< h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > you at the same table</h1>
Author: Education Reform (1) Ban Hu Yue
Instructor: Chen Yilin
My table mate, surnamed Lin, named Jingyu, is called "Water Source" by the jianghu people. This name comes from Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Origin" in "The forest is exhausted, and a mountain is obtained". She is a veritable true scholar, with all-round development of morality, intellect, body and beauty. This semester I was lucky enough to be at the same table with such a little fairy.
Speaking of my relationship with her, it is really difficult to say. After we became classmates, a chance encounter led me to discover her science teacher, who was also my mother's teacher a few years ago. A long time ago, when my mother took me to see the teacher, the teacher also mentioned in front of me such a self-disciplined and self-motivated good student. Perhaps it is providence in the darkness that allows us to meet in a class and become the same table together day and night.
When I was not at the same table, I was under the impression that she was a taciturn, devoted to learning, deaf to the outside of the window, and devoted herself to reading only the books of the sages. When I first became a tablemate, I was always careful to contact her, for fear of leaving a bad impression on this tablemate who was obsessed with reading. But who knows, after gradually getting acquainted, she found that she was afraid that she was not a female nerve. There is only one Lin Jingyu between the goddess and the female nerve.
Becoming a table with her really made me change a lot, when I deserted in class, my eyes suddenly aimed at her attentively, and my heart suddenly sounded alarm, and I listened to the class seriously. When she scratches her ears and scratches her cheeks and wants to give up, seeing her carefully calculating one stroke at a time, she will have the determination to persevere, and she is like this, using her own excellence to drive everyone around her to be excellent. Focusing, being determined, and not giving up on these qualities that are easy to say but hard to do, she has. But such a goddess of learning is also a female nerve in life. She can always create a lot of explosive stems unexpectedly, causing everyone to laugh. At the end of class, she was like a tiger going down the mountain. We went crazy together, made trouble together, studied together, worked hard together. Perhaps the most I learned from her was the perfect division of learning and play. When learning, calm down, learn wholeheartedly, do not relax, do not slacken off, maintain a curiosity to explore and seek knowledge, and aspire to do all the world's problems; when playing, let go of the self, integrate into the group, feel the power of communication between people, with a heart that relaxes the self, and everyone to establish a friendship boat that will never turn over.
I really appreciate her tolerance, I am not a very good person to deal with interpersonal relationships, maybe sometimes some things done, some words spoken, will hurt many people, but fortunately, I met a good-natured, tolerant her, let me feel the meaning of the same table - learn together, live together, progress together.
I hope that after that, we can still join hands with this sincere love at the same table, step on the spring breeze all the way, sprinkle all the way to sing, and reach the peach blossom garden in our hearts that is full of sweat and full of laughter.
Lin Jingyu
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > Happy Birthday, our piggy</h1>
Author: Education Reform (1) Ban Huyue
October 26, 2019 has quietly arrived, and four years ago, a new member of our family was born.
Dad is an old pig, I am a little pig, after having you, I became a big pig, you became a little pig. Gradually, the piglet could only lie in bed all day long, babbling and saying words that only he understood, and became a pig who could dress himself, run to the toilet by himself, call out my name clearly, and look forward to going to kindergarten every day to be self-reliant. Piglet is four years old, and I think about how fast time passes, and I can now recall the moment when my mother just told me about your existence.
One day in March 2015, my mother finally got my wish to have a puppy, and I hurriedly waited for my mother to pick me up from school and meet a new member of our family, but my mother told me in the car that I would become a sister. And because my mother had a baby, the dog in the family who had not been with me for a full day had to be sent away. At that time, my tears "wow-- " fell down at once, there is a younger brother and sister what is good, one more person to divide the family's love for me, I also have to share a lot of things I like in half of my brothers and sisters, and now I have to send away the puppy I have in mind. During the time I first learned, I made trouble for a long time. Later, my mother told me that my parents wanted me to have younger siblings, not to let one more person come and grab things with me, but to think that my parents would leave one day, and in the days without my parents, there was a younger brother and sister who could rely on each other for company with me. I stopped making trouble and waited for the piglet to be born.
Monday, October 26, 2015. When I got up, my dad told me that my sister was born in the middle of the night, and I was confused, and my dad asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital to see you. I don't remember what I answered either, I just remember that dad took me there at the end. The moment I picked you up from the bed, you smiled, and your eyes were as bright as a river of stars and as clear as water. Until the moment I stepped through the classroom door, I didn't ease up from having a sister.
