Collected in the heart

It can be known that there are some people who refuse to leave on the day they happen. "Open the album of memories, the treasures of the heart, the moment of happiness."
--Inscription

The memories in the heart are like a rainbow, the colors are different, and the taste of the memories is different.

Red-sweet teacher's love

The sweetness between teachers and students lies in the same smiles on different faces. The collision and tempering between the heart and the heart creates mutual misunderstandings but shortens the distance between them. When I found out that this situation has become a friendship, my heart seems to have an understanding of emotions. Recalling the red teacher's feelings, my heart will always laugh beautifully, sweet and drunk.

In my desk, I have a red notebook. When I hold it, those words are lingering in my ear, reminding me to renew myself and urging me to move forward.

This notebook was given to me by a small class teacher in China. At that time, I was in the fifth grade. Because of my poor work, my foundation was poor, especially the composition made me daunting.

One day, the teacher arranged an essay with the title "I and xxx". I really couldn't write it. I took the essay in the class to learn the essay. After copying, my heart was uneasy, my heart was like a bucket. Watering - seven up and down, I am afraid that the teacher will find me, and I will try to avoid walking.

But the ugly wife always wants to see her in-laws, and my teacher still knows what happened. That day, I was playing with my classmates. A classmate suddenly ran to tell me: "The teacher told you to go." I was dumbfounded, like falling into the hail, honed into the office, and saw that the teacher was there, there were two books in front of me. Composition, I yelled at the teacher, and she asked: "Is this composition written by yourself?" Looking at the teacher's serious face, I said, "No." Although the voice is like a mosquito, But still heard by the teacher, the teacher said: "You are very honest, can you re-write an article?" The teacher is no longer as serious as before, but is more gentle, looking at the teacher's trust and hope, I am not Tired again, hurriedly nodded.

I picked up the text and wrote the topic "I and the old cat". I wrote about half an hour. I had nothing to write. I had to hand over the papers and I was ready to approve. I know that the teacher did not criticize me, but said to me: "Do you know how cats eat?" I suddenly realized, how can I reduce the description of cat eating? I didn't say much, just wrote it again. After more than two hours of hard work, I finally wrote this composition with the help of the teacher. I laughed. This means that I only know that if I change to another teacher today, I might criticize me in the class. The whole class will blame me.

Finally, the teacher opened the drawer, took out a notebook with a red cover, and wrote two sentences on the first page. The first sentence was: "I would rather have a real zero, and don't make a false percentage." Whenever I When I have encountered difficulties in learning and want to copy other people's achievements, this sentence is lingering in my ear. It seems that the teacher's trust and hope are emerging again, and I have the courage to overcome the difficulties. Whenever I didn't test well and wanted to lie in front of my father, the second sentence lingered in my ear. The second sentence was: "People who appreciate their footprints will only turn around in the same place." The teacher put the notebook in my hand and said, "Keep it well, remember."

The above two sentences, somehow made my study progress.

Now the teacher may have forgotten this thing, but it left a deep trace in my heart. I saw the gleaming heart of the teacher. I kept this notebook because it reminded me of my self-confidence and urged me to work hard. Upward motivation, I want to keep it cherished

A word, a sentence, a book, is very simple. But the treasure is in the heart, it is the accumulation of time, the crystallization of emotion, the sublimation of happiness!

The second day of Confucian Middle School: Li Zhihao