There are many teachers, and here are just two: the old and the new.

The old teacher's surname was Wang, and she had not been a bride for a long time, with straight and soft shawl hair, big bright eyes, and a smile at the corner of her mouth, and she had a sunny good mood for her students.

Jin Ling has always liked women with long hair in shawls, and she has an unusual interest in shampoo commercials on TV, coupled with Mr. Wang's good temper, Mr. Wang has naturally become her idol. When she was fine, Jin Ling came to the teacher, touched her hair, said a few sweet words about the little girl, and gave the teacher a few beautiful stickers. The teacher is a little partial to Jin Ling, and always says that Jin Ling writes well, and gives her a high score of "98" several times.

The good times didn't last long, Mr. Wang taught Jin Ling for less than a year, and her husband, who studied in the United States, applied for a visa for her to accompany her, and she was going to resign and go to the United States.

In the days when the teacher was leaving, Jin Ling was like losing her soul, and she always pestered her mother and asked with tears in her eyes: "What's so good about the United States?" Why did she leave? ”

Mom said, "What's wrong with America? Why can't she go? When you grow up, maybe you'll go too. ”

Jin Ling was very melancholy, as if she would really leave her home soon.

Jin Ling rummaged through the cabinets and picked out his favorite plush toy to give to Mr. Wang.

Mom said, "I'm really ignorant. When a teacher goes to the United States, he wants to bring food, clothing, and gifts, and there are so many things that he is afraid that the box will not fit, so how can he bring the toys you send? Excess luggage is subject to a lot of fines. ”

Of course, Jin Ling couldn't bear to let the teacher be punished, so she sent a very beautiful Christmas card instead. Actually, it was still summer. Jin Ling asked for the teacher's address in the United States again, copied it neatly on a piece of paper, and begged her mother to put it away for her. She said she was going to write a letter to her teacher.

Before the semester ended, Mr. Wang left.

The new teacher's surname is Xing, he is in his 50s, thin and small, always wears a pair of white travel shoes, walks with wind under his feet, speaks quickly and shortly, can spit out hundreds of words a minute, and trains students to talk for an hour or two, and the students are a little afraid of her.

Jin Ling was not afraid at first, because she was a little girl who could stick to anyone. Once Jin Ling went to the teacher's office to get a notebook, lay down in front of Teacher Xing's desk, held a small stone statue tied to a red rope and swayed in front of Teacher Xing, and asked with a smile, "Teacher, do you like it?" Teacher Xing raised his eyelids and said solemnly: "Don't come to this set with the teacher's hippie smile." ”

Jin Ling only felt as if a scoop of cold water was splashed in her heart, and she was so aggrieved that she was about to cry.

Since then, Jin Ling has been resistant to the new teacher, and feels that she is not as good as the old teacher. People are not as beautiful as the old teacher, the words are not as good as the old teacher's, and even the chalk words are not as beautiful as the old teacher's writing. She pouted and said to her mother: "What kind of writing is not as good as Lin Zhihe in our class." ”

Jin Ling's mother is very worried, the child enters the sixth grade, it is the critical moment for the child to be promoted to junior high school, at this time it is not very appropriate to change the teacher, where can there be a gap between teachers and students? She went to the school to inquire about someone, and only then did she learn that this teacher Xing has a lot of teaching experience, and I don't know how many graduates she sent away. Jin Ling's mother was only then down-to-earth, and in the future, she often paid attention to praising the teacher in front of her daughter: "Oh, it's amazing that the teacher can dig out such a deep meaning in this text!" Or: "The comments on this essay are so well written, my mother can't have imagined it in any way." ”

Jin Ling was unmoved, and smiled: "You are not a teacher, of course you can't think of it." ”

Jin Ling's mother ate a stuffy child, hated in her heart, and felt that her daughter was really big, and she was afraid of being assertive.

