half paper youth

Yi Yuanxin didn't realize that he was three points more serious that night than he was studying.The delicate eyebrows are half hidden and half visible, and they are distinct under the fluorescent lamp, and they also have a somewhat mature taste.Shan Ren sneaked a few glances, and the profile of his deskmate had long been engraved in his mind, and he would never tire of seeing it.

"I'm done correcting, how about you?" Shan Ren folded the whole stack of papers together, moved a little towards the deskmate, rested his hands on it, rested his head on it, and tilted his head to look at his deskmate openly.But Yi Yuanxin still couldn't bear to look at him, seeing the complacent look on that person's face, he silently bit his lower lip.Shan Ren saw that there were still nearly ten uncorrected papers, and said softly: "Well, I will add one, and let's compare the accuracy rate to see who makes the most mistakes and who loses, so you can be convinced!"

This time, Yi Yuanxin boldly put a red tick on the paper and replied, "Deal!"

The latter matter, how to secretly send the test paper back to the temporary detention, they also remembered the matter of English later, and they also dealt with it, and it was the class representative of Class 9 who helped.On the second day, the old class was in the first class. He came to the class with a surprise he had known for a long time, and looked at the group of children with a half-smile.Alas, being a class teacher is still a bit of a disadvantage. Knowing this "surprise" early on is far less mysterious.

But it is enough for students to have this kind of heart. "Come on, Shuyun, let's pass on the homework. Your idea this time is very good, but I am afraid that some teachers will not like it, but there is no chance to come again." Yang Fangxian was a little disappointed when he said this, and he was only nine years old. month, and accidentally thought of nine months later.

Yan Shuyun walked to the podium, took the test paper with a smile, held it in his hand and said to the teacher: "Teacher, take a look, what is different about the podium today!" At the other end, Yang Fangxian was still immersed in his emotions When the class representative mentioned this sentence, he took a serious look at the podium, two boxes of chalk, an eraser, two towels folded squarely... and an iron box.

He just noticed this iron box.Before touching it, the teacher who has gone through big and small storms and seen the vicissitudes of the world has already slightly wet the corners of his eyes.He held back his tears and held on to the edge, he couldn't cry in front of the students.But the photo printed on it really made him a little bit embarrassed.

That photo was a group photo after their sophomore sports meet, the only group photo of them all. This kind of photo, next time, will probably be the graduation photo when they parted... At that time, their liberal arts class was not favored, and they all said liberal arts There are few boys in the class, so they are stereotyped as "weak".But in those two days, they proved themselves with their strength and successfully squeezed into the top three in the standings.The bright smile on this photo is still clearly visible, and those memory fragments are even more within reach.

Yang Fangxian supported the podium with both hands, and lowered his head slightly to prevent the students from seeing his distorted expression. The whole class stood up, and Shan Ren began to say: "Teacher, you have worked hard!"

A neat bow.

Yang Fangxian still lowered his head. He really didn't expect that this class of children left such a big gift for him. "You bunch of brats!" He gritted his teeth, and the students still understood what he meant. The company of more than a year had left traces of time on their homeroom teachers. Wrinkles, and gradually bent back...

Not only him, but the whole class could not help but have mood swings.After all, the teacher is a teacher. The elderly people quickly sorted out their emotions and slowly opened the iron box. He guessed that what was in it was the words written to him by the children.They still have time to fold thousands of paper cranes, it seems that I have to give them more homework.

He slowly opened a piece of paper, which was not signed, but their handwriting had been familiar to him for a long time, and he saw that it said: Teacher, this is the last Teacher's Day between us and you, Happy Teacher's Day.Over the past year or so, we have caused you a lot of trouble, so I would like to say sorry and thank you.We will carry forward the "Yang's Examination Method" you taught, and we will never embarrass Class 10 of the third year, and never let down the teachings of your class teacher!Three thousand threads of troubles are born for us, and we will slowly clean them up for you.

It's a very simple passage. If he, the Chinese teacher, scores six points for passing, and four points for emotion, he doesn't need to care about the full score.

There are still a lot of paper cranes lying quietly in the box at the back, and he opened a few more, then slowly folded it back to its original shape, and put it back gently. Time is limited and precious, and he wants to go back and taste it slowly.

"These are all written by the students to you, the teacher. The other teachers also have a box, and we will put them on the podium when they are in class." This is all in charge of the deputy monitor. Hundreds of thousands of paper cranes, let These girls were so bored that they stayed up for hours.The dark circles under the eyes were obvious, but they were still very happy. Everyone's smiles went straight to the bottom of their hearts.