Farewell to the process of the author's emotional attitude change in Chinese class

Before leaving, the enthusiastic care of teachers and classmates made the hero miss his motherland!

Mandarin is not only a part of our life, but also a part of our life. Mandarin has been growing up with us, and it has also taught us all kinds of knowledge, which has enabled us to master many learning methods. If we encounter a problem, we can find the answer and understand it ourselves. Mandarin also lets us know all kinds of fun of reading. Therefore, we must learn Mandarin well, so that we can give full play to our knowledge in society in the future.

After reading the article "Farewell to Chinese Class", I understand a truth: as long as you can understand and understand, anything can be done.

Farewell to Chinese Class is a book by He Zi published by Sichuan Children's Publishing House 1983.

Brief introduction of the author

He Zi (1938- 199 1 year), formerly known as He, was born in Shunde, Guangdong, and was a famous children's literature writer in Hong Kong.

He Zi 1938 was born in Macau. Later, he became a teacher, and began to write articles in Overseas Chinese Daily from 1970, describing the challenges children met in life and study at that time. These short stories were later collected into 40 children's novels, new children's novels and collections of children's novels, which have been accompanied by the growth of local children since the 1980 s and have had a far-reaching impact on basic education in Hong Kong. He is also the founder of the publishing house Shanbianshe. 199 1 year died of cancer.

Original editing

Because I failed the dictation for the third time, the class teacher Zhang transferred me from the fourth row to the first row in the front row. In this way, in Chinese class, Mr. Zhang always tells a book in front of my seat with the class site. So I can't put my textbook on it, use it to block my husband's sight and draw dolls below; I can't secretly write some jokes and pass the paper ball to the students sitting at the back; I can't even pretend to look down at my book, but I'm dozing off with my eyes closed.

"Chen Xiaoyun." Teacher Zhang suddenly called my name, and my heart jumped and I stood up.

"You answer my question, who is the author of this fable?" Mr. Zhang is asking me questions.

I opened my mouth to answer, but I could only make a "uh-huh" sound. I looked around, hoping someone would give me a hint.

I saw Ye Zhicong sitting on one side. He grinned deliberately, as if a rope were taut in his hand. He really saved my life! His action reminds me of my memory in preview. He pulled the rope with his teeth. By the way, I quickly replied, "The author is Aesop."

Mr. Zhang asked me to sit down. I secretly took a deep breath and winked back at Zhicong as an expression of thanks.

After school, I took Zhicong's hand and walked together. Zhicong made a face at me and said, "What's the matter with you? Sitting in the front row can't hear Mr. Wang's book? You almost got detention today. "

"Don't mention it! To tell the truth, I don't like Mandarin classes, what theme centers, what word explanations, what punctuation marks, and what genres of articles make me feel bored. " This is from the bottom of my heart.

"You don't like Mandarin? I am the opposite of you. I think it is the most interesting subject, and-if you don't like it, you must chew it. Is the subject. If you fail, you can't pass the entrance exam in the future! "

When it comes to the entrance examination, I kicked a stone at my feet. Chi Cong is going to go there by turning a corner. I said goodbye and went my own way. I thought to myself: I really don't hate Mandarin very much, but I'm afraid when it comes to dictation. I have to listen to it and recite it. I can't write a dozen or twenty words every time. Every time I send a book back, Teacher Zhang calls me to her and scolds me.

When I got home, my mother told me to change my school uniform and said that she would take me to the photo studio to take pictures. I think it's strange.

On the way home, my mother said something to me: "Xiao Yun, our family is going to immigrate to Central America. Do you like it? Our family is flying! "

I nodded, feeling a little happy. I know my uncle lives in Guatemala, Central America, where he runs a shop.

When I heard that I was going to emigrate, my first thought was that I wouldn't have to learn by rote in the future. Of course, I also know that I have to go to school again in the future, but I'm afraid I don't have to memorize those difficult Chinese characters there.

I don't know whether to be happy or worried.

