Because I studied "hard" throughout high school and excelled, even the pranks and mischievous mischievous times were turned a blind eye by the loving teachers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In Chinese class, my compositions were recited by the teacher in Mandarin every time in a subdued tone, and when I got the text, I saw the loving and warm comments of the Chinese teacher, and my mood was moist, which was forever engraved in that immortal memory. Like a pearl in the long river of life, shining and warming a lifetime!

At that time, most of my essays were argumentative essays and essays, because I liked to read books, read poems and songs, ancient style poems, modern poems, and magazines like "Reader's Digest" were often bought and read by saving food expenses, so the beauty of my composition language was naturally not a problem, as well as the longing and distant vision for the future when I was young, so that my heart and pen were flowing with the juice of youth!

I remember that Ms. Gao gave me some famous books from her family every winter and summer vacation, and lent me "Red and Black", "Dream of Red Mansions", "Jane Eyre", "La Traviata" and other books from her collection. She thought that in addition to beautiful language, I also cultivated and formed thoughts, which I slowly understood when I grew up.

Mr. Su of biology is a young but old-looking little old man, who always has a smiling face, and is also the teacher I respect the most. He was so good that he couldn't bear to make him angry. Maybe he's the kind of person who doesn't get angry. My biology is also very good, and he always looks at me in class to explore my mastery and understanding of what I have learned.

Later, when the college entrance examination was approaching, the students with good grades sat in the first three rows, and Teacher Su could no longer care about the dissatisfaction of the students in the back, and only grasped the progress and content of the teaching with our understanding and progress. Although this seems to be unfair to everyone, the cruelty of the carp jumping over the dragon gate is like this, in order not to be completely wiped out, you can only cultivate a few small fish that may jump over.

At that time, the college entrance examination admission ratio was more than ten to one, so it was likened to thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge. At that time, I had no other way out than to desperately squeeze across the single-plank bridge.

There is also a mathematics teacher Fan who is the homeroom teacher of the fifth class, and often sneers at the three musketeers in their class because we won the first place in the grade. said, "A dignified seven-foot boy can't even fight a few little women! I can't even raise my head in class six!"

One night of self-study, except for the light of the fluorescent lights in the classroom, it was silent and dark outside. I was sitting by the classroom window, and suddenly I felt something shaking outside the window, so I looked up and looked closely, but there was nothing. After a while, I actually felt similar again, and suddenly I felt creepy! Could it be a ghost?

He asked the boy at the table in a trembling voice, "Do you see if there's anything outside the glass?"

The boy looked closely and said no, and suddenly my trance-like nerves sensed something strange again, and unconsciously a terrible scream resounded through the quiet classroom, and the classroom was suddenly in chaos!

The boy volunteered to rush out to check what was going on, and saw the figure running back to class 5 in a hurry. Only to find out that it was the Three Musketeers of Class 5 who were peeking at my every move outside my window!

Physics was originally a very good substitute teacher, but later he got hepatitis cirrhosis, his face was jaundice, and he was so thin that he couldn't stick to it, so he was replaced by a teacher surnamed Liu, who never understood those physical processes that were not complicated, and he couldn't get mixed up until the third year of high school. Although Mr. Zheng gave a good lecture, he had no way to focus all his energy on our learning. As a result, the entire class had the worst grades in physics, and so did mine.

The girls in Class 6 are notoriously active in the whole school, and I play a role in helping to make them happen.

During each 10-minute break, I would organize two teams of girls to face off against each other in the "castle" drawn under the poplar tree outside the window. The sound of laughter and slapstick is unremitting, and it often provokes the teachers in the office to look at the girls in class 6 who seem to have no heart and lungs and don't know how to be nervous. Later, even the boys joined in, and that heartless momentum occupied most of the air in the grade.

Other classes tried to follow our example, but they didn't succeed. I often see the teacher coming over with the lesson plan, and a few people are unwilling to hide in the "castle" that they have finally reached and are unwilling to come out. The teacher waited patiently for everyone to enter the room before moving into the room.

It was just such a simple joy and happiness at the beginning, but now I think about it, I will never forget it for the rest of my life.