In this day's Chinese class, the Chinese teacher thought that Qin Liang, a retired teacher with high morality, was over sixty years old, and his emaciated body always wore a black-framed glasses, and the pupils of his eyes were protruding. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Teacher Qin Liang used to be the young master of the landlord's family, and his family lived in the four villages behind the courtyard of the Huang family.

was supposed to be criticized, but the Qin family is not the kind of landlord who is not benevolent to the rich, and he was a people's teacher a long time ago, referred to as the people's teacher, and when the land was divided, he took the initiative to donate his family's land, so he escaped with pride.

In that chaotic era, the young master of his landlord's family actually didn't have a good time, when the geographical dealer was about to harvest, the bandits in the mountains of about twenty miles would come to the door, perhaps to deal with the bandits in the mountains, the Qin family was still helpful to the villagers.

Let's take a Chinese course! To put it bluntly, it is to teach people to read and write, and to teach people to be people!

Teacher! There are always some people who show off their knowledge, and they will always use what they hear or see on the radio or television to show off in their spare time, perhaps to increase the knowledge of students.

On this day, Mr. Qin said that the typhoon made landfall on the mainland from Taibend.

Huang Mingqiang, who completely understood that he was going to ask if he didn't understand, hurriedly raised his right hand.

"Huang Mingqiang, what do you not understand?" Teacher Qin nodded approvingly, seeing that some students were diligent and smelly, his heart was as sweet as honey.

"Teacher Qin, the typhoon is blowing from the side of Taiwan?" Huang Mingqiang hurriedly said the doubts in his heart.

"Yes! This typhoon is blowing from the bend side! Teacher Qin nodded in acknowledgement.

"Then, Mr. Qin, is it a typhoon blowing from the bend?" Huang Mingqiang couldn't help but ask again.

"That's right! It's a typhoon blowing from the bend! ”

Hearing Mr. Qin's Q&A, from this moment on, Huang Mingqiang had a definition of typhoon in his mind.

Another day, Mr. Qin began to talk about how the Mianyang of Shuchuan was.

Huang Mingqiang remembered that when he was watching Shuchuan TV at home yesterday, he happened to hear what he saw when the host played Mianyang, so he said to Teacher Qin: "Teacher Qin, is Mianyang a place to raise sheep!" I saw this yesterday when I watched TV! ”

It was also during this period that Huang Mingqiang had a definition of typhoon, that is, the wind blowing from Taiwan, Mianyang is the place where sheep are raised, Gansu is the place where sugarcane is planted, and the place where the most mandarin oranges are planted is Guangyuan......

Misconception, perhaps because he was located in the remote southwest, he could not meet a teacher who could explain it for him, or the teacher's misdirection, so that this understanding has always been deep in his heart, and he took it as the truth.

After all, a nine-year-old child is greedy for fun, and Huang Mingqiang, who is in the countryside in this era, plays nothing more than going up the mountain to catch birds, going down to the field to fish, poking loaches in the mud, and drilling yellow eels in the fields.

There is no basketball court in the school playground, football is useless, and it is just that you kick it to me, I kick it to you, and in his understanding, there is no goalkeeper profession at all.

During this time, Huang Mingqiang became obsessed with playing cigarette boxes, that is, using cigarette boxes used up by adults, folding them into a rectangle, bending, and then several people together, after rock-paper-scissors, the victor picked up a stack of folded cigarette boxes and threw them the ground, and then slapped them on the ground with a palm fan or force, and the one covered on the ground was considered a winner.

There are also two folded cigarette cases, which are covered with each other, and all of them are fanned into the shape of covering the ground, even if you win.

There are several cigarette boxes, and Huang Mingqiang, whose skills have not yet been tempered in place, did not take long to have no cigarette boxes for the game at all, and saw that others were tearing books and folding them to play.

