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"Well, we know how to write." As expected of a student in the key class, his comprehension ability is very good.

After they all buried their heads in writing, I walked to the back of the classroom. The sunlight outside cast the shadows of the trees obliquely on the latticed wooden door at the back of the classroom and the white wall next to it, forming a very layered pattern. pattern.

"Teacher Mu! Teacher Mu!" Pei Fei who was sitting in the back row called me in a low voice but eagerly.

"Can you give me back my composition?" When she mentioned "that composition", her face turned red again, and she didn't dare to look at me.

"Why?" I smiled at her.

"Oh, you just give it back to me anyway!" She said coyly, playing tricks.

"Are you sure you can write something better than that?"

"That's needless to say! I want to write something shocking and weeping ghosts and gods..." Seeing me looking at her all the time, she swallowed the "big words" and couldn't help laughing again.

"Here, return your blue crystal and blue diamond to you, I dare not keep such a precious thing!" I handed her the ode to me written in beautiful handwriting.

She raised her face and looked at me with a smile, her big eyes bent into two boats rippling in the water waves.What a beautiful girl!

Three, the first time

"Shall we take a strange trip today?" I said to the students after entering the classroom.

"Okay! What trip?" They immediately became interested and looked at me puzzled.

I turned off all the lights in the classroom and asked them to close the doors and windows.The PPT I edited began to play on the big screen in the classroom: we rushed into a long "black hole" in a spaceship, and amidst everyone's screams, we floated to the blue sky, which was inlaid with stars that were at our fingertips. The clouds stretched out their cute little hands to hold us, and suddenly the sky turned into an ocean, and we swam to the deep sea, and we were amazed by the beautiful colorful world. Beauty, suddenly everything is gone...

When I turned on the lights all the way, they still hadn't reacted.

"How do you feel?" I asked them with a smile.

"Exciting, beautiful, amazing!"

"Have you seen it before?"

"No, it's the first time today!"

"What do you think of this first time?"

"Great!" they said in unison.

"There must have been many firsts in your 13 years of life, how about we list them all?"

"no problem!"

So I sent everyone a blank sheet of paper.Soon, they wrote a lot.

The first time to fly, the first time to take a train, the first time to cook, the first time to ride a bicycle, the first time to quarrel with my mother, the first time to test a hundred points, the first fight, the first picnic, the first time The first time I got slapped by my father, the first time I rode a roller coaster, the first time I wrote a composition, the first time I stole, I was caught by the traffic police for the first time, I climbed the window for the first time, I cheated for the first time... all kinds of things, very interesting .Some students also "shared" their secret first time in whispers.

"Now for your first classification, put the good ones on one side and the unpleasant ones on the other side. Let's see which one has more." Seeing that they were almost finished writing, I said again.

"Mine is much nicer!"

"Mine are much worse..."

They yelled at one another.

"What does this more and less indicate?" I asked.

"Writing more good things is a good student, and writing more bad things is a bad student." Some students shouted loudly.

"No, students who write more beautiful are confident students, and those who write more bad are students with low self-esteem." Someone shouted again.

"It's not comprehensive!" Pei Fei said loudly.

"What do you think?" I looked into her thoughtful eyes.

"I think there are four reasons. One is mentality. People with positive attitudes remember good things, and people with negative attitudes remember unpleasant things. The second is the problem of depth. People with depth are good at introspection and often remember unpleasant things. People who stay on the surface lack thinking and only remember good things. The third is the pursuit of perfection. People who pursue perfection often see the flaws in life, and people who are contented only see the good side of life The fourth is the problems encountered in life. Some people face a lot of suffering, and some people have smooth sailing." She said a lot in one breath, and it was a very philosophical concluding speech, which surprised me.

"So which one is better?" someone questioned.

"There is no distinction between good and bad, everything has multiple aspects, it depends on how you understand it."

"It's wonderful!" I took the lead in applauding.When the whole class burst into warm applause, the girl who was upright just now blushed and lowered her head with a smile.

"Just now we talked about our first time and our views on the first time. Let's watch Zhou Sushan's "The First Time Is Really Good" and see how she perceives it, okay?" I opened the Chinese book.

