Rain and dew moisten the heart-a fragment of junior high school life

In junior high school, I was really happy. Learning is voluntary, teachers don't force it, and our rural parents know nothing about ideals and prospects. In the eyes of parents, as long as they are not hungry, they are frozen. In short, everything is led and arranged by us as students.

The Chinese teacher who teaches us is a fresh graduate of the county high school, not much older than us. Students in those days could not learn anything at school. Even our junior high school students often go to the countryside to support agriculture and learn agriculture in the production team. I remember there is a passage in the Chinese textbook Three Revolutionary Martyrs, one of which was written by Li Dazhao. I can't remember today's topic. Before teaching this text, the teacher introduced it enthusiastically. We were deeply intoxicated with the new knowledge, and quietly listened to the teacher's demonstration reading: "The first of the three poems of revolutionary martyrs was written by Li Dazhao (biography, pingsheng). Let's read it with the teacher ..." In this lesson, we learned to add a sharp knife to the golden character to read the biography (pingsheng). We trust our Chinese teacher and admire him very much. Everything our Chinese teacher says and does is not wrong in our eyes. Even if it is wrong, we do not want to correct it. What's more, we didn't know at that time that our Chinese teacher was really wrong.

For a while, our biology teacher was transferred to a school in the county. A substitute teacher came to teach us temporarily, who is said to be a relative of the principal's family in our school. We are afraid of the headmaster. He always walks around the campus arm in arm, scolding students who make small mistakes from time to time. Some of our students may have learned to hate my dog after applying idioms, and naturally turn a blind eye to the new substitute teacher. Coupled with this gentleman's interesting opening remarks, it is not difficult to imagine what the future class will be like. I clearly remember that opening remark, which was not only a joke that made people laugh, but also left a deep warning for me after I became a teacher.

The teacher is a substitute teacher. Maybe he was standing in the field yesterday, tending the corn seedlings at jointing stage, but now he has come to school, and his body is soaked with the thick smell of dry tobacco, which is a symbol that he will never wave away. After class, the teacher introduced himself wonderfully. He said: "I am a new teacher, and some questions are very unfamiliar. I hope to get the help of my classmates. " I know that all the students can listen to the teacher's earnest (constant, flat voice) teaching, because most of them came all the way (Zhao, flat voice) to study, and they will not live up to the good times ... "As for what I said later, I can't remember clearly, but I remember the laughter at that time, which made the teacher foggy.

Later, in the third grade, I changed my Chinese teacher. Is a prospective college student, admitted to the university, but was disqualified because of composition problems. Innocent and simple, we are still attached to the Chinese teacher who pronounced "Zhao" as "Sichuan" before, because she always follows our temper and never goes against our wishes. Gradually, we forgot the Chinese teacher bit by bit, and were completely inspired by the new teacher and devoted to the intense study. Moreover, we have more and more respect and admiration for the new teacher. From then on, I really understood a truth: it is impossible to please people only by grandstanding without real talent and learning; Knowledge is the last word.

The new Chinese teacher saw that our Chinese characters were almost crooked, and some students always read big white characters, so they told us jokes and urged us to strengthen the training of literacy and writing. She said: A man named Shan Guo Rui went to the hospital to see a doctor, and the doctor prescribed that he needed an injection; Mr. Shan goes to the ward. I'm glad to see it's my turn And the nurse shouted another person's name: Dan, take a deep breath! Mr. Shan was cheated: How can I call others in my turn? Why is the injection still carried out through the back door? The nurse shouted for a long time, but no one answered. At this time, the doctor came over and pointed to Mr. Shan, saying that it was him. After the doctor left, the nurse was anxious and said, "Why don't you agree?" Mr. Shan said: My name is Shan, not Dan. The nurses were unhappy and said, "What's the matter? Just this name. " This is a joke with no accomplishment. There is also a joke about writing. A man named Zhang Yuepo went to the hospital for an injection ("Zhang Yuepo" is such a poetic name! ), wrote a doctor's prescription, gave it to the nurse, and then waited in line for an injection. It's my turn, but I heard another name. The nurse shouted, Open your stomach. It turned out that the doctor made a mistake and divided the poetic Moon Slope into two parts. If the nurse is busier, she calls it "belly-opening". We laugh, but we are also reflecting and making progress.

After graduating from junior high school, I entered the normal school; Four years later, I also became a teacher. In my first few days as a teacher, I often think of those fragments of junior high school life, so I understand the profound connotation of being a teacher and make it more clear that as a nation, I can learn and use my own national language well.

Junior high school life is full of happiness, distress, confusion and sadness. Too many emotions are integrated, and the short junior high school life becomes simple and complicated, which makes people worry and unforgettable.

Going to junior high school means that I have grown up. Now I am not the "little princess" or "little master" that everyone loves to protect. It means that I have my own ideas and freedom, and I am no longer a person who only listens to my parents and has no opinions. Although there is freedom, life is out of control; Although I have grown up, there are some things I can't do by myself.

