor tile of the podium and almost fell down. Suddenly, the students couldn't help laughing, and Teacher Chen smiled at us. Then he introduced himself to everyone. He said, "My name is Chen Yi. You can call me Mr. Chen. I will teach you Chinese. " At this time, everyone thought of it; This teacher must be easy to get along with. After a while, the class began, and the students listened to Mr. Chen carefully, but I was thinking that I should give Mr. Chen some color to see see, because I was a "bad boy" in the class at that time. So when the teacher turned to write on the blackboard, I blew a few naughty whistles and thought, this time you know my "power"! Unexpectedly, Mr. Chen turned around and smiled and said to his classmates, "Classmates, did you just hear the whistle?" That came from Yan's classmate. How wonderful his whistle is! Everyone applauded him. "At this point, the eyes of the whole class are on me, but my face is warm, thinking, how can this new teacher know my name? What's even more strange is how did he hear that I exposed it? It is really a "windward ear". After a while, he continued his class without criticizing me. After class, I was called to the office by teacher Chen. I think: he didn't criticize me, but encouraged me. What does this mean? This is too bad. As soon as I arrived at the office, Mr. Chen kindly said to me, "The whistle you just blew is really nice, but please don't blow it in class." You can blow loudly when you are free. " I nodded, and then I walked out of the office. Since then, I have gradually got rid of the bad habit of whistling in class and my grades have improved. Under the unusual education of Mr. Chen, I have also changed from a "bad boy" to a good boy. After a while, we all became good friends with Mr. Chen. Sometimes when we are tired, he tells us jokes, which makes us feel much more relaxed. Sometimes he tells us stories, but Mr. Chen is sometimes very strict, but he never scolds us. Teacher Chen taught me for two years, during which I learned a lot, and he also paid a lot for us. On the day of primary school graduation, the whole class reluctantly left Mr. Chen. Walking out of the school gate, we saw Mr. Chen's eyes getting wet slowly, and my tears were spinning in her eyes. But I thought of what Mr. Chen said: Men bleed but don't shed tears, so I cheered up and stopped shedding tears, so Mr. Chen's figure slowly disappeared from my eyes. In my mind, Mr. Chen is an amiable teacher and a teacher who gives me special encouragement. Among the teachers I know, he is the most unforgettable. Teacher Chen, thank you for your hard work, my teacher! I hope I can help you. Please indicate the source for reprinting. Grandma's lyrics of Penghu Bay