My mother's teacher's prose

I have been a teacher for sixteen years, and I have reaped the happiness brought by being a teacher as I wish. ......

Every summer vacation, my classmates always send me unexpected worries, or rush to the place where I teach to give me a banquet. They were by my side, and I remember the days and unforgettable details with them. All my classmates regard me as "dad", but I'm not much older than them.

On the night of New Year's Day in 2009, I sat in front of the TV and enjoyed TV programs. At this time, a sketch about the teacher happened to be broadcast on TV. Watching the protagonist-a newly retired teacher-answer the students' phone, I can't help thinking of my students. In fact, they sent me text messages before, and I didn't care to reply to them. Thought of here, I didn't feel nothing, so I continued to appreciate it.

Suddenly, the hero was excited. Isn't it a phone call from a student? Oh, it turned out to be the hero's teacher. This teacher is over eighty years old and still cares about his students who have been teachers for more than thirty years. After the hero talked to the teacher on the phone, his students called to say hello to him again. He quickly said a few words to the students and hung up with regret. Then he dialed the teacher's phone and said slowly, "I'll go-look-look-you-the old man-home!" " "Say that finish, he hurried out of the house.

The sketch is over, but I am immersed in the atmosphere of the sketch and can't let it go for a long time. Every year on Teachers' Day, New Year's Day and Spring Festival, I just want to answer students' phone calls or read their short messages to feel the joy of being a teacher. In these sixteen years, I never thought of my teachers, never greeted them, and never visited them.

After blaming myself, I called my first teacher and expressed my apologies and shame. After answering the phone, the teacher knew it was me and said excitedly, "Oh, it's still full." Who should I be? " I thought it was Wang Yong calling from Guangzhou, but I didn't think it was you! "I quickly interjected:" Miss Wang, for so many years, I just answered the students' phone calls and looked through the short messages they sent, but I didn't call you once. What a pity! Are you in good health? " "Nothing, you are busy at work! My body is very good and strong, so I don't have to worry about it-it's full. Listen to teacher Wang. I have raised a lot of flowers in recent years, many varieties, epiphyllum-do you know? " "I know, the kind that only blooms at night and the flowering period is very short." "Yes, yes! This is epiphyllum. During this year's Olympic Games, no, it was held at the opening of the Olympic Games. Weinan TV station also made a special trip to my home to shoot. I wonder if you have seen it on TV? " "No wow, I don't watch our TV programs in Weinan at ordinary times. What a pity! " "Full, when you come to Pucheng, just give me a call, that place is easy to find. When you go back, Miss Wang will bring you some flowers. "

Listening to the teacher's excited chatter, I once again felt the feeling of maternal love, lingering in my heart. Among my teachers, there are many that I can't forget, but only Mr. Wang, like his mother, has been sending a warm current of love to his students. I haven't spoken to her old man on the phone since I walked three feet. I can totally imagine her excitement on the other end of the phone. Now that the teacher is seventy years old, he is still so energetic and maintains such an elegant life interest, which really makes me feel gratified.

After the phone call, my thoughts returned to primary school. I remember it was in the third grade. Miss Wang is my class teacher, and I am the monitor appointed by her. The reason is that I am eager to learn. Looking back now, I was only 1 1 years old at that time, and I was already reading a novel called Guild Wars in Unknown Sichuan. Teacher Wang saw it, smiled at me and gave me a thumbs-up sign: "Well done, can you understand it?" Then he patted me on the head and continued to encourage me: "I like reading, which is great. After reading it, the teacher is still here. " Unfortunately, there were not many books at that time, and my interests changed rapidly at a young age. I only read one novel before graduating from high school, and never read more.

From then on, my interest soon turned to calligraphy. Although there was a calligraphy class in the textbook, I was used to using pens at that time, so I always skipped the calligraphy class and stopped teaching. Look, I like writing, and my homework is neat. Teacher Wang often asks me to publish a blackboard newspaper and keeps praising me. When I published the blackboard newspaper, Mr. Wang stood by, admiring and praising. Sweat overflowed my forehead, and Miss Wang would wipe it off for me with a handkerchief like her mother, and gently said, "Take your time, don't worry, our handwriting is very beautiful!" After listening to Mr. Wang's praise, I am full of energy, I write more carefully, and the blackboard newspaper is more neat. Sometimes I don't forget to draw a simple pattern on the side to decorate it. I remember that every time the blackboard newspaper was published, Miss Wang always took me to her office, washed my hands, adjusted my clothes, and then gave me a gentle hug as a reward. That kind of warmth only a mother can give to her son, but I have felt it countless times from Mr. Wang's warm arms.