From the time you were born, to the present fourteen hundred and fifty-one days, I have fought with you, one small dozen for three days, and one big fight a week. I've gone from being able to clamp you with one hand to being able to scratch my face, from being able to talk about you talking and crying to being speechless. Along the way, I love and hate you, and I hate that you still parted the love of the people around me.
But I love you sticking behind me and not letting go, lovingly handing me a glass of water when I'm thirsty, and loving you singing me a nursery rhyme you just learned when I'm writing my homework and writing when I'm physically and mentally exhausted. I'm not a qualified sister, I always express my anger to you, I always feel unhappy with you when you don't meet my expectations, I never understood that you are still young, I should not impose my thoughts on you, I should let you develop and explore the world. Even if you fall and cry, I shouldn't limit you in the name of preventing you from getting hurt. Because you're young enough to have enough curiosity. You are a qualified sister, and you live unfettered, in your own way. Keep it naïve. It was you who made me know how to be a sister, and when I learned to be a sister, you were constantly embracing me and healing me.
I'm sorry that I probably spent less than half of your 1,451 days with you because of my studies, and I didn't let you feel the love from my sister other than your parents. Last night I called my mother, and you snatched the phone away, and the milky voice said, "Sister, I miss you." "At that moment, my heart was melted by you, and your voice must be the most beautiful voice I have ever heard in the world."
Now think back to my bits and pieces with you. Except for my daily fights with you. All I can think of is the one step and three times a week when you send me to school. Every week when you come to pick me up from school, you come up to me happily and pounce in my arms. Pestered me to share with me interesting facts about you in kindergarten. I like your smile the most, the eyebrows are bent, the road is not innocent, the eyes are deep, and the complaint is not complete.
In fact, what I want to say is very simple: I'm sorry, thank you and I love you, and I'm sorry to you for what I owe in the past. Thank you also for being my sister, I have the privilege of three lifetimes. There is also the fact that the big pig will always love the little pig, accompany the little pig to the fifth, sixth, seventh and even all the birthdays in the future. Look at your smile and say, "Happy birthday, our little pig." ”
< h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > new classmate</h1>
Author: Education Reform (2) Ban Hu Yijia
We've been guessing all night about this new classmate.
Some people say that his name is "Huang Runzhi", so we first establish the hypothesis that "he and Yingxue have similar names and specifications, and may be brothers"; some people say that he scored full marks in mathematics, so we build the image of mathematical overlords in our minds.
The girls cheered for his gender. Our dormitory believes that he must have poor grades (can be used at the bottom), handsome (to feast his eyes), and have money (in the future, he will hold his thighs well); other dormitories have put forward more specific reverie: to have Zhou Jiaheng's brain, Wang Taodong's appearance, Zheng Yuchen's height, Ma Yikai's figure and Fang Zixuan's legs.
When Ms. Promise was rubbing her fists and preparing to "hook up" with her new classmates, Lou Anglin sighed all night of self-study for the new classmates who were not a girl.
When I came back from dinner this morning, I looked around for the figure of my new classmate.
In the upper right corner of the classroom sat a boy who did not wear a school uniform, and it seemed that he was not good.
"That's certainly not a new classmate." I thought to myself. Last night's good conjecture, which is still deeply rooted in my mind at this moment, I think that the new classmate must be very handsome.
"That could be Hu Haoxiang." I thought to myself and believed my own thoughts.
Zhou Jianting came, and I slammed into her with an arrow: "Are the new classmates coming?" ”
"Isn't that so." Zhou Jianting looked disgusted and pointed to the upper right corner of the classroom.
I looked in the direction of her finger and found in despair that she was pointing to "Hu Haoxiang", who was not wearing a school uniform. Looking closely, I found that the sitting person was not Hu Haoxiang at all—a question of "Is that not Hu Haoxiang?" was choked in his throat and could not come out, and it was difficult to get down--that was a person I had never seen before.
New classmates!
My heart was full of mixed feelings, the pain of beautiful dreams shattered and the novelty of meeting new classmates intertwined. My expression should also be complicated.
This complexity reached its extreme when the new students introduced themselves as "Wang Renzhi" instead of "Huang Runzhi".
Okay, even if you're not the handsome and goldy scum we imagined, it doesn't matter, we still want to know you and help you with enthusiasm.
Surviving in the reform class is no easy task, and I silently bless you twenty meters away.
