Mentor

Today is Teacher’s Day, which reminds me of my teacher. Day as a teacher, parent. A spring of kindness is hard to report in one life. Every time I recall my school days or sit in front of the desk, I always miss my teacher. Decades of hard work and progress are all related to the cultural foundation laid by school education. The love between teachers and students in my heart is different from the blood connection between parents, children, sisters, brothers and relatives. It is not the friendship that colleagues and friends help each other. That is a different kind of kindness that integrates cultivation, care and help, etc. My parents gave me life, brought up an adult, and connected my flesh and blood; My sisters and brothers, one mother and the same robe, like hands and feet; Relatives and friends, met on the journey, and helped each other; The teacher imparted knowledge and enlightened wisdom, it infused the soul and gave the golden key to open the door of happy life. When I was eight years old, I entered school with my mother’s hope. During four years of primary school, I changed four teachers one after another, of which the shortest time was only two months. Two years of high school and primary school, there are six teachers who have taught us. Decades have passed, but the teachers’ voices and smiles are still fresh in their memory. Primary school Enlightenment teachers will never forget. The love of being a teacher in junior high school is also remembered in my heart. Although the time spent in Nanzuo Middle School was only three years, these three years were extraordinary. After taking part in the work, some teachers kept meeting each other. Every time they talked, they felt a sense of guilt which was hard to repay. Teachers always say: teaching and educating people are the responsibility of teachers since ancient times, and they do not intend to repay them. At that time, the love between teachers and students was holy, so it was a must topic for the reunion of classmates. Our head teacher Li Lanxiang, Chinese teachers Liang Fengting and Zhao jun’e, English teachers Yin Liangqi, Ma Jingshi, math teacher Zhang Shiqin and so on. They impart knowledge selflessly, like Spring Silkworms spitting silk and bright candles at night; They love giving birth to children, caring and caring, and being close to parents; They impart knowledge, follow the instructions and earnestly teach. Self-study class always peidou, do not understand the problem at any time to answer. I admire that kind of tireless noble morality. It was because the knowledge I learned was at the bottom that played a vital role in my life and work. Especially Mr. Wang Xinzheng, the principal, and Mr. Zhao Qunyu, the logistics director. They studied rigorously, managed meticulously, worked hard and practiced themselves. The teaching performance and work-study program of Nanzuo Middle School were famous in the whole district. Under their leadership and organization, all the teachers and students of the school fought together. The school’s route dirt road turned into a stone road, and the playground doubled. Five or six mu of land was pulled from the south bank of the North Sand River, laying a foundation for teachers and students to improve their, created conditions. What is more valuable is that it has tempered our will to work hard. This is hard to find in books and hard to learn in class. The story of work-study program in Nanzuo Middle School was broadcast on Hebei radio station. This makes me think they are more tall. As the head of a school, Mr. Wang Xinzheng has the charm like a father and a loving mother. He cares for students very much and is considerate. I feel deeply. In those years, all of our classmates who were five miles away from school were resident students, and they went home every two weeks to bring their faces to the canteen. Before the wheat harvest in 1966, when I came home to bring noodles, my mother said to me: you should carry the 10 Jin noodles (15 Jin for two weeks as usual) on your back first, and then send them to you after borrowing them. I went back to school with tears in my eyes. One day when I went back to the dormitory after class, President Wang saw my listless appearance and asked me to come to his office and asked me with concern: What’s the matter? Don’t you feel happy? Tell the teacher about any difficulties. I said embarrassedly, teacher, I am afraid that I will drop out of school and there is no food at home. Principal Wang comforted me and said, “Don’t worry just for this matter. Ask the logistics director Mr. Zhao to borrow some meal tickets first tomorrow. The next day I found teacher Zhao, and he said: teacher Wang asked me to lend you a meal ticket for one month first. I said: there are too many, and my family can’t afford it in the future. He explained: President Wang said that you study hard and work hard, which is a reward for you. But remember not to tell others. I understand the meaning of the latter sentence. With trembling hands, I took the emergency meal ticket of 30 jin. I was so excited that I didn’t know what to say and bowed deeply to teacher Zhao. Plain Words, full of love, are engraved in my heart forever! The teacher gave me some help in the snow, and I was lucky to meet him in a hurry. I went home and said to my mother one by one. My mother told me trembling: “My child, I really have met a benefactor. We can’t forget our kindness all our lives! After my two teachers retired, I visited them several times. Especially when they were ill and hospitalized, I expressed my gratitude. They said with tears: that’s what teachers should do. Unfortunately, you dropped out of school, or you are sure to go to a good university. Until now, what remains in my memory and heart is still gratitude and deep affection which is hard to express in words. So far, I have added two explanations: first, the teacher’s kindness was great, which was the real reason why I couldn’t bear to criticize them during the Cultural Revolution in school; Second, the teacher lent me meal tickets and told me not to tell others. I am here to make public, I believe both teachers and the public will understand. Although some of my teachers have passed away, the survivors are already old. But for me, the past is not only the moment of the story, but also not only the fragments of stars, which suddenly fell into the sky, but also a silent pursuit and an extraordinary experience, it is a ray of eternal light. Finally, I would like to say to my teacher who has passed away and is still alive: I will never forget your deep kindness and virtue! And I want my children and grandchildren to remember it! Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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