One afternoon, the second class of the sixth grade held a secret squadron meeting in the classroom. The squadron leader led the discussion on the topic of what to give to the teacher when he graduated.
He Xiaoming was the first to speak, suggesting that everyone give their best things. He wants to give his most beloved ore to the teacher.
Zheng Feifei spoke, and he suggested sending a personal sentry so as not to divulge secrets. He Xiaoming reported himself to serve as a sentry. Immediately jumped out of his seat, jumped too hard, knocked over the pencil case with a bang, and scattered things all over the ground.
The discussion continued, and everyone vied for speeches. He Xiaoming excitedly raised his buttocks, aimed his eyes at the key hole, and served as a lookout.
The classmates were arguing enthusiastically, and suddenly, He Xiaoming shook his hands wildly and shouted in a low voice: "It's coming;."The teacher is here!The classmates hurriedly ran to their seats. Sitting there quietly reading books and doing homework.
Suddenly, the classroom was silent. A minute or two passed, and the teacher still didn't come in. Someone said: "He Xiaoming, did you see it wrong?"He Xiaoming walked to the door with his hands and feet to inspect again.
He Xiaoming just aimed his eyes at the key hole, and the door opened. He straightened up and rubbed his sore nose. Teacher Song asked, "He Xiaoming, why are you doing here without doing your homework?"He Xiao Ming didn't know what to say, and his classmates secretly hinted to Xiao Ming with their eyes: Don't leak secrets.
The teacher saw that the classmates were burying their heads in their homework and left. They discussed it again and finally decided to give the teacher a souvenir book. Each person should post a ** and a batch of homework with five points.
This decision silenced Xiao Ming, and he silently walked back to his seat and looked through his sketched homework book. Thinking: Unlucky, I don't know how many criticisms I have received for these unlucky notebooks, and now I have to get five points of homework, where can I find it?
After school, on the way home, Xiao Ming was very frustrated, and he wanted not to send it, right?This was again the squadron's decision. Besides, the teacher opened the souvenir book, and everyone's homework was five points, but only their own... Thinking about it, Xiao Ming felt that his face suddenly warmed up.
Today there is a language homework, which is to form sentences. Okay, this time I'll definitely write word by word, stroke by stroke, and I'll definitely get five points for the house. Xiao Ming encouraged himself and quickened his pace.
Xiao Ming came home, had a late dinner, and started to do his homework. He trembled and wrote the first word, and the pen in his hand did not listen, it was too long to write a horizontal, and it was too thick to write a stroke. He Xiaoming tore off the page with a brow.
He Xiaoming concentrated on writing a second one. This time it's better. As soon as I wrote two lines, there were two messy ghost words "murmuring", and the ink was a mess, and it was particularly large than other words. Unlucky, He Xiaoming tore it again in a huff.
I wrote four sheets in a row, my hands were sore, and people fell asleep. The clock was already pointing to eight o'clock. Mom urged Xiao Ming to sleep. He looked at the last one, and it was still dirty and dirty. yawned, shook his head helplessly, and fell asleep.
The next morning, He Xiaoming walked into the classroom and saw his classmates exchanging homework with each other. He slipped quietly to his seat. Several classmates asked him enthusiastically: "He Xiaoming, where is your homework?"Xiao Ming didn't answer everyone's questions.
The bell rang for class, the teacher walked in, the classmates stood up and asked, and at this moment, a paper ball flew to Xiao Ming's feet.
He Xiaoming took advantage of the chaos of his classmates to sit down, and picked up a paper ball, which read: "When I collected my homework, I told the teacher that you didn't bring it, and I will help you this afternoon, Zheng Feifei." Xiao Ming Yileng: Hmph!I don't write well, I'm biased. But when I think about the memorial book, I don't know what to do.
The bell rang for the next class, and the teacher called for homework. The book behind it came up.。 Xiao Ming hesitated. In the end, I decided not to hand it in.,I just handed over the book that came from behind to the teacher.。 Unexpectedly, he was discovered by the teacher.
