(Essay) My teacher

□ Wu Yumei

I went to the airport to pick up my child, and in the flow of people, a familiar face froze my gaze. An old man with silver hair and a lot of spirit passed me by. She was walking unhurriedly and slowly accompanied by two young people. Look closely, I do know her. She was my elementary school teacher. I couldn't help but shout, "Teacher Yin." She looked back, didn't find the target, thought she had heard wrong, and went on walking. I shouted again, "Teacher Yin." And stepped forward and stood in front of her. She was stunned for a moment, and finally determined that someone was calling her. The look in her eyes made me feel that she didn't know me at all. I quickly introduced myself: "Teacher Yin, I am your student..." Hearing this, Teacher Yin smiled and shook my hand, but still shook his head. "Teacher Yin, I know you don't know me..." She looked at me with some excitement: "Thank you, remember me as an old woman." ”

I replied, "Of course I remember that you were such a good teacher. ”

Yes, my words are not exaggerated, Teacher Yin is indeed a rare good teacher.

At that time, she was my homeroom teacher and my Chinese teacher, and she taught me from the fourth grade. I was an introverted and timid kid, not talkative, and very shy. No matter who you talk to, you will blush involuntarily. Sometimes, when the teacher is lecturing, my eyes occasionally sweep across my face, and I blush. For this reason, I never take the initiative to raise my hand to speak in class. After a long time, Teacher Yin found out about my problem, I did not raise my hand, she also called me up to answer the question. Seeing that I could answer every time, she asked without anger: "Yes, why don't you raise your hand?" I was as silent as if I were fighting her. She reluctantly sat me down and encouraged me: "In the future, I should be proactive and bold in answering questions." "While she said hers, I still haven't changed. Every time she was called up, I had the feeling of "walking on thin ice" like an abyss. Even if the question is answered correctly, it looks like I am overwhelmed. Looking at the eyes of the whole class looking at me, I was even more red-faced, and I strongly hoped that the questioning process would end soon.

Finally, one day, my "stubbornness" caused Teacher Yin to call me to the office. I thought she was going to criticize me. Unexpectedly, she pulled out my book from a stack of texts and turned to the page she had just approved. I saw the half-page comment and the big red "excellent", and my nervous heart relaxed a little. She smiled and said to me gently: "Your composition is well written, the teacher wants you to read it to your classmates, can you go back and familiarize yourself with the content?" When reading, the bite should be clear and the voice should be loud. I thought I was in trouble again, and I read the composition silently over and over again.

The next day in Chinese class, when I finished reading the composition and received warm applause from my classmates, I was surprised to find that the pride in my heart was far greater than the trembling. Especially when I saw Teacher Yin also laughing and clapping for me, a feeling that I had never felt before arose in my heart, that is, a kind of strength to achieve victory and surpass myself.

Since then, slowly, I have stopped being the coward who didn't dare to speak in class.

Later, Mr. Yin also asked me to read the texts aloud in class and encouraged me to participate in the grade speech and oral composition competitions. Unconsciously, shyness seemed to be getting farther and farther away from me. I don't blush so much when I talk to people. I'm in junior high school. My homeroom teacher is also a Chinese teacher, surnamed Wang, a middle-aged man who is polite and knowledgeable like a father. He attaches great importance to cultivating students' courage, eloquence and sunny and confident personality, and creates a very active classroom atmosphere. Each Chinese class should use three to five minutes to let a classmate stand on the podium to recite the classic passages, unscripted speeches, if any of the students sing well, willing to sing a song on the stage, it is also allowed, and then a simple comment. For the students who were afraid of the stage, Teacher Wang told them to practice in front of the mirror. At the end of the semester, everyone has the opportunity to go on stage and exercise. When it was my turn, I was still a little nervous in the face of everyone's brushing eyes, but I could always adjust my state in an instant, and I was no longer as scared and red-faced as I was in elementary school. In the past three years, I have recited "Yueyang Louji" in Teacher Wang's class, and recited Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Kangqiao", and every time, I have the feeling of "growing tall", and even have the desire to look forward to showing myself next time.

How many years have passed, and on the road of my life, I don't know how many teachers I have met. And Teacher Yin and Teacher Wang made me unforgettable. Recalling their simple original intention of teaching and educating people, I admire them. Their encouragement to me and the help they gave me were like a sapling facing a crooked tree in the process of growing up, which had a positive and far-reaching impact on my future character development and study and work. Perhaps as far as they are concerned, they are just upholding the basic duties of a teacher and doing ordinary things, but for a growing child, it is not ordinary.

Now, I have reached the age of confusion, and I am deeply lucky to remember that I have met two such good teachers. A good teacher is not only a gardener who imparts knowledge, but also forms a healthy psychology and personality of students.