Reflections on the composition of 150 after reading Dear Trumpeter

Qi Jun

At school, I was always a little scared and disgusted with the teacher in charge of student affairs. The dean of my middle school is Shen Mingxian Zeng. We put a vertical heart next to the word Zeng, which means salty and hateful, and everyone doesn't like it.

Teacher Shen is also our civics class. With the general emphasis on psychology of subjects other than Chinese, teachers who teach civics will naturally look at each other differently. But because he is the director of discipline, everyone has scruples.

On the first day of class, we held our breath and watched him enter the classroom, sitting quietly and listening attentively. He is wearing a navy blue straight wool tunic suit. Leather shoes were polished and clicked on the floor. Compared with China, a teacher wearing robes and cloth shoes, they are much more imposing and foreign. Before he spoke, he called the name, called a name, and looked up, as if he could remember you at once. After he called the roll, he began to speak: You must all know my name. I have another name. He turned around, wrote the words Shen on the blackboard, and then said that the vast sea is the seashore. My college teacher gave it to me, which means vast. I like this name very much.

I turned to look at Shen Qi at my deskmate. She wrote the word Hao Bin squarely in her notebook, but wrote the word trumpeter below, and quickly drew a sketch of a private trumpeter. Mr. Shen opened the textbook and closed it again. He said kindly that today is the first day of class. Let's talk casually. After a week of orientation, what else do you not understand about the school regulations? It looks very democratic.

Shen Qi immediately raised his hand and said, I have a question. Mr. Shen nodded, and Shen Qi stood up and said loudly: Excuse me, Mr. Shen, why do students who live on campus have to wear uniforms instead of school uniforms? Isn't that unfair?

Mr. Shen said with a smile, let me explain. Originally, uniforms were worn for uniformity. Of course, it is best for all students to wear school uniforms. However, in order to understand the students who live on campus, the school is too busy to even have time to wash and iron school uniforms; If you don't wash it often, your body will be untidy, so you will accommodate it. You don't have to wear a uniform except when there is a weekly meeting on Monday and Friday. Day students should show the spirit of the school outside the school. They must wear school uniforms. Fortunately, if they are dirty, they can be washed by their families.

What Mr. Shen said is very reasonable, and we can't think of anything to refute. However, Shen Qi spoke again: In a class, some people wear school uniforms and some people don't, which is untidy.

If the students who live on campus are willing to wear school uniforms every day, of course, it is better, as long as they can keep it clean and tidy. Shen Qi, you think so because you are a day student. If you live on campus, you will find this kind of accommodation very reasonable.

The first lesson that Mr. Shen gave us won the love of our classmates. Later, we contacted Mr. Shen for a long time, and we admired him deeply.

When he gives a report to everyone at the weekly meeting, he often likes to put his hands in a circle and put them to his mouth, as if he could amplify his voice. We suddenly felt that he was a veritable trumpeter. Once he took us hiking and taught us to sing the March, so we told him about changing his name to the trumpeter. He clapped his hands and smiled and said, Great, you should listen to my horn more often in the future, move quickly and coherently. He said: The trumpeter is a former sentry who plays the March. He should be brave and witty, and devote himself wholeheartedly to the trumpeter. Even if the tone is monotonous, it has an inspiring effect. Even the workers who play the trumpet, raise the national flag and work and rest in the school are very responsible and punctual, and all teachers and students in the school have to listen to his horn. Look at his concentration. Stand up when playing the trumpet. Is he like a rooster announcing the dawn? How confident and powerful he is!

Teacher Shen's words have given us a new meaning to the name of the trumpeter, which used to be a joke.

In the third grade, Mr. Shen stopped giving us classes, but because he was the subject director, we often contacted him because he made a mistake and invited him to eat big dishes (reprimanded), but Mr. Shen's big dishes were delicious and nutritious. He doesn't lecture with a straight face, but tells a joke or story first, and everyone thinks about it. What's the matter? For example, once on a Sunday night, three or five of our resident students had a holiday to see an upcoming movie. The school approved that we must return to school before 8: 30. The film ended before eight o'clock, so there was more than enough time to go back to school. But when we passed a jiaozi store, the taste was so tempting. I could have bought something to eat, but I always felt that sitting in the store tasted like an adult, so I went in and ate a big meal around a table. I bought sugar cane water chestnut at the fruit stand and went back to school contentedly. When I arrived at the school gate, the gate had been closed, and I realized that it was past 8: 30 and it was almost 9: 00. Fortunately, the kind old workmate quietly opened the side door and let us in. The supervisor has been staring at the dormitory door like two bells, waiting for us to be caught in the net. The name was recorded and sent directly to the principal's office. We are not afraid of the dean's big dishes, but of the principal.

We walked into the headmaster's office, and Mr. Shen was there. The headmaster spoke before he spoke. He said that there was a child who always refused to listen to his parents every time he went out and told him to go home early. He always comes home late. One day, he was going out again, and his father snapped, don't come back this time! The children are getting bored and helpless outside, but they still go home early. Seeing his parents looking around at the door, his mother was very happy and surprised to ask him why he came back so soon. The child has always been stubborn and unwilling to tell the truth. He said I came back because my father told me not to come back. Mother gave a sloped smile. Since then, he has never come back late. After telling the story, Mr. Shen smiled, and so did the headmaster. The atmosphere immediately eased and everyone's hearts relaxed. Fortunately, Mr. Shen took the lead in setting the tone.

Mr. Shen is going to study in England in the future, and we really hate to let him go. Mr. Shen has read many ancient books and is good at English. He should go abroad for further study.

Before leaving, our whole class cooperated and I wrote a farewell poem for Mr. Shen. I still remember the poem ending like this: our beloved trumpeter/like our father/we circle our hands/blow the farewell horn/wish our beloved teacher/go to Wan Wan.