I hope you can kill your own blood path.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > are incense</h1>
Author: Education Reform (1) Ban Lu Chenbei
The three-volt day is coming, and it is close to the fragrant autumn.
In autumn, Dongzhong always smells fragrant.
Xu is floral.
The osmanthus flowers of October are always in full bloom, and the whole tree hangs small yellow flowers one by one, and the yellow is lined with green, wide green. Although I know that this is the season when the flowers bloom, I always have to be amazed when I smell it.
Everywhere is an osmanthus tree, so the campus is full of osmanthus flowers. Remembering the osmanthus rain every day when I was in elementary school, the wind blew, the osmanthus flowers fell densely and obliquely, we were accompanied by "enjoying the rain" in the distance, naughty boys, only they dared to rush up, imitating Lu Zhishen's upside-down pulling willow shelf style, holding the thick tree with both hands, shaking vigorously, so that it was enough to enjoy, the osmanthus of a place, the fragrance of a school. It's just that now such a scene is effectively suppressed by the phrase "no flower picking". Just enough to appreciate from a distance, it is also extremely beautiful.
Osmanthus flowers can be seen in the township, not tacky and elegant, and the style is soaked into the bones. Osmanthus flowers are selected to bloom in October, selected in this autumn when no flowers are willing to come out and be frozen or afraid of being invaded by the flu that changes seasons, but she still thinks of us, saying that she will come to our campus to see, accompanied by incense, naturally everyone knows.
We love to study happily on a floral campus.
Xu is fruity.
I don't know, I don't know if there are grapefruit in autumn.
The students brought several large grapefruits every day, and they all went crazy and peeled the grapefruit with their bare hands after class. Excitement, excitement, it's laughter, it's decompression.
Peeling the grapefruit, the hand is fragrant, chewing the grapefruit, the air is fragrant, the mouth is fragrant, and the heart naturally carries incense.
The grapefruit skin can also be kept for play. We twisted it out of the juice like a towel, bitter and sweet. The grapefruit peel can be used to hold the osmanthus flowers picked up by the girls, and the floral fragrance is mixed with the fragrance of grapefruit, and this "grapefruit petal osmanthus flower" has become the most natural air freshener we made, sweeping away all the strange smells, leaving only a light fragrance.
It's more bookish.
Trigonometric functions, analytic geometry, permutations and combinations, every day to learn the number of one year old should be able to count, just count our most diligent. Waiting for the rising sun to sprinkle on our books, accompanied by "Athletes' March", the day of hard work begins again!
The sky is also incense, the earth is also incense, and the human heart is also incense--the whole soul is incense.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > makes the public peach and plum all over the world</h1>
Author: Education Reform (1) Ban Lin Jingyu
There is such a teacher, his class is always full of laughter;
There is such a teacher, the first thing to come to the classroom every day is to sort out the messy lectern;
There is such a teacher who keeps every trivial matter in the class in mind;
There is such a teacher, always thinking of inviting students to eat a bowl of spicy and hot that is not spicy or spicy;
Having such a teacher is a blessing in this life.
Someone said, "Five hundred times of looking back in a past life is only in exchange for passing by in this life." "In that previous life, I should have walked thousands of mountains and rivers, met countless people, and only in this life could I meet Mr. Li."
Our English teacher Li Zhaoyun is nearly sixty years old, but he is an old naughty boy, always like to give examples around him in class, especially love "good beating", often caused everyone to laugh, in the process of laughter, one knowledge point is firmly remembered, day after day, we also really become true friends, he uses his humor and humor to teach us to learn happily, with his meticulous attitude to teach us to strive for excellence.
Mr. Li is a more "homeroom teacher" than the class teacher, and in the face of our class, which was almost abandoned by the teaching adjustment, he always silently cared. When he accurately reported the number of lamps that were scrapped, everyone was shocked; when he told us to change the refill instead of the thrifty style of changing the pen, it subtly affected us. Teacher Li not only has the manhood of righteousness and sternness in the face of foreign teachers' absenteeism, but also the tenderness of caring about everyone and everything. Also a teacher and a father.
As experienced old teachers, the disciples have long been like dandelion seeds floating to the world, taking root, growing into talents, the wind will bring their thoughts and the feelings of the teacher, we are also immature seeds, waiting for the opportunity, waiting for a wind, blowing us to the distance, living up to the teachings of Teacher Li.
Let the public peach and plum fill the world, and he will plant flowers in front of the hall.