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In the middle school, my reading was bad

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In the middle school, my reading was bad

Original title: Reading in the Middle Teacher Era

Author: Yang Yintang

For some reason, when I read the nursery, everyone's favorite place to patronize after class was the library. The library is located on the south side of the pear garden, and after every lunch, there are always many students coming in and out, holding the books they want, or borrowing or returning. The reading room is not spacious, but it is very quiet, and when it can't be crowded, the pear garden naturally becomes an open-air reading room.

I'm also a regular there. In those years, I always liked to read some famous books, biographies and other books, as for martial arts novels, it was not relevant, until I later taught to read Jin Daxia's works, and I was also quite interested.

In the middle school, my reading was bad

At that time, a borrowing card could only borrow one book at a time, so he moved the brains of his classmates who did not borrow much, "requisitioned" their certificates, and there were a few more books to be nibbled on the pillow.

In order to return the library as scheduled, he often "secretly" read books.

When I was in the first grade of teacher training, there was a young and beautiful chemistry teacher, speaking a pure Mandarin, who often interpreted the lines in the translated production for us after class, and her favorite interpretation was the bridge section of "Jane Eyre", imitating the exquisite portrait. So I couldn't wait to borrow a copy of Jane Eyre to read. In order to hurry, I actually engaged in "underground work" in the "Anthology and Writing" class I loved the most, and my mind had already been racing wildly in the wilderness of the novel, and just when I was intoxicated, a large hand ruthlessly sucked away the beloved book.

"I've warned you three times." Teacher Wen's familiar voice woke me up, and I realized that I had run into trouble and that the book must have been confiscated. It is really no coincidence that the book is not a book, the library card is borrowed, I don't know how to explain it to my classmates, and I am worried about violating the rules of the library. Later, after calmly thinking about it, he still went to his dormitory to apologize, and maybe he would be forgiven.

I finally plucked up enough courage to knock on Teacher Wen's dormitory door and explain the reason clearly, only to see him smile strangely, saying that he also loved to read this book and communicated with each other.

Later, he returned the book to me and shook my hand, but unfortunately by the third grade he was promoted to vice principal and no longer taught us, but I did not reduce the enthusiasm for "anthology and writing".

After many years, I don't know if these two teachers are all right.

In the middle school, my reading was bad

One day, a lovely student asked me curiously, "Teacher Yang, why are your eyes so bright?" Without thinking, I said, "That's because I love to read." After a while, I saw him run to his seat, take out the book and read it seriously, and at this moment I also laughed "weirdly".

I still love to read, and I often tell my children about the things that happened in reading that year, and I remember the "weird" smile.

In the middle school, my reading was bad

About author:Yang Yintang, a native of Shidian, Yunnan, is now engaged in grassroots language teaching.

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