I have the impression that since I was a child, I have rarely been slapped by others. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info but I did suffer it, and I can remember it three times. I can't remember if there was anything missing from those three times, maybe there was! But only those three times impressed me, which just showed the meaning of those three slaps.

I don't agree with slapping someone, this kind of behavior is a kind of destruction of people, a violation of human rights, and an irrational act of violence. But here I am not trying to appeal for me, but to talk about the meaning and origin of those three slaps.

The first slap in the face originated when I was in elementary school.

It was a scorching lunch break, and I ran to school early from home after dinner, and happened to meet my classmate Xiao A. We walked idly in front of the staff dormitory, and when we walked to our math teacher's door, we heard the cheerful laughter of little girls inside. I've long heard that math teachers like to let little girls read homework in the dormitory, but it has not been confirmed, as for other things, I haven't heard anything, maybe the math teacher has grandfather feelings, like to be with children. None of that matters, what matters is how that slap was made!

Out of natural curiosity and impulse, I proposed to get to the bottom of it. So a very evil idea arose, to peep inside the situation. At that time, he was too small to stick his head out to see inside, and even if he was an adult teacher, he was estimated to be choking. I took the lead and took the lead, with Xiao A letting go behind. I struggled to climb up to the windowsill, and as soon as I showed my head, I saw the math teacher lying on his side, and there were two or three little girls playing the piano inside. But something was wrong, and my dark shadow immediately caught the attention of the math teacher's wolf-like eyes, and I saw that his expression immediately changed, and he became fierce. I felt that bad luck was coming, so I immediately jumped down and pulled Xiao A's legs and ran. At such an emergency moment, I was in a hurry and let Xiao A and I run separately, so as not to be caught by both of us. I looked back and saw that the math teacher was chasing me at the speed of a flyer, and although he was an old man, his steps were quite steady. Naturally, I couldn't sit still and run desperately towards the campus, but the persistent math teacher chased after him, and after chasing two laps, I was successfully dragged by him, and he didn't say a word, and slapped my little face, which was actually far more than a slap, and I didn't have time to count them one by one. I just remember that the math teacher's expression was very hideous, like a demon who wants to eat people.

The first slap taught me a profound lesson, and in the future, when I pass through the staff dormitory, I will keep it five meters away, so as not to hear the little girl's giggling laughter again, so as not to set myself on fire again.

The second slap was given to me by the head teacher of junior high school, and speaking of which, I should be very grateful to the head teacher for slapping me in time, otherwise I might not even be able to pass the high school exam.

When I was in junior high school, I had a lot of shortcomings, such as pride, naughty, not serious, and bad ideas...... One afternoon in the self-study, the students were all reviewing their homework, sitting in the first row, my tablemate Fuping and I were "trick-or-treating", the two of us laughed wildly for a while, and looked left and right for a while. This arrogant behavior immediately attracted the attention of the head teacher, who came over and grabbed me from the ear, opened the bow left and right, and slapped me on each side of the face. At that time, I only felt ashamed, and after the slap in the face of the head teacher, I immediately realized my mistake. That slap put me into a state of learning for a while, and I have to say that it was a very important turning point, and if it wasn't for the slap from the head teacher, I might not have woken up.

"Have you already been admitted to high school?" the homeroom teacher asked me in Mandarin! This sentence made me wake up for a while, and with the encouragement of that slap, I successfully entered high school.

The third slap in the face is more authoritative.

I always thought I wasn't a bad kid or an unmotivated kid. But at that stage of living in a school where no one is restrained, weak restraint pushes itself to a point of no return. After entering high school, I still didn't realize that studying was for myself, either writing love letters to a little girl, or following the big brother in the class to watch a play outside the school, and sometimes going to the field with bricks. What he did was no different from the behavior of a second-rate son!

Approaching the college entrance examination, just after the 5.12 earthquake, the school was still in a panic. The sun was already shining on my upper bunk, and I could only hear the humming of reading outside the dormitory, and I was still immersed in a sweet dream. Later, I was woken up by a powerful force, someone forcibly pulled my quilt away, I got up sleepily and was ready to get angry, but the person in front of me put out my anger at once, he was the principal.

The principal ordered me to put on my clothes and stand outside the dormitory. He was moved to tears by my decadent behavior, and said many touching words, followed by a heavy slap that buzzed my ears, and in fact, before the headmaster's slap fell, I was already in tears. But unfortunately, the principal came too late, and a month later, the college entrance examination was ushered in, and I was defeated!

As I grew older, I had a certain defensive ability, and no one slapped me anymore. However, I always feel that someone has slapped the life more clearly. On the road of life, I think I should slap myself often to keep myself awake at all times, so as not to be confused for a while and make irreparable mistakes.

To be honest, I miss the performers of the three slaps now, two teachers I have seen the first few times when I came home, they are already gray hair, but they still have the majesty of the three-foot podium on their faces, maybe they don't remember who they slapped in the face, but I remember it vividly.

Now the education in the city has moved away from the slap mode, and the teachers can't afford to slap it. But the child's growth needs to be beaten at the right time, and of course slapping is not recommended. Those parents should not spoil their children too much, whose children are born to mothers, why should yours be so special?

The neighborhood where I live is next to a high school, and the campus has just been built, and in my opinion, the facilities inside are already heaven. But there are still many parents in the city who spread the word about the school's badness. I want to say: your child goes to school, not to heaven!