Young me

Before the age of 9, I was in the countryside. Copying homework, climbing the wall to climb the tree, fighting with the boys, playing until late at night. My father has been working in the city. My mother took me and my brother alone in the country. I have enough time to play freely.

What makes me proud is that although I am playful, my grades are quite good, and every exam is always ahead. And I don't know why, the class teacher especially likes me.

The class teacher surnamed Qin, teaches Chinese, short hair, and is slightly fat. It is a female teacher from the city. The voice is very good.

In the second grade of the National Primary School, during one class, I suddenly had a nosebleed and I was overwhelmed. One of my classmates shouted: "Let's go to the teacher!" I listened, and I didn't want to go to the teacher. On the way to the road, the two senior students casually said casually: "What is the use of finding a teacher, can you let the teacher wash it for you?!"

I also choked. Yeah, is it useful to find a teacher?

At this time, Teacher Qin had already found it. She said nothing. Before I got to the faucet, I asked me to raise another arm and start to help me wash my nose. At that time, for the first time, I felt that the teacher and the teacher were different.

Although Qin teaches in the countryside, she feels that rural children can't know anything, so from time to time to tell us something interesting, and also take the daughter of the city to teach us to dance.

Therefore, my childhood before the age of 9 can be described as carefree.

When I was 9 years old, the whole family had to move to the city with my father. I have to transfer. Knowing that I am leaving, Qin seems to be very upset. A few days before the transfer, Mr. Qin deliberately came to see me at home. I forgot what I said. I was just thinking, how did the teacher come to my house?

My father knew that Teacher Qin was good to me. On the day of transfer, I took my bicycle back to school and said goodbye to her. Teacher Qin has been sending me to the door of the school. I also hugged me when I left. I have always suspected that there is an error in my memory, because I remember that Teacher Qin actually cried.

That hug, I was not very comfortable at the time, didn't even say a bit of lyrical words, then Mumu was left in her sleep, and then sat on my father's bicycle, watching Qin teacher getting farther and farther, Eventually it became a small dot.

The life after the transfer is counted ups and downs. I am very inferior to remember that the classmates of the third grade of the National Primary School can watch the staves and sing songs.

Later, the teacher gave us the music class, and it seems to be some of the world's classic works such as "Blue Danube" and "The Nutcracker". But before I transferred to school, the music class was that Teacher Qin taught us to sing, "Painting Painter", "The Most Glorious Work"... What is the staff of the staff? It knows me, I don't know it.

Of course, the inferiority of music is the latter thing. On the first day of transfer, the language teacher criticized me. I was writing a text at the time. I didn't seem to hear it clearly. I was wrong.

The teacher used a hand full of chalk gray to force my head and said, "What did you do in this brain, let the dog eat it!"

I couldn't stand it at the time. I resisted it and walked back to my desk before I burst into tears. Teacher Qin does not criticize people. Even if he is angry, he will not fight for example. Perhaps because I was too smooth before, so I was too squeamish, so I was so tired that I was tired of language classes.

After two days of transfer, the math teacher also criticized me. After the transfer, the mathematics exam that arrived immediately, I got a slap in the face, seems to be the twenty-ninth, or thirty-ninth? The math teacher said to me: "If you can't learn, you can't say it. If you still learn what you have learned before, you can still be a good student, a good student, and a good student!" That was when the father told the teacher at the time of transfer, hoping to make a good impression on them. However, the first test ended, I was very miserable because of these words, all the students seem to be watching me, as if to say, this small liar from the countryside!

However, I was indeed a good student before! I have been taking the first exam!

Soon after the parent meeting, the class teacher said to his father: "You are ready, although she may have studied well before, but the teaching level in your village is really bad! Three good students, she has no hope here. ”

My father was very frustrated and dared to tell me these words many years later.

I didn't know it at the time, otherwise I might not even have the motivation to learn mathematics. In fact, the problem of the third grade is not difficult. I hate her for yelling at me, making up the mathematics, and taking the test again. My grades are not bad.

But I still don't like this new school. At that time, I was in the eyes of everyone, a small village aunt, dressed in rustic, the first time doing eye exercises, I was checked that the nails were not clean enough. Classmates and teachers are not waiting to see me. I don't like to study. Even my personality has become silent. I can't keep up with my grades. I am in the 20th and 30th.

I thought that my brilliant life was so bleak, and I didn't expect to have a day.

Before transferring to school, Teacher Qin once yelled at me. When I went to the new school, I would write to her frequently and tell her about the situation. I was obedient and wrote a lot of letters to Qin, and later I heard that my classmates often read the letters I wrote in front of the class.

Once I returned to my alma mater, I caught up with Qin’s music class. She immediately pulled me into the classroom, let me teach you to sing, and insisted on my command. I used to have this kind of treatment before, I was stupid, I couldn’t remember a song, and I sang a school song very unobtrusively. Teacher Qin heard the school song, and I was not angry because of my second act. I just changed the name of the school and sang it.

Finally, after class, Teacher Qin pulled me to the bench outside the classroom and asked me in detail: “How is the grade in the new school? It’s definitely great! I know that you can’t go anywhere, is it the top three? name?"

Teacher Qin asked so confidently, I was stupid, and felt that she had failed her high hopes and shook her head with embarrassment. She laughed and guessed: "The top five?" I shook my head with embarrassment. She snorted and still smiled and said: "The top ten?"

God, how can I shake my head again? So, I nodded very despicably.

It’s very mean. On that day, I left the school very embarrassed, and all the way to the road was a lie to Qin.

One week after returning to the city, my heart was not practical, not happy, and mad at myself. I want to think about it, I feel that only by putting a lie on it, the conscience can pass. Therefore, I made up my mind: to move forward to the top ten!

So I learned for a while, the final exam, I was proud to take the sixth place! Before that, he was the "poor classmate" who couldn't get into the top 20!

The move shocked the entire class of teachers and students. I finally got a little peace of mind, Teacher Qin, I have been lying to you before, not to lie!

After that, the results went up, and actually did not come down. Because I am very worried, I am worried that if I don’t test well next time, I have to be a good student, and I am even more worried about my Qin’s conscience.

Therefore, after that, the scores gradually stabilized, and the number was 3,456. When I was a junior, I received a certificate for "three good students."

Regrettably, the number of times I went home was less and less, and the school was demolished and moved.

Teacher Qin also slowly retired, and I no longer know where to send letters.

Many years later, I still remember how she helped me to wash my nose in front of the faucet. She came to my house to look at me. She held me at the school gate. She asked me how many of them were on the bench.

There are not many memories of young people. Teacher Qin is the most memorable chapter.