Changchun: Write couplets in two years.

Whenever the Chinese New Year approaches, I wander in the crowded streets and wander in a pair of couplets full of festive atmosphere. At this time, I always recall something that I will never forget. Next semester to the fourth grade, near the end of the term. Occasionally, I mentioned the Chinese New Year with our Chinese teacher, Mr. Zhang, and told him with a smile that the Chinese New Year is getting more and more boring now, and the couplets are printed, which looks good but loses its truth and is boring! After listening to my words, Teacher Zhang did not immediately express his "high opinion" with great interest, but hesitated for a long time. When I was really impatient, he asked me slowly, "Do you like other people's calligraphy?" I paused, gave him a puzzled look, didn't know what he meant, and obediently replied, "I like it, but I don't like it." I am a standard literary youth! " He didn't pay attention to my actions, but said thoughtfully, "Well ..." Then he kicked me out and said, "Class is over, class is over, don't go! "On the way back to the classroom, I have been whispering in my heart, why does the teacher seem to feel strange today? I tried to ask him what was on his mind several times, but I swallowed it back. Don't want to just after school in the afternoon, teacher Zhang mysteriously called me aside and secretly stuffed me with a small wooden box, saying it was a small gift for me. I was about to open it when he stopped me. I just blinked and smiled cunningly, letting me go home and watch it again. Although I was curious, I still had to accept the "gift" in my schoolbag. When I got home, I dropped my shoes and rushed into the room to open the wooden box. After seeing the object clearly, my hand trembled-it was two rolled red papers. Carefully unfold, it turns out that the teacher wrote the couplet himself! I stared at the glossy paper and lost my mind slightly. Strong and straight through the back of the paper, ink sticks around the heart. Suddenly I feel that the paper in my hand is a thousand pounds, and my heart is full of five flavors. " People are not vegetation, how can they be ruthless? "Couplets make waves in my heart. I never imagined that Mr. Zhang was in a hurry to drive me away in order to get his brush and ink back from the calligraphy room. What's more, he didn't even sleep for a nap and went to buy me red paper. But to my surprise, Mr. Zhang, who is in charge of teaching three Chinese classes and two music classes, still remembers my casual jokes after such heavy work. Teachers are always so selfless, silently putting little care into our lives. You have irrigated the hearts of generation after generation with knowledge and love, and devoted yourself to cultivating national talents year after year. " Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. "Your proud black hair turned pale one by one, wrinkles crept up that once vibrant face, and your delicate fingers were covered with thick cocoons." It takes three generations to make a gentleman. You will never forget the kindness of inserting a willow. "I have always cherished those couplets. Perhaps, for others, it is just a pair of red and faded ink residue old couplets; But for me, this is a teacher's most common but greatest care for a student, and it is an invaluable treasure that money cannot measure.