After school at noon, the classmates all went home for lunch. In the classroom, only He Xiaoming was left lying on the desk and copying. His good friend Zheng Feifei paced around the table. After a while, he lowered his head and said, "Don't hold the pen too tightly, you see, do as I do." ”
Two friends, two nervous hearts, saw that they were almost done writing, and suddenly the tip of the pen leaked. Zheng Feifei said anxiously: "Hey, watch out for the ink!."He Xiaoming also panicked. Shouted: "Get the chalk!".”
The two friends frowned tightly, pouted, and stared at their homework books dejectedly.
After recovering a little, Zheng Feifei said helplessly: "I'll copy it for you!."Reach out and grab the barrel of the pen. He Xiaoming refused to let go, he said resolutely: "Then how can it be done!."Let me try again!”
Zheng Feifei said that in order to score five points early, he had already done a souvenir book for the teacher, and quickly copied it after grabbing the pen. He Xiaoming felt that he had influenced the collective alone, and he felt very sad. He stood at the table, wiping the corners of the table with his hands.
Zheng Feifei quickly copied it, He Xiaoming silently took the notebook, as if hiding something that he didn't want others to see, and put the house in the bottom corner of the drawer.
After handing over the book, He Xiaoming has always regretted it. The title of an article on the poster, "A Loyal and Honest Young Pioneer," seems to be particularly striking to him today. He was distraught. I thought to myself: I hope the teacher can't see it, and next time I will write it myself.
After school the next day, the teacher left He Xiaoming behind, and Zheng Feifei also came when he heard it, and the two of them admitted their mistakes to the teacher. The teacher solemnly pointed out that this was not a real way to help classmates, nor was it an honest act. He also cordially told the story of Uncle An Yemin's hard work on jumping the wooden horse, and asked He Xiaoming to practice calligraphy every day.
Since the teacher spoke, He Xiaoming copied three lines of books every morning during self-study. At first, he didn't write well and wanted to get angry, but when he thought of Uncle Ahn Yemin's spirit of hard work, he had strength.
It's almost the end of the period. At the end of school that afternoon, the squadron leader said to his classmates that everyone would be doing homework together at school this afternoon. The classmates unanimously agreed.
I started to do my homework, and the classroom was very quiet. He Xiaoming's heart was beating hard. Suddenly I felt that this assignment was not his alone, it belonged to the whole class;And I will always send it to my dear teacher as a memorial. He wrote with his heart.
The classmates are also concerned about He Xiaoming's homework. As soon as he stopped writing, his classmates rushed up, and the notebook spread from hand to hand. It was neatly lit and there was not a single stain. Xiao Ming shouted, "Give it to me!."Give it to me!"While grabbing the notebook, I was unspeakably happy in my heart.
The teacher came to the classroom and the homework was collected. The classmates surrounded the teacher and asked to see if today's homework was good. A few people grabbed and said, "Teacher, let's approve Xiao Ming's first!.""The teacher was baffled.
The teacher found He Xiaoming's notebook under the pleading of his classmates. He looked at it with a smile, nodded and gave it a skewny five. The surrounding classmates cheered and clapped their hands.
A few days later, a beautiful memorial book was made. The squadron sent He Xiaoming as a representative to send it to the teacher. While the teacher was away, he hid the gifts on the bookshelf, and put a paper note on the table and cabinet, so that the teacher could follow the words on the paper to find the souvenir book.
In the evening, the students hid outside the window of the teacher's house to see how the teacher found the souvenir book. This time, it was He Xiaoming who was the lookout, and he stood by the wall and whispered, "Here, here." ”
Under the light, the teacher searched for the note, with a relaxed and happy expression on his face, under the pillow, on the cabinet, and finally found the souvenir book.
The teacher took this gift, which could not be bought with money, and carefully flipped through it as if he was afraid of touching a delicate flower.