In the past, it was natural and easy for teachers to help solve any difficulties in school. Learning is not very urgent, even if you can't control yourself, at least you have strict parents around you. Being pampered at home, paying no attention to anything, and having parents around. Life is orderly.

But in junior high school, everything naturally changed. It's like entering a strange world. Small things are solved by themselves at school. The school is also very nervous and has a lot of homework. When I can't control myself, my parents won't care too much. Because they think they should learn to be conscious when they go to junior high school. At home, she is not the spoiled "little princess" she used to be. You should pay attention to everything yourself, because they say you should have your own opinions when you grow up. In this way, junior high school life is spent in chaos. There is no order in daily life.

In junior high school life, when I meet something that makes people feel distressed, the sad thing always tears myself. Always smile in front of classmates and pretend to be strong. In fact, laughter just hides my sad side. Now I understand the meaning of "tears in laughter". Because I didn't have my parents' spacious shoulders before, when I was in pain, my shoulders were like a warm stove, just like Stray Kids found home. But now, I have no home to go back to. I only cry when I am sad. Now I have no shoulder to lean on. Because the person leaning on that shoulder is the old me.

Everyone says that life in junior high school is free and easy. I naturally look forward to enjoying junior high school life one day when I grow up. We won't know until we get it. It turns out that the price of freedom is sadness. This price is too high and too painful. I can't react at the moment.

When I am depressed, I always think of everything before. I think as long as I get good grades, my parents will naturally love me more. But when I told them everything at school, they just said "work hard". Then they go to work. I am even angrier at their indifference. I have been thinking to myself: Maybe my parents just want to use that kind of disdainful extension to make me pay more attention to them and attract them with learning. So,

Life in junior high school has left countless pains and joys. Pain is short-lived, happiness is permanent. This is what I have always believed.

Perhaps in your junior high school life, there have been countless ups and downs.

For my former self, junior high school life is a mysterious cotton yarn. I always want to reveal its true colors and see the surprises inside. But now it is open, but it has brought a lot of distress, confusion, happiness, sadness and so on. This surprise is really unacceptable to me in an instant. But it still comes like a flood, and I can't go back if I want to. Maybe this will make me remember and relive my junior high school life more.

A fragment of my junior high school life

2009-03- 15 18:57

When I was in junior high school, I was the first in my class in a private middle school. So the teacher put me and a boy on a table. His name is Jiang, and he is a boy who doesn't study very well. But he's nice and humorous. At first, I didn't talk to him much. This seems to be a common problem at that time. Those students who don't care much about their poor academic performance may be due to the imperfection of the whole social education system. Talk to the teacher's usual attitude. He sometimes asks me questions, but I always ignore them. If I talk to him, he seems very happy. Later, when we met, he said to me, you know, I was a little afraid of you at that time! You are moping all day, as if everyone else owes me money. But, he said, later I found that you are happy to laugh at the person you like, but you are a little bad-tempered with the person you don't like. Maybe I like to laugh from that time, because I am a person who can't hide my mind, so only laughing can cover up some feelings.

Actually, I don't know how to define my relationship with him. I like him, but I don't seem to. So why do I sometimes think, after all these years, how is he now?

At that time, I was particularly addicted to young and dangerous guys in Ekin Cheng, so I was particularly curious about young gangsters and so-called Jianghu. It started when my classmate learned that he was a punk. I want to know his thoughts and his living conditions. So our relationship became a little close, so that the teachers thought I was puppy love and came to talk to me one by one.

He said to me, you know, the teacher called me today and asked me not to affect your study. I said no, you didn't affect me, but you satisfied my curiosity about a different world.

Maybe because of this, the teacher separated us. He was transferred to the last table, but it is not surprising to sit in the last row at his 1.78 height. On the contrary, when he started to sit in the third row with me, someone in the class was passing it around, and their family gave the teacher a gift.

Soon after he was put in the back row, he was going to transfer to another school. At that time, he mentioned something to me, and I thought he just said it casually and didn't take it to heart. Unexpectedly, a few days later, his parents drove to school to transfer him. I didn't know at the time, so I was a little angry later. Why didn't he come to say goodbye to me?

When I graduated from junior high school, I met a boy who started as a special train player. He asked me, did Jiang contact you? I said no. He told me that before he left, he asked me to help you if someone should bully you. I was very moved at that time. After all, he still remembers me a little, doesn't he?

Now sometimes I think about it. No other boys will interrupt me when I study at night and say, hey, do you think I'm handsome? No boy will say that I am not handsome after I answer, but others will praise me for being handsome! Actually, I want to say that you were really handsome at that time. But in order not to let your tail go to heaven, I answer against my will that you are not handsome!

Now I miss the boy who will teach me to sing Cantonese songs, and I miss the boy who will giggle at me. Miss the boy who will say, "Hey, do you have a cold in your throat again?". Why do you sing so badly? "I also miss the boy who will write his name together and write it to me very smelly and artistically.