Pupils are afraid of teachers' encouragement, and I will never forget a self-study class. Teacher Wang assigned homework, and then announced, "This time, whoever finishes it earliest and tidiest can go home." After Mr. Wang finished speaking, I buried myself in my homework and forgot that it was in school and classroom. I thought it was in my yard, and my mother followed me. I finished my homework in less than half an hour. Just after eating, I proudly said to Teacher Wang, "Mom-I'm finished!" In the scene of forgetting me, I actually took Miss Wang as my "mother". When I got home, I told my mother this scene, and my mother couldn't help laughing. Looking at my mother's smile, I feel exactly like Miss Wang.

At that time, we went to primary school, and there was no fixed school. There is only one class, one in this place and the other in that place. The so-called schools and classrooms are people's houses. I still clearly remember that for quite a while, our class was at Mr. Wang's house. Mr. Wang's manor is only two and a half rooms wide. Their hometown is Huayin and they moved to our village. At that time, Huayin people who moved to our village were all called "immigrants", while we called ourselves "locals". Most of them didn't like "immigrants". All "immigrants" have a narrow base, and Mr. Wang's family is no exception. The teacher's house is covered on one side, and the east half is where we have classes. After class, Mr. Wang led more than 20 children to catch crickets and crickets in the narrow yard, play with eagles and chickens and sing nursery rhymes. Sometimes, we will move some small tiles under the guidance of the teacher. Her accent still carries Huayin's spoken language. She said to everyone: "Attention, students, don't let' Wacao' prick your hand!" We locals call that tile "tile hammer", but I didn't understand it at the moment and didn't ask much. When I saw my classmates picking up tiles, I began to work like everyone else. I took four or five pieces in my hand and tried to take another piece, but I accidentally cut my hand. Teacher Wang quickly took out the remaining rags from the basket to make clothes, bandaged them for me, and gently blew them while dressing them: "Does it hurt?" Don't take so much at a time, you hear me? "After the dressing was finished, Teacher Wang gently took me into her arms, and a warm current suddenly spread all over my body. ......

On April 18, 2009, several colleagues and I went to Pucheng to receive the ability test of senior high school teachers. After arranging accommodation, I hurried to Mr. Wang's house. Call her old man's house while shopping. When we arrived at the door of Miss Wang's house, she was already waiting for me at the intersection. She is not tall, slightly fat and dressed simply, just like my mother. The old man said to me with concern, "I am so busy at work, why do you still care about me?" But it's good to be here. Take some flowers raised by Mr. Wang when you leave later. I heard that you have bought a house and put it in the house to have fun. How nice! Stop it, stop it, come in, come in! "I looked at Mr. Wang and didn't know what to say excitedly, so I helped her:" It's too late to visit your old man today! ""I didn't recognize the teacher's daughter when I entered the room. Teacher Wang quickly introduced me: "This is my daughter, maybe older than you. I should call her sister." Teacher Wang asked her sister to make tea for me, pass water and tell me about the housing structure at home. Later, she led me to the yard and introduced her flowers and plants, such as Cycas, overlord fish, begonia and so on. At some point, I will dig some for myself, and I will take them home anyway. I tried to explain that I couldn't go home, so I had to go back to school. I didn't know how to take care of these delicate flowers and plants, so the old man stopped.

When I left, Teacher Wang reluctantly said to me, "Come to Pucheng sometime. Be sure to bring Mr. Wang's flowers and plants back to your home! " I got on the bus and looked back at Miss Wang. She still stood there motionless, just like my mother, watching her son go away for a long time. ......

It has been almost two months since I visited Mr. Wang in Pucheng. I have always said that I should carefully record Mr. Wang's kindness to me. Until today, the second day of the college entrance examination in 2009, I sat in front of the computer and recalled the warm and happy scene you gave me as a mother's love. ......

Miss Wang, my old mother! Your flowers and plants will always be in my home, beside me and in my heart. Those flowers and plants are a symbol of your maternal love for your students! !