I remembered what Mr. Qin said: "It is better to believe in books than to have no books!" ”

Huang Mingqiang said secretly: "Is it better to believe in books than to have no books, and it is better to have no books?" Well! It must be so, the teachers are not as good as no books, well! ”

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt, Huang Mingqiang also began to tear up the previous books at this time, and used them to play cigarette boxes with Huang Mingbo and others and other classmates, but he didn't know that he had misinterpreted the true meaning of the letter book was not as good as no book, who made him only nine years old, still a child, with limited knowledge, and couldn't understand the meaning of these words at all.

Perhaps when the teacher said this, he was telling the students to read the knowledge in the book and understand it thoroughly, and at the same time, they should maintain a skeptical attitude and dare to question the things recorded in the book, but can a nine-year-old child truly understand the true meaning of believing in a book is not as good as not having a book?

I haven't memorized it, how can I talk about reading it thoroughly, I haven't understood it yet, I haven't understood it thoroughly, so why question the content of the book?

Just like those who only know how to do addition and subtraction, you teach him multiplication and division, does he understand?

In this way, Huang Mingqiang began his great cause of tearing books, and after the kindergarten was torn, he began to tear the first grade of primary school!

Everything has vitality, and children who come into contact with things are generally curious, then act, then get bored, and finally give up!

When I got bored with the cigarette box, I saw that others began to fold boats, planes, birds, and pineapples.

At first sight, Huang Mingqiang's heart was pounding, especially when he saw other students after class, competing outside the classroom to see who could fly far.

You need paper to fold an airplane, right? Come on, the books for the first grade of elementary school are all torn, what's the matter? Come on! Let's tear up the second grade! That's last year's book!

Seeing that the plane he folded for the first time took off from the mountain and flew for more than ten meters, Huang Mingqiang was very happy, but the surrounding classmates laughed!

Huh! was ridiculed, it seems that this plane is not good, it still needs to be improved, only by folding better, can it fly longer and farther!

The paper airplane of the arrow, that is, the rocket, appeared in Huang Mingqiang's hand for the first time, and after trying it, he found that he couldn't fly far, so it was still a paper airplane with a flat head!

For a few days in a row, Huang Mingqiang didn't have the heart to use it for other purposes at all, all his thoughts were on aircraft manufacturing, when he saw others folding planes, he took a serious look at how others did it, and when he saw others flying planes, he also saw what shape of planes flew farther and longer!

On this day, there was a breeze.

After class, Huang Mingqiang walked out of the teacher, took out the plane that had just been folded, and flew gently down the hill under the school.

The plane flew steadily, perhaps because of the breeze, the plane flew a long way and for a long time. Seeing the envious eyes of several classmates beside him, Huang Mingqiang was extremely proud.

But when the test results came down, he panicked.

"Huang Mingqiang, if you were as serious about studying as you were about folding planes, you wouldn't just score a little bit in the test!" When Mr. Qin, who wears black-framed glasses, stands on a high place and looks at people, his eyes never look through the lenses, but always over the top of the glasses frame and go straight to the goal!

Sometimes when he saw Mr. Qin staring at him, Huang Mingqiang wondered if he was short-sighted? Hearing him say this at this time, Huang Mingqiang lowered his head cleanly and was silent! I know very well that only by bowing my head and being silent can the teacher feel that he has recognized his mistakes.

Maybe the teacher standing on the stage only knows how to read from the book, and does not let the students feel the charm of learning!

Love learning, no heat, how to love, how to learn?

Holding the test paper and seeing the big thirty-eight on it, Huang Mingqiang felt very dazzling, and he was afraid that after returning home, it would be another meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots! With an idea, I found a fountain pen with the same ink and changed the three to eight.

But he underestimated the IQ of adults, and his father looked at the test papers, how to look at it, why there was no eighty-eight.

Huh! Not only has this kid's grades dropped so much, but now he has the audacity to alter his grades, is this still necessary?

The golden stick was waved once, and Huang Mingqiang wailed in pain again......