Aesthetic junior high school prose in my eyes

"Grateful for the country's cultivation, grateful for the parents' fertility, grateful for the food that gives me nutrition ..." Every time I eat, I always think of someone who has the noblest heart in the world. He is my lifelong teacher-Mr. Zheng.

my first impression of him was his short hair, hearty laughter and strict requirements. As far as I can remember, he has been very strict with me. For twenty days, he praised me only in the first class. For the next ten days, he picked on me almost every day. To tell the truth, I was really tired of him at that time.

but that doesn't mean I will always hate him.

In the summer of Beijing, the scorching sun shines straight on the surface of Tongzhou yard, and the Chihuahua at the door of the kitchen is also softly lying in the corner of the arbor. Six other sisters and I were sitting in the chair next to the air conditioner, trying to swallow the food that Chef Yang accidentally burned. The slogan of saving food hanging high on the wall of the restaurant blocked my idea of pouring rice. "I finally finished eating." I put down my bowl and looked up, only to see a boy secretly pouring rice into the garbage can next to me. "No quality" I snorted, stood up and went outside to wash dishes in the sink.

When I went back to the restaurant, I looked up and saw the smiling faces of Mr. Zheng greeting other teachers. I gave him a white look and went back to my seat. As soon as I sat down, I looked up, only to see him step to the garbage bag. After seeing the dumped meal in it, my eyebrows wrinkled, and the sweat on my head flashed across his face that was tanned with carbon black. He opened the bag in his hand, took out the brightly washed bowl, didn't stop for a moment, picked up the food in the garbage bag and put it in the bowl, got up, walked past the newly cooked food on the big table, entered the staff dining area and closed the door. I could still hear his hearty laughter through the door. I can't imagine how he swallowed the rice in this garbage bag.

I don't know if that boy is there, and I don't know if those who want to throw away the food have seen this scene. I just feel that my face is extremely hot, which is better than the scorching sun. I ignored the cry of my partner behind me and rushed out straight. I felt the sublimation of my soul in the dazzling sunlight.

After that, my Tai Chi skills became higher and higher, and Teacher Zheng smiled at me more and more. At the graduation ceremony, I won the prize in the Tai Chi competition. Looking at his kind smiling face when he looked at me, I felt that it was my greatest honor.

Beauty is not the appearance, but the interpretation of the soul. Laughter is not expression, but inner feedback. You are not my only teacher, but you are an important guide in my life. I will always respect you, my teacher!