An essay entitled "The Stars are Brilliant"

I don't know how many times the night arrival. Looking up at the bright and distant starry sky, I once again remembered them in my memory. They used to light the lamp in my heart, just like these stars lit up the darkness. They used to guide me like these stars, and they made me unforgettable-

She-is her word, changed the past me; It was her words that made me who I am today. It is she who makes me confident, who makes me learn to walk with my head held high, and who makes me realize that I can do it. She, let me hang up the title of "monitor", which I have continued to this day. The sentence "From now on, she is the monitor of our class" has changed my life. It is so simple, so simple and so sincere. But when I heard this sentence, there was no excitement, no excitement, no surprise, only endless sadness. I know the students in the audience refused to accept it, because it was naive and unreasonable, because I had never been a monitor.

For her sake, I accepted, accepted the title of monitor in a boo, and accepted her kindness. Just for her, I fell in love with boring China people; For her, I worked hard; For her, I overcame my timidity again and again; For her, I got rid of that kind of "poor" inferiority complex, that kind of "hateful" cowardice, and became strong, confident, brave and unyielding ... I don't want to live up to her hopes, and I don't want my classmates to laugh at her for being wrong about someone. I want to prove to them that I can do it. Finally, I saw the praise in her eyes and the admiration in their eyes. I did it! I did it! It was she who lit the first lamp in my heart, the lamp of confidence, and the beautiful light will last forever, because there is her light there.

She-the first time I entered the class, the first time I saw her, I knew I wouldn't like her. In a few days, her contempt and indifference made me hate her more and more. For several years, I have been immersed in the "honey pot" of teachers, but she treats me like this. I always feel that she looks down on me, doesn't believe in my strength and doesn't like me. Moreover, she always said that "some students have high scores and low energy" and "some students will have poor grades at this age, and it is useless to get good grades in the past" ... This is obviously aimed at me, and I refuse to accept it! I want to prove to her that my grades will not go down, I am not a high-scoring idiot, I can do it!

I study hard just to annoy her, let her "lose" and let her know that she is wrong. She has wronged me. But when I really did it, I understood, understood her intention, and understood her original intention. When I won, a smile quietly bloomed on her face. I could see that the smile was from the heart, without any affectation, and she was happy for me. In fact, she has long seen through my nature-my heart is high and my study is erratic. She did that just to motivate me and make me work harder. When I was confident to the extreme, she pulled me out of the abyss. It turned out that she wanted the lamp in my heart to come back from the dead, in order to make it glow healthier. Although weak, it will always stay in my heart!

She-still can't forget her situation in class, with a mouthful of "old-fashioned" Mandarin and a crooked hand in chalk. In her class, there are no hilarious jokes and vivid language. After listening to her first class, the students had to shake their heads, such a rigid and old-fashioned teaching method. Since then, there have been fewer eyes eager for knowledge and more snoring in her class.

But at least I am listening to her lectures attentively, just because she is serious and concerned about me. After every exam, she will take out my test paper first, call me to the office alone, and analyze the reasons for scoring and losing points for each question bit by bit. Explain the answering skills to me bit by bit; Teach me the trick of grading the examination room bit by bit. I still don't know why she is so kind to me and why I can enjoy her special courtesy. Finally, her efforts were not in vain. In the year she taught me, my Chinese score was the first in almost every exam. I don't want her to give anything in return. I did it. I saw the smile on her face. It was she who warmed my heart with that not brilliant light and lit my heart lamp, a warm and grateful lamp!

They, teachers, stars! The stars light up my future! !

Please adopt it, thank you!