How can a good teacher be "talented"

My Chinese teacher in junior high school, surnamed Li, is an ugly little old man with simple clothes.

In the first class, he calmly walked onto the platform in our eyes of surprise and expectation. Then, he slowly turned around and began to smile. At this time, the wrinkles on his face began to ripple. This is our Chinese teacher? Such an ugly little old man! I kind of ignored him.

At that time, I was basically a scum, the kind that the teacher turned a blind eye to. Once, I wrote a composition in the composition class, and I looked sad. I didn't know what writing was, so I wouldn't write. I am leafing through Chinese textbooks there. Suddenly I saw an article called "A pair of white sneakers" at the back of the textbook. When I saw it, I thought it was really good, so I copied it into the text, thinking it was written by myself, and I firmly believed that the teacher would not know. After I handed it in with satisfaction, I waited for the teacher's high score and the applause of my classmates.

In the second week of composition class, the composition book was handed out. I look forward to it very much. Watching the class representatives attack the text everywhere, it's finally mine. I seem to see the teacher's high score and the envious eyes and applause of my classmates. As soon as I opened the composition book, my eyes almost froze: I just passed. "ah! That's all you gave me? Will the teacher finally read the composition? " I'm holding my composition book, with my hips crossed, and I'm shouting in class. Suddenly, my deskmate pushed me a few times. I want to get sick. Why did you touch me? You have no idea how well I wrote this article! My deskmate gave me a wink and motioned me to look at the blackboard. I looked up, damn it! It's over! It's over! It's over! The Chinese teacher is writing on the blackboard. He must have engraved everything I just said in his heart. I was immediately like a balloon punctured by a needle-it was flat. I hung my head and blushed, waiting for the teacher's storm. One second, two seconds, three seconds ... a minute or two passed, and the teacher did not move. I looked up uneasily. I saw Mr. Li turn around slowly, still smiling, and the sun jumped on his gray hair through the window. After a while, he smiled slowly and said, "One of my classmates copied the composition and thought I didn't know. Hey hey ... "He talks like a naive child. He turned around with a smile and continued to write on the blackboard. My teacher will settle accounts after the fall, but nothing happens.

There is also a class to learn "two children arguing about Japan", which is our first contact with ancient Chinese. Like me, I have studied modern Chinese, but I still have ancient Chinese, which is simply impossible. The teacher suddenly asked the students the meaning of a word and asked it twice. I looked around the classroom, but there was no answer. Maybe god knows what this means. I don't know if you ask me. But at that time, each of us had a green book with ancient Chinese annotations, all the words and all the sentences translated. The teacher asked again. Still an answer. No. I think, what did those students who studied well do? Why didn't anyone raise their hand? I thought it was all in the book. I slowly raised my hand and answered the meaning of the word weakly. I heard the teacher praise me, as if to say that I was clever. I was encouraged a little, although it was not a difficult problem, and I didn't need to think about it. I just read it in a book. But I'm still a little happy to be praised. After a while, the teacher asked the meaning of another word. Still no one answered, and I raised my hand to answer. Anyway, I don't think anyone will raise their hand, so I will raise my hand and scream if I want to. Unexpectedly, the teacher woke me up again and was praised again. He said that I answered questions positively. I suddenly felt like a sail in that class, and the boat that answered the question couldn't stay. Answered three questions in a row and was praised three times. Later, he bought us prizes himself. He said that although it was worthless, it represented his heart and encouragement. I still remember what teacher Li wrote to me in that palm-sized notebook, "May you water the flowers of wisdom with hard work." From then on, I fell in love with Chinese, and my enthusiasm and interest in learning Chinese were suddenly ignited. After graduating from college, I got the first place in Chinese in the city's teacher recruitment examination and successfully entered the ranks of people's teachers.

A good teacher, with such a broad mind, can laugh at students' ignorance, recklessness and offense; A good teacher does not lie in his erudition and superb teaching skills, but in his ability to wake up children, encourage them, ignite their enthusiasm and interest in learning and benefit them for life.

When I was in junior high school, I met Miss Li, who made me grateful for my whole life, and another teacher who made me very sad. He is my head teacher, surnamed Tian, who teaches mathematics. He has a vivid nickname-"Old cloudy day". I have never seen him smile for four years in junior high school. He only tells cold jokes in class occasionally when he is drunk, but he never laughs. After graduating from college, I went back to my hometown for junior high school internship. He is still teaching at my alma mater, but he has retired to do logistics. I will still respect him when I see him, or I will call him tian teacher, but I have no gratitude in my heart, just like meeting a familiar stranger.

At that time, I studied well at the same table and was represented in math class. Family conditions are good, parents are workers and father is the deputy director. I remember my deskmate told me that the class teacher told her that she was going to fail the exam and went drinking with her father. In a self-study class, I study hard there. My deskmate chattered and laughed with the boy in front of me for a long time. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I shouted at my deskmate, "Big brother, big brother, stop it!" " My voice did not fall, she smiled and stopped talking to the boy in front. I feel smug in my heart and think my speech is quite useful! "Zhao Hong! Hurry home if you don't study! " The head teacher stood at the door and looked at me angrily, his eyes shining with the light that could kill people. He said word for word, my name and the word "roll" are particularly hard, as if playing a long-suppressed force of the universe. For more than twenty years, every time I think about it, it makes me shudder. I looked straight at the front door of the classroom and tried to bump into it. Tears of injustice welled up in my eyes.

At that time, my family was poor, and my mother's hard work and love for me aroused my determination to forge ahead. For a time, I "turned a deaf ear to what was going on outside the window and only read the sage books". The grade improved from the last in the class to 16. I'm glad to see my progress. I hope I can get encouragement and praise from my teacher. Certificates will be issued during the Spring Festival. Even 20 students have certificates of various names, and I have nothing. Half the students in the school should stay to take the exam. According to the total score, I am definitely in the range of staying. I hope I can stay, not only for myself, but also to make my mother happy. But I was sent home because I was not good at math, and the students behind me stayed for the exam only because I was good at math. Since then, my self-motivation has been greatly reduced and my grades have dropped again. During the four years he taught me, I studied hard. Thanks to the encouragement of my Chinese teacher Miss Li and my physics teacher Miss Wan, I didn't fall into the abyss of death.

Now I am a Chinese teacher. How important it is to put aside prejudice, treat every student fairly, encourage and praise students more! This will enable him to set sail again even if he falls n times in the storm of learning. Now, I always feel that besides the responsibility of imparting knowledge, there are other intangible but heavy things on my shoulders. Not knowledge, but more important than knowledge. Knowledge can make you know the world, but education can make you wake up, know yourself, develop yourself and become a better self.

Teaching seriously and educating people cautiously. I dare not say that I am a good teacher, but I will try to be a good teacher.