Beautiful September prose

In September, the sky is exceptionally high and blue, and the clouds are exceptionally white and soft. In September, the morning glory and broom plum on the roadside climbed up step by step, and the smelly plum was still in full bloom; In September, the distant mountain put on colorful clothes, red, green, gold ... all kinds of colors staggered; In September, Dashan presented hazel mushrooms, Tricholoma matsutake and precious Ganoderma lucidum. In September, all the soybean leaves in the field disappeared, propping up a string of full pods. The leaves at the top of corn are still green, the stems of big corn are covered with golden fruits, and Chinese cabbage and radish are green; In September, there are several days to celebrate: Teachers' Day, wedding anniversary and fleeting birthday.

First, do it and cherish it.

September 20th is my wedding anniversary. It's been 20 years. I grew from a girl to a woman. I formed a family with someone who had nothing to do with me. I live under one roof, with happiness and trouble. I have enjoyed the roadside scenery for so many years, but it is only short-lived and I am not lost. There are several twenty years in life, so do it well and cherish it.

Twenty years ago, perhaps because I was old, I didn't imagine my marriage to be so perfect, but I just lived with my other half. As soon as the prologue of life begins, I still can't stand it. I used to teach only a dozen students in a remote school in the countryside and transferred here. I have faced more than 50 students at a time, taught mathematics and Chinese, and worked as a class teacher. I'm busy and tired, but it's nothing. There are three classes in one grade. No matter how hard I try, I always come last, so I can't learn from each other. My husband knows this situation and thinks I'm a loser. He never understood me. When I got home, I was exhausted. He didn't help me when the oil bottle fell. Students are often busy, so I will be late. He has been waiting for me to come back to cook, complaining constantly and not coming home in time after work. In the evening, I correct my homework and write lesson plans. He was impatient and called me inefficient. I feel that his attitude towards me before marriage is completely different after marriage. Before marriage, I was the advantage. After marriage, I am nothing. What he likes to say is "I can't carry the burden on my shoulders, but I can't carry the basket in my hand" or "I can't eat the leftovers and do nothing." Only I know my pain. Only by working hard and working hard again can we live with backbone. Later, he became an excellent class teacher at the municipal level, an expert in teaching, gave open classes to townships and counties, and published teaching research papers in provincial journals. Only then will he be kind to me. I know, everything is on my own.

At that time, I was surrounded by my family, and I was afraid to say a word of complaint. He looked at me coldly, saying, "Don't talk to me if you are too poor" left me speechless. He argued irrationally that I just didn't say anything, but in fact he was even more dissatisfied.

When we got married, we lived in a wing, and I painted the doors and windows myself. I didn't feel uncomfortable living there at that time. Students often come to play at home, and there is always laughter at home. But the neighbor's house in front built a big house, which completely blocked our house. We are as dark and humid as living in the basement. Every time he comes back from outside, he says he wants to build a house. There is no money at home, but brick money, carpentry money and bricklayer's salary can be credited. Build a house first and pay back the money slowly. On New Year's Eve, the owner of the brick factory sat on my kang asking for accounts, but he just wouldn't leave. He got paid and paid him immediately.

Build a house once and peel it once. Although the eldest brother came to help, the husband had to plan for himself and think of many things. I'm really useless. I can't help at all. My husband is very unreasonable, saying that my eldest brother works for me. The new house was finally built, and my husband broke down from constant overwork and had a high fever. Taking medicine and injections have no effect. The doctor here transferred him to the county hospital and was diagnosed with hemorrhagic fever. At that time, I felt very dizzy. I lent him money everywhere to treat his illness. If I can't borrow money, I'll sell the house. I'm not afraid of anything as long as someone is around. He was discharged from the hospital. Every day before dawn, I go to the tofu mill to bring him soybean milk, buy oranges and ribs, and I try to eat whatever the doctor tells me to eat. One winter, his body recovered. I won't be angry if he forgets my birthday, doesn't go out to buy things for me, doesn't do housework, or if I do a new hairstyle and buy new clothes, he pretends not to see it. I understand that peace is the most important thing.

Second, never forget the kindness of the teacher.

On the occasion of the 3rd1Teacher's Day, I can't help thinking about the training and education of teachers.

I can't remember most of the teachers who taught me, but several head teachers were impressed. Strange to say, although they are all male teachers. I also got their selfless care and love.

My teacher when I entered school was my father, when I was only 6 years old. My father held my hand at school. When it's windy, rainy and snowy, my father carries me on his back. I can still feel the width and warmth of my father's back.

In the second grade, I changed to a soldier who had just changed jobs as my class teacher. This teacher is a big boy, playing with us, playing with boys and jumping houses with girls. In class, anyone who is dishonest will hit him on the head with a pointer. He never hits me. I think the teacher has forgotten me. In class, in order to make the teacher pay attention to me, I deliberately made small moves and kept talking to my classmates around me. At last, the teacher couldn't bear it, and raised his pointer and approached me. At that time, I really longed for the teacher to hit me and wanted to enjoy the same treatment as other students. Unfortunately, the teacher raised the pointer and put it down.

In the fourth grade, I transferred to another school because I moved. My new head teacher is a young father. His child is only a few months old and his name is Tao Tao. We girls like to hug Tao Tao whenever we are free. The teacher gave us a morning self-study class, and Jenny wanted to cook. He held Tao Tao in his arms during class. Tao Tao is very good and never cries. After morning self-study, Jenny called the teacher home for dinner outside the window. We also go home for breakfast. Come back to class again. The teacher is gentle and patient. He has been waiting for us outside during the graduation exam. As soon as we came out, he asked about the answering process one by one. After many years, the teacher changed careers and became an official cadre. He went to my husband's hometown to go to the countryside and met my father-in-law. He is very concerned about my life. When my father-in-law told me this, I had an impulse to cry. I haven't seen this teacher since I graduated from primary school. The teacher's concern for me is eternal.

My head teacher in junior high school is very strict. He manages the class really well. The students are all afraid of him. The teacher is resolute. Our class has always been an excellent class. At that time, the family was difficult and the tuition was paid at the latest. After school, the teacher put money into my hand again. Now I know that the teacher paid my tuition.

It was very cold in winter, so the teacher applied for a subsidy and gave me a blue scarf. I am in poor health and I look thin. The teacher told her classmates that she would treat me like a little sister. At school, the teacher asked me to clean the classroom. Only I dare to talk to the teacher casually