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    Volunteer ninth-year teacher

    Dating back to elementary school, my memory is already very vague. I only remember a few classmates and two teachers. They are a math teacher and a Chinese teacher.  Maybe it's because the time we spend together is longer, so the memory is deeper.

    Mathematics teacher, I can only say that he is dedicated and happy to work.  He wants to make eugenics more outstanding, so that students with poor grades can be helped.  So, during self-study at noon in summer, in the laboratory without fans, he wanted to make the students with excellent grades become the top ones, so he called some people together and came up with some difficult math problems, let us do it, and it¡¯s done  The classmate of the class will come to the stage as a teacher, explaining ideas to other classmates.  I remember that there was a question of guessing numbers at that time. The teacher asked Deng Xiang, who had finished it, to explain the idea to us.  Maybe it was because he spoke well, so I listened carefully, and I understood the topic.  In summer, we can feel the sweat running down our backs, and the teacher's hair is also sweating.  Later, the teacher asked us to help those of our classmates - those whose grades were not very good, and the method was chosen by ourselves.  Maybe many teachers and many schools have done this, but I have a particularly deep memory of the sweaty topic.

    As for the Chinese teacher, that is, the head teacher.  I don't know how it feels to her.  The only and only thing I remember is she asked me to flush the toilet!  It was dusk, the sun had not yet set, and I was ready to go home after sweeping the ground.  Suddenly, the teacher rushed out from behind and said that the toilet hadn't been flushed yet, and asked me to feel wronged.  Carrying a bucket alone, I walked on a slightly dark road, and then started flushing the toilet with a groan.  I deeply remember that time, the water from flushing the toilet splashed on my feet, and I went home with wet socks, but I ran into the teacher again.  Looking at me in a panic, there was emotion in her eyes, but I no longer knew what it was.  In short, when I think about it now, I can't talk about hatred, nor can I say happy.

    Time has turned a corner, and I am in junior high school.  Many classmates have good memories with me, but I still haven't forgotten the teachers who taught us knowledge.

    The head teacher is our history teacher, whose surname is Xu, and she is quite tall, so we are all a little afraid of her.  Fortunately, she was the captain of the school girls' basketball team, so she went out to play in the first month, so we had a happy month.  After she came back, we felt like we were sitting on pins and needles, but after thinking about the self-study, there was nothing scary about it, and we gradually got used to it.  She's good at teaching, maybe, because she kicked out a few of the classmates in the class.  Whenever she talked about the bad reputation of Chinese people in foreign countries, she would say this in Liuyang dialect: This is the servility of Chinese people!  When she said this, there was light rain in some areas, so we remembered this sentence.  When doing exercises, the power went out, and the students stood under the sun, complaining endlessly. She enlightened us and said: Standing in the sun is also a kind of exercise.  We were all depressed at the time.  I remembered this sentence again and brought it into "Class 124 Fengyunlu".

    The mathematics teacher is a good teacher with both beauty and wisdom. She has a nice name¡ª¡ªLei Yahui.  She also stands out from the crowd like the head teacher.  This is not only reflected in height and altitude, but also in the details of life.  For every classmate, she works very hard and often cares for those students with poor foundation.  When I was graduating, I was writing my classmates¡¯ records. She saw it and said to me: ¡°You can write your classmates¡¯ records when we get together after graduation, but you can¡¯t delay the slightest bit of homework.¡± This is the only sentence she ever said to me.  Heavy words".  Therefore, in the early stage of graduation, I wanted to call her and give her some suggestions on mathematics: let students with poor foundations do a few simple questions about the senior high school entrance examination every day, and students with good foundations do those additional questions.  But I still didn't have the courage to raise it after all, and it became a regret buried in my heart.  In the graduation photo, she smiled so brightly, but it surprised me once by chance: in the photo, her face was covered, and I only looked at her eyes. I found her eyes were lethal, and they seemed quite resentful.

    The English teacher is a man named Peng Zhiguo. We used to call him Zhiguobie disrespectfully.  He used to be our class teacher when the head teacher was playing, but the effect was not good.  For English, I have some endless regrets.  The last English class was basically an exercise. I often sat with Hu Qing, talking and chatting.  What impressed me the most was the last English class on the last Friday.  The wind outside the window was blowing gently, and we were studying and playing at the same time, we would listen less to the English topics we knew and chat; we would listen carefully to the English topics we didn¡¯t know, and she had no one to talk to, so she should have listened too  A little bit, have no way of knowing.  The most regrettable thing is that in the self-study at noon before the high school entrance examination, the English teacher occupied the English speaking topic, and I fell asleep in class for the first time in three years of junior high school!  The English teacher woke me up, and he left without saying anything. I think he should also know our misery.  After he left, I jokingly said to Hu Qing: "There is no more lullaby, ?Lei, blushing, looked terrified, and the students were also terrified.  The classroom was as quiet as an open field, and it lasted until the end of get out of class. I think I will remember him¡ªBrother Hui!

    By the way, I forgot to introduce the class teacher in the eighth grade, our English teacher.  Formerly known as Deng Siqing.  Before she taught us, she was crowned with the title of "Four Six".  She is very strict in our impression.  Every morning self-study, the students got out of their seats, talked, and messed around. When she appeared in our field of vision, someone would naturally shout: "Siliu is here! Siliu is here!" I remember when Li Xu came to school  He likes to talk to Zu Tianchou and is often discovered by her.  She changed Li Xu to a seat far away from Zu Tianchou. I was very sad at the time, and gave her a nickname: Cixi!  Thinking about it now, I just smile.

    In those nine years, there were too many teachers worthy of my nostalgia, but some of them just came and left quietly in my life, without leaving me with much feeling.  Therefore it is omitted.  However, I am proud to have been their student and I will remember them.  One day in the future, they will be proud to have a student like me.

    A teacher may experience thousands of students in his life. They may have already forgotten the appearance and even the names of those students, but as students, we must never forget our teacher, our guide on the road of life  people!

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