That day, the sun shone into the classroom, and Teacher Xiaoxian stood in front of the podium, telling the students a set of wonderful numbers. It is said that the most magical set of numbers in the world was found from the pyramids of ancient Egypt, but what I didn't expect was to see another set of magical numbers here, but through Xiaoxian teacher slowly unveiled the shocking secrets in the fog.
I was a section shorter than the rest of the class, so I was placed in the front row in the middle, and it was clearly visible that the characters jumping on the blackboard formed a very interesting number, leading the students into another kingdom of knowledge.
This was the last class of the morning, and I was intently looking at the details of each section, step by step, layer by layer, one-on-one, and there were many strange black spots in between, which were the key to open the door to a new world. At this time, the whole class was filled with the strong aroma of ink, and I couldn't stop feeling the hot temperature of the paper.
It seemed like the first math lesson in my life. Since that moment, I have understood the power of numbers, which leads me through infinite time and space, and confidently explore every unknown, so that in the process of exploration, I will continue to learn and grow.
When I really came to my senses, I realized that it was an adventure in the classroom, and now that I look back, that math lesson is still vivid, like a seed, deeply rooted in my heart.
I remember when I was a child, we were all wearing white shirts and red scarves, sitting at the desks with childish faces, listening carefully to the teacher's lectures. The teacher's words, like the rain and dew in spring, nourish every child's heart. Whenever the teacher throws a question, they all scramble to raise their hands, hoping to get the "you say".
The words in the textbook are like magic spells, sometimes let us enter the world of fairy tales, and sometimes let us experience the wisdom of the ancients. Those days, though simple, were filled with a thirst for knowledge. There are processes that we may no longer remember now, but they shape our thinking and emotions.
In the morning, I would go upstairs and do what I had to do. Just now, when I passed by the corridor on the second floor, the first thing I saw was the calf in the class, his expression was very focused, and sometimes he frowned slightly, looking really super attentive. I like him like this, we usually chat together, but he and I can talk to each other, he is indeed a spiritual child.
At this time, I look at the children, or listen intently to the teacher's explanation, and every moment is a feast of knowledgeOr draw with full attention, and every stroke is full of colors inside;Or meticulously write homework, and the answer to each question is a vision for the future.
The second-grade children are like spring flowers blooming in front of their desks. In this place full of innocence and dreams, every student is fully prepared for their future selves. Here, there are laughter, tears, and colorful flavors every day. Here, they learn to be self-reliant, learn to share, and learn how to truly understand, and learn to think from different perspectives.
Not long ago, I found a WeChat message from Teacher Fu of Class 2 (4) in the circle, and she expressed her true feelings in this way:
Watching the children grow day by day is a great relief. They gradually learned how to love, how to care, how to tolerate. Among them, every small progress made me deeply feel the essence and meaning of education.
This morning, at the gate, Xiao Ming took the initiative to help the crying little sister, this child is in the first grade, why is this like this?It was not known at the time. Xiao Ming happened to be by her side at this moment, and he comforted her softly, helped her wipe away her tears, and gave her a smile. Xiaohua walked into my office between classes and brought me a cup of hot tea when he saw that I was tired. Their actions make me firmly believe that the world will get better and better because of them. Every child is a unique star who lights up our world in their own way.
I'm always wandering alone, I'm always looking for it alone, and I'm always here, hoping that I'll soon become a child as big as them. At that time, with my friends, there were new games and adventures every day. At that time, I ran carefree on the country road with my friends, looking at the sky, especially blue, especially blue ......
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