I read you

Teacher, I finally understood you.

The first day, for us, is a new starting point. We have just stepped into the door of middle school. We are full of curiosity about everything. The frequency of disciplinary violations is naturally high. I think, after receiving the criticism of the grade, I can get some comfort from you, the head teacher, but it is still a fierce criticism. You love you, something that we have been tired of since childhood. In the first half of the first year, I am still not used to your classroom, so it is logical to think that you are not good at teaching. I used to think that I read you, until now, recalling the incident that happened at the beginning of the semester, I found out that I was wrong.

In the physical education class, playing badminton played well, seeing the group branch secretary with red eyes coming over. When asked, I realized that your father died, you need to go back and give him a funeral. The Communist Youth League said that you have been on the phone to arrange the tasks and homework for these days. The group secretary book cried. I didn't cry, just because I didn't love tears, not because I didn't touch my heart. You may not see the expression on my face after I heard the message. You may not see the change in my mood in those days. I understand that I understand the pain of losing my father. It is hard for me to imagine that if I lose my father, I will suffer so much pain like you, but my heart is still thinking for us.

"In any case, we should do a little better these days, let the teacher stop worrying about us." I was thinking this way, but in my mind, there was a lingering embarrassment. Yes, I am so jealous! I blame myself why I can't understand your pains early. Why did you deliberately turn you into a hostile person in your heart? Why didn't you criticize you before, why? Before... I was really too ignorant, wrong to you. Our concern is what makes us blame you. I finally understood you. Severe criticism is just that you hate iron and steel. You only hope that we can do better and make progress faster. Hey, you are afraid that we will forget the disciplines we should abide by, because only then can we be safer. happy.

I used to know that you really don't understand it. Now, remember carefully, you get along with us bit by bit, only to find out that I have not been able to read your heart. Now, I have read it, but I can only say sorry to you in my heart. Teacher, I am sorry. Teacher, I finally understood you.

Beijing Eleventh School Junior: Liu Wei