The wind comes and flowers bloom —— A record of Teacher Zang in No.1 Middle School

The wind is coming and the flowers are blooming.

-Write a Zang teacher in No.1 Middle School.

? The title comes from teacher Chen Bingbing's WeChat name.

? Once for dinner, we all arrived early, and we all talked and laughed together. Xiaoyun suddenly said mysteriously, "There is still one person missing." We all know that he and Mr. Zang hit it off. On another occasion, Mr. Zhang Yunfeng's youngest son was going to school at noon, and his parents were around. Several aunts, uncles and Xiaoshuo asked them to see Mr. Zang off. At this time, Mr. Zang just broke his leg, raised his little hand, limped, and the two of them walked away talking and laughing.

Teacher Zang Qingqing is such a person that will be remembered by children. But if you are not familiar with him, you may think he is unsmiling. He has a face of a Chinese teacher who is the head teacher: a slightly square face, which is brownish red all year round. In recent years, he has lost weight, his chin is a little sharp, and his eyes are big-he is not a strict person, but he has a kind of dignity, that is, he is calm and easy-going when students dare not look directly at mistakes. When the bell rings, he often walks thoughtfully with a book in his hand; After class, he began to bow slightly, his feet were deep and shallow, his arms were slightly spread out, and his hands were covered with chalk dust.

? It is estimated that Mr. Zang has been in No.1 Middle School for twenty years. I still remember fifteen years ago, when I was in No.1 Middle School for the first time, I listened to his last public class, which was a blessing. His students had a "big trial" in class, and he retired behind the scenes. That was the first time I saw a student-centered class. After teaching for so many years, he is not the kind of strong teacher. Before I went to the South, he and Mr. Chen Bingbing gave a simple blessing.

Back in No.1 Middle School, Jango is about to take the college entrance examination. It seems that Mr. and Mrs. Zang have received special care. The original simplicity has been a little more dull and gentle. Teacher Bingbing has lost weight successfully and rejuvenated, without seeing middle-aged greasy at all. They became famous lovers, and I don't think it was their intention-during my stay with them, their relationship was like fresh jasmine tea, fragrant but not strong. They are not performers.

When I came back from the south, I was also unruly and impetuous. Between ideal and reality, powerlessness and courage appear alternately, and I try to find a balanced force. Teacher Zang has been the head teacher for many years, but his back is still slightly hunched and his voice is not loud. In him, I found that being a teacher is ordinary and great.

Teacher Zang is a Chinese teacher who loves literature. He can speak at the right time. Many jokes in our senior one Chinese group were written by him-"I don't want to go on stage, so I can't talk." A large group of people walked briskly just to cover an ugly face. Repeated tossing, empty talk is stupid and old. Haiyan was ignorant, but learned to be self-sufficient and was sneered at. I finally found something to say, and I smiled again. After thinking silently, Xiang Ya sighed. Fat enough and thin enough, how can donkey dung be thin? "He just laughed at himself. When others say something wrong, he will come to an excerpt from "Leaving Sorrow":

I would like to dedicate this poem to Jin Lao, who is trembling, treading on thin ice, with a sieve in her heart, fear, worry, anxiety and uneasiness, and has been thinking deeply so far.

I hate the old man's panic, but I don't check my husband's papers. Many women are jealous of the beauty of gold. They say that gold is fooling people. It is clever to solve current affairs ... (omitted here)

? This is a kind of wisdom, or a kind of consideration for others. What makes people respect is that he also does the same to his students.

In order to check the punctuation marks in the language, he collected the copybooks written by all the students, but he arranged and printed the relevant short articles on the computer himself. I personally met such a teacher who didn't have to bother students with "welcome inspection" and "activities", and I was very impressed.

Among the teachers I met, there are naturally teachers like Shi Lao and Lao Yin who help students by developing courses. However, in middle schools, there is another kind of teachers who try their best to help students prepare for exams, thus eliminating a lot of interference. This is also a respectable teacher. They took the students by the hand and walked with them. They don't just make students stand up against themselves, but endure when necessary.

Last winter, a girl who was just a freshman came to the office on a Saturday morning when school was about to end. Seeing Mr. Zang, I seem to have a lot to say. I know that Mr. Zang is packing his things and preparing to pick up his parents in the city for the winter when he returns home. He sat there quietly. I don't know how long they talked. Last week, a child, who was late for class, bowed his head and walked into the office. Teacher Zang only said, "Set an alarm clock in the future, or ask his family to remind him not to be late again."

More often, this is a teacher who doesn't want to talk much. He asked his students the same question. He said, "When you shut up, your head starts to think." This is in line with his low-key and high-profile style.

My evening classes with Mr. Zang don't overlap. Every time he attends evening self-study, more than ten minutes before class, he bows his back and walks in the class corridor on the first floor. At this time, it is time for the children to finish their activities and return to class. He is never absent, and often takes an "assistant"-teacher Bing Bing. When the weather is fine, students study by themselves in the evening, and they stroll around the campus-they used to study here, and they will retire here after graduation from college. They are familiar with everything in this school-the place where our youthful ideals meet. What a pity and lovely it would be if we put our feet in this place too.