Only when you lose, you know how to cherish

Only when you lose, you know how to cherish

Two years ago, we entered the 11th campus with joy and joy. We started the journey of the middle school as a schoolmate. At that time, we were still so naive. It seemed so ridiculous in the eyes of the school sister. Two years later, today we are welcoming the first-year freshmen as brothers and sisters. They are also so tender and ridiculous in our eyes.

The new semester began, everything was new, and the teachers who accompanied us for two years were replaced with new ones. Suddenly, the teachers who were complained by us at that time turned out to be so perfect. They saw that they taught other students that they could not tell. The sour is even jealous.

Accompanied by our two-year class teacher Jiang, the young, sunny teacher, we have almost nothing to talk about, and we are kindly called the teacher of 'Mom' in the education base, because we don’t want to go to other schools to exchange study. One week and the scorpion has been dumb for a long time. It used to be the easiest teacher to get rid of in our eyes. When the new semester began, we separated so long that we found out that we really regarded her as a 'mother'. We are desperately trying to learn from our first year. Inquire about her latest news, know that she teaches other students, my heart is sour

There is also the vice-president math teacher who accompanied us for one year. The young English teacher who was just entering the school, the humorous and interesting lecture mode of the math teacher is still vivid and unforgettable. His hearty laughter seems to be still in the ear. Because the English teacher is young and responsible for us, the self-study class often tutors us. We are also rebellious. We don’t appreciate it. We often call our names privately. We don’t know how many tears are flowing through us.

Our first teacher, Mr. Mai, often tells us about national events and broadens our horizons. Although it is harsh but very humorous, we have penalized our entire class for writing 200 formulas. We have hated them for a long time. Now think about The teacher is very reluctant. If he can teach us, we are willing to be punished by him. After all, he is for us. It is indeed too much for us. The formula has not been forgotten.

At the beginning of the new semester, the teachers changed, only to find out that only when they lost, we only found out how much we are reluctant to the teachers who have accompanied us. The young people don’t know how to cherish. Now our teachers have become teachers of others. The heart is as sour as the overturned vinegar jar.

Dalian, the eleventh middle school in Dalian, the third day: Yuan Huijie