However, that boy has disappeared from my life, I think forever! Because the possibility of our life intersection is too small, but I want to tell him that no matter where you live on the earth, there is always a girl who is willing to bless you and hope your life is happy!

Perhaps the reason why memories become beautiful is because people always remember the best things and filter out the bad ones with time filters, so people always say good memories, yes, memories are really beautiful in my eyes!

I hope people who have participated in my life will be happy!

Carefree pupils have left me, and I have entered middle school. Junior high school life has brought me into a brand-new world. In this new world, I can experience the fun of learning again.

Junior high school life is not only fun, but also bitter. Let me talk about what happened in my junior high school life.

Once, my math strength was unexpectedly tested. Faced with my exam results, I was at a loss. I thought to myself: Why did I do so badly in the exam? Why did others do so well in the exam? Why can't I do better than those people? Am I inferior to them? It's impossible. I must surpass them. I can do it, believe in myself! So, I carefully analyzed the test paper and found out my mistakes. I got excellent results in the last exam.

When I am on duty, I work hard every day and deal with dust all day. But I'm happy. Because it makes me realize the taste of labor and the difficulty of labor.

Another time, my pen was "used up" and I didn't know how to take notes in class. When my deskmate found it, she immediately took out a pen from the pencil case and lent it to me without saying anything. I was very moved at that time. Just when I was at a loss, she helped me without hesitation. Although it is just an ordinary pen, it represents the friendship, harmony and mutual assistance between students.

In junior high school life, even an ordinary little thing has its own significance. These things recorded our colorful junior high school life, which made our junior high school life more colorful and made us deeply appreciate the fun of learning.

These are some small things in my junior high school life. There are both pains and joys in these things. They allocate junior high school life. Let's remember the memorial they left us. This will be a beautiful photo album!

In fact, the floating world used to gather and disperse, so how can there be a banquet that never ends? Just ask for a pot of turbid wine to meet each other, and the rest are a joke!

-inscription

I will walk gently, just as I come gently. Three years have passed quietly, gathering is still yesterday, and parting is just around the corner. Three years of life, colorful, let me unforgettable!

Ode to spring

I still remember when I first entered school, I was still a childish urchin, and I came to a brand-new school and class with the unique childishness and shyness of that age. I am faced with brand-new classmates and teachers ... because I am afraid of students, I dare not talk to new classmates, I don't understand classes and I dare not ask teachers. As a result, I failed the first junior high school exam. Afterwards, the teacher talked to me; The students invited me to participate in activities, talking and laughing ... gradually, I opened my heart and began to accept and integrate into the class. It sprinkled the brightness and brilliance of spring in my heart, and the purple flowers everywhere and the green flowers in the garden made me feel the warmth like spring.

Love summer

So many "celebrities" in the class! Especially those "clown", in their spare time, they will always make trouble for a while. Among them, Mr. B is a "celebrity" among "celebrities". He is a natural "optimist" with a thin head and looks like a monkey. When he begins to speak, he is sure to make people laugh. Once, Mr. B solemnly asked me a front table: "Little A, have you ever seen a reversible dining table?" Little A was puzzled and asked, "Why do you ask this?" Unexpectedly, Mr. B suddenly said, "I said, man, you must have seen it." Isn't your father a carpenter? " Please help me ask your father to make one for me, so that I can open my eyes. It doesn't matter how much money you have ... "As he spoke, a funny smile appeared on his face, which caused all the students in Fiona Fang Wuli around Mr. B to laugh over the table. However, thanks to them, our class is as energetic as summer.

melancholy autumn thoughts

In the afternoon, the sun was like fire, scorching the earth in midsummer. The steamer-like classroom is unusually quiet. Students are working tirelessly, and I am also working hard to write papers. Suddenly, a difficult problem blocked my way. I can't think of a solution to this problem. I'm sweating with anxiety. I don't know what to do. The "little doctor" in our class saw it and quickly came to help me solve it. He took pains to explain to me again and again until I understood. I was just about to thank him, but he has been helping others solve problems in his seat ... I think our efforts will surely bear fruitful results in that golden autumn!

Hope in winter

Hanging in the sky is loneliness; What falls on the earth is silence-winter. The white snow can't erase the sad traces brought by the residual winter. Looking back on the past days, we have been together for three years and have been classmates for three years. There are joys and sorrows, sour and sweet ... There are countless mixed footprints on campus. I remember that Teacher C once wrote me a sentence: "The process of growing up is bitter, but we don't need to be afraid, because there will always be spring after the severe winter, so let's sail and sail for a promising tomorrow." Yes, winter has come, can spring be far behind? I hope each of us has a happy ending.

Three years, like colorful seasons and melodious songs-

"Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze helps the flute, and the sunset is over the mountain ... "

-P.S.