In fact, this article is very simple, just grasp the main idea and get inspiration from it.

"What's Zhou Sushan's opinion?" I asked after they finished reading the text.

"'First experiences don't have to be pleasant, but fresh and exciting and memorable.'" They get the hang of it right away.

"Any more?"

"'The more first times in life, the more colorful life will be. May you cherish the first time.'" They shouted louder.

"Teacher, this statement is wrong!" Tian Kun said.

"How do you say it?"

"There are many first times in life that you can't try, such as robbery, drug use, smuggling... So you can't say 'the more first times in life, the more colorful life will be', that's all 'colorful' to I'm in prison." The active-minded boy made an exaggerated gesture.

"Yes, it should be said that the more meaningful first times in life, the more colorful life will be." Meng Zhihao said.

"Well, good! So what kind of first time is meaningful?" I took his question.

"Happy."

"interesting."

"It's inspiring."

"Anything that does not violate the laws and regulations of the People's Republic of China!" Tian Kun said in a rough voice.

"There are still things that don't violate social morality!" Someone answered immediately.

"It doesn't violate school rules and discipline!"

"It doesn't violate the class rules..." They started joking.

"Mr. Mu, I'm coming!" Pei Fei raised her hands high.

"Okay, say it!"

"As long as it is true, kind and beautiful, it is meaningful. And whether it is meaningful for the first time varies from person to person. What is used by me is meaningful, and what is not used by me is boring." She said bluntly.

Her summaries are always so good!

"Also," I added, "what we actively pursue should be truth, goodness and beauty, and for the first time in passive acceptance, we should learn to distinguish, face it with a positive attitude, and reduce negative influences."

"What the teacher said is very true," Tian Kun looked at me and smiled mischievously, "We obey our orders!"

These bright-eyed children all clapped their hands vigorously. Pei Fei didn't move, but kept smiling and looking at me with a slight shyness.

It was the first time I met such a great student, and I really wanted to say it to her.

After class, she ran over to pick up my books. Since she became my department representative, she always ran to my desk before class and asked, "Mr. Mu, is there anything I can carry to the class?" The next time class was over, she ran to the podium and said to me, "I'll help you take the book back." This is the first time I have met such a proactive and considerate department representative.

"What kind of books do you usually read?" I asked her.

"It's basically a classic."

"Oh?" I was surprised, now not many children like to read classics.

"My classmates also thought I was very problematic," she said. "They didn't like to watch it."

"What do they like to watch?" I really want to know about the post-[-]s generation under my leadership.

"Adventures, online novels, romance novels, youth idol dramas..." She counted out a list at once, "There are still many students who write on the Internet."

"What are you writing?" I was curious.

"Internet novels." She said lightly.

You can also write online novels at the age of 13?I feel incredible.

"They wrote it for fun. But I don't think it's appropriate to put the time there."

"Why do you like reading famous books?"

"I didn't have any toys to play with when I was young, so my grandma made flash cards for me to play with, and I played with flash cards every day." Maybe she felt that her experience was naive and simple, but she looked at me shyly and blushed again.

"Haha, great." I still couldn't help laughing.

"That's why I knew how to read when I was very young. When we were in primary school, our classmates competed to see who had read the most classics, so I read them desperately." She amplified the volume.

"Well, the starting point is very good!" I said, "So your thinking is relatively deep, and you can look at problems from a certain height."

She was very excited when she met my admiring gaze.

"Keep working hard and stick to your approach." I hugged the book in her hand and patted her on the shoulder.

"Yeah." She turned around and ran away happily. This childish look was completely different from her performance in class, and I couldn't help laughing again.

[-]. Magnolia outside the window

My office desk is by the window, and there are several tall magnolias outside the window, which are green all year round, and the window is filled with fragrance every May. The rich, sweet and elegant fragrance is like their ivory-like color, fresh and charming.I'm on the second floor, just to the height of the flowers.

Magnolia in autumn has no flowers and no fragrance, but its green color exudes a refreshing fragrance.

"Teacher Mu!" Pei Fei often shouted outside the window, and when I poked my head out, she didn't say anything, just looked at me and smiled,