Less than a week after Teacher Wang left, Jin Ling was eager to write a letter to her. Mom said, "It's too urgent, isn't it?" I don't know if I've settled down. ”

Jin Ling asked, "How many days does it take for a letter to be sent to the United States?" ”

Mom said, "A week at least, 10 days at most. ”

"Isn't that enough?" Jin Ling said, "Shouldn't the teacher have a good home after 10 days?" ”

Jin Ling lay on the table and wrote, first drafting, and then copying, writing essays has never been so serious. When her mother came over to see it, Jin Ling alertly blocked it with her arm and stared at her mother to leave.

The mother was a little jealous in her heart, and said in a long voice: "My daughter has grown into a big girl, and she refuses to tell her mother anything." ”

Jin Ling blushed in a hurry: "Private letters, keep them confidential!" ”

After writing the letter, she came over with a saliva and begged her mother to write a letter for her. She was worried that if she had written the wrong format, Ms. Wang would not receive the letter.

After more than half a month, the reply was really sent, and it was sent to the communication room of Xinhua Street Primary School. The grandfather in the communication room beckoned Jin Ling to take the letter in front of several classmates, and Jin Ling was so excited that his face was red and his eyes were shining. She jumped home, and as she walked up the stairs, she shouted, "Mother, the reply is here!" She read the letter over and over again, reciting every punctuation mark. Then she carefully placed the letter under her pillow and slept with it night and night.

Jin Ling wrote another letter to the teacher, but never heard back. She told her classmates about it in class, and the classmates said, "It seems that Mr. Wang has moved in the United States." Jin Ling was stunned and depressed for several days.

Jin Ling's pen writing has always been very bad, the writing is soft and collapsed, not to mention the bones, and lacks a serious and serious attitude, constantly making mistakes, constantly scribbling correction fluids, pasting correction paper, and making the book scarred, like a wounded soldier who has just come down from the battlefield and is covered with adhesive tape. Teacher Xing often tore up the notebook and punished her for rewriting, and once asked her to write it 100 times. Jin Ling really hated and feared Teacher Xing, and the antagonism became more and more serious.

In the middle of the night, Jin Ling's mother was awakened by her daughter's crying and went over to see her. In the dark, Jin Ling sat on the bed wearing only a vest, and her shoulders twitched. Mom put her arm around her shoulder and asked, "What's wrong with you?" Got a nightmare? Jin Ling cried: "I miss Teacher Wang!" ”

Jin Ling's mother held her daughter in her arms distressedly, and thought to herself: "This child is too emotional." I also thought that Mr. Wang should not either, since he said that he had agreed to communicate with the child, he should send a new address when he moved.

Jin Ling's relationship with the new teacher has been stiff for nearly two months.

Before the mid-term exam, Teacher Xing called Jin Ling to the office to talk, and explained a lot of reasons very seriously, asking her to correct her learning attitude, take every homework seriously, and work hard in a down-to-earth manner. Jin Ling twisted his hands, deliberately pretending to be indifferent, as if he was not listening.

The class bell rang, and the teacher waved his hand, indicating that the conversation was over. Jin Ling was relieved, and wanted to slip away. Walking to the door of the office, the teacher suddenly said behind her, "Actually, you are a very smart child. ”

Jin Ling was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly turned around and asked the teacher, "Who are you talking about?" ”

The teacher said, "Of course I said you." You have good qualifications, you have a lot of potential in learning, and if you give full play to it, you should be the best child in the class. ”

Jin Ling stood motionless for a long time. Then her eyes were a little red. Then she went back to the classroom.

After returning home that day, Jin Ling chattered with her mother about school things as usual. As she spoke, she suddenly said, "Do you know? Actually, our teacher Xing looks good when he laughs. ”

Mom asked, "What's a good idea?" ”

Jin Ling said: "The eyes narrowed into a slit, revealing two little tiger teeth, like a little girl." ”

After a while, she sighed and said, "I really like to see her laugh." ”