Text: Peng Chenhan.
There are many things that make my heart pound in my memory, but the one that impresses me the most is the experience of giving a lecture for the first time.
When I was in the second grade, the teacher asked us to learn to lecture, and I immediately raised my hand and became a little teacher, and I was talking about "The Little Hedgehog and His Friends".
At first, I was confident because my classmates were listening attentively to my lectures. But after a while, I saw a few students in the audience deserting, some playing with erasers, some flipping books, and some looking out the window. I was a little worried, and I wondered, "Am I not speaking well?" Still not communicating with your classmates? Thinking of this, I immediately asked loudly: "How old is the little hedgehog this year?" What elementary school does it attend? After that, like an eagle, I searched around the classroom with a keen eye, and 13 students raised their hands! My heart blossomed.
Filled with confidence, I asked another particularly difficult question. The classroom suddenly fell silent, and I was a little nervous, and my eyes scanned the classroom round and round, but no one raised their hands. I looked at the teacher again and asked for her help. The teacher gave me a hint with his eyes, but I was so nervous that I didn't understand what the teacher meant. Just when I was at a loss, the teacher walked out of the classroom, and I was even more nervous, and my legs couldn't help but tremble.
I regretted it and muttered to myself: Hey, I shouldn't have asked such a difficult question. I was so nervous that my heart was like fifteen buckets of water—seven up and eight down. I blushed and my heart was beating, my arms were like a rabbit in my arms, my legs were shaking more and more, my hands were a little numb, I couldn't hold the microphone, and my heart was about to jump to my throat, "God, please let your classmates know the answer to this question, otherwise I will be laughed at by everyone!" I thought to myself. At this moment, a student in the audience slowly raised his hand, and I was like a traveler who had walked in the desert for a long time, and finally found a water source. I was overjoyed and called out the name of the classmate, who also answered my questions excellently.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and the stone hanging in my heart finally fell. I immediately recovered and continued to give lectures with confidence. The bell rang for the end of class, and the class finally ended smoothly, and the audience burst into warm applause. I was ecstatic and returned to my seat, and after a long time, my heart was still pounding, and my face was still full of smiles that I couldn't hide.
The past events of my childhood are like small boats, some of which fade away with the passage of time, but some of which have always stayed in the harbor of my memory, just like this unforgettable lesson and my first experience as a little teacher.
The author is a student of the 2001 class of Shazitang Primary School, Yuhua District, Changsha City, and the instructor is Wei Li).