When I returned to school the next day, the head teacher, Mr. Zhang, asked me to go to the teacher's room again. I thought to myself, "I'm probably to blame for failing this dictation." However, I let her nag two or three times at most. In the future, everything here is not important to me. "

But this time, Mr. Zhang said kindly and seriously, "Chen Xiaoyun, I didn't call you here this time to blame you;" You see, your dictation has improved. You only made five mistakes this time. As long as you listen attentively in class and study hard at home, you will definitely make faster progress in the future. You know, you are a decent person from China, and you can't write well in your own country. Is this not a joke? Xiao Yun, I'm glad to see your progress in dictation. I send you a small gift specially. I hope you will continue your efforts. "

Teacher Zhang finished, and took out a book from the drawer, the title of which was How to Learn Chinese Well. I hold teacher Zhang's book, and my hands are shaking. Well, I'd rather Mr. Zhang scold me as he used to. I am really an underachiever. Yesterday, I heard my mother say that I was going to emigrate, but my first thought was that I was glad I didn't have to memorize Chinese characters. But how anxious Mr. Zhang is about my progress!

I left the teacher's room and looked at the book that teacher Zhang gave me. My eyes are burning. Back to the classroom seat, I opened the book and the first paragraph came into view:

"China has a long history and a beautiful environment. It has cultivated China culture for a long time and made China one of the most beautiful languages in the world. "

The content of a book has never shocked my heart so much. This passage seems to be read by someone with rich feelings in my ear.

When I came home from school this day, I finished reading the book that Teacher Zhang gave me in one breath. This book introduces the development of China language in a simple way, then describes the rich China language, and finally talks about how to learn China language well. I learned a lot of American languages at once. I blame Mr. Zhang. Why didn't you send me this book earlier? I put it down, walked up to my father and asked him, "Dad, we are going to immigrate to Central China in the future. Do I still have a chance to learn American languages? "

Dad said, "I'm worried about this." I know there are few overseas Chinese there, and there are no overseas Chinese schools. "

I was taken aback. I picked up a newspaper, and I didn't know many words in the title alone, let alone the contents of the newspaper. I'm in grade five now, but I really didn't learn Chinese well because I didn't like taking Putonghua classes before. In fact, I only have the Chinese level of grade three or four.

I proudly took out my Mandarin book and hurried to review the text I taught today. I found the content of the text very interesting. I took out my paper and wrote down new words repeatedly with a pen. I feel very sad when I think that I only have one month at most to learn Chinese. I really hope to learn the whole Chinese book at once.

I got 80 points in silent reading twice in a row, and Teacher Zhang encouraged me every time. The last time I wrote a book silently, I didn't write a word wrong and got a hundred points! In Chinese class that day, Teacher Zhang took out my silent book and held it high:

"Chen Xiaoyun's amazing progress is a good example for us to learn. You see, he always failed at the beginning of the semester, but now he has got a hundred points! "

Who knows my heart is cramping! Alas, in Chinese class, when I love you deeply, I will leave you and receive a completely different foreign language education. I burst into tears when I think about it. Ye Zhicong, who was sitting next to me, saw it and said in shock, "Teacher Zhang, you are crying!" "

My classmates all stared at me strangely. Teacher Zhang came to my side and fondled my head kindly and said, "Xiao Yun, are you crying for your progress?"

I wiped my tears. I stood up and sobbed and said, "Mr. Zhang, I will leave here next week." Our family will emigrate to Guatemala. I-I will never have a chance to learn the language of China again. "

My eyes are full of tears, and I can't see the reaction of my classmates and teacher Zhang. All I know is that the class is suddenly surprisingly quiet. Mr. Zhang stroked my head and asked me to sit down.

The day of leaving here is getting closer and closer. The students left messages in my yearbook urging them not to forget the languages of China and China.

This day is my last Chinese class. Mr. Zhang brought a package sealed with chicken skin paper. She said to all the students, "Chen Xiaoyun is the last day to tell everyone. We wish him healthy and happy growth in other places. From the sixth grade of primary school to the fifth grade of middle school, I gave him nothing but a set of Chinese textbooks. I hope that after he is away from the motherland, he can study hard and don't forget his mother tongue. "

I took over this set of books and felt extremely sad. After class, all the students gathered around. Some people gave me a Chinese dictionary, others gave me a story book. Their enthusiasm brought tears to my eyes.

Goodbye, my dear teacher, my dear classmate. I will never forget China's Chinese. I will take a dictation book with me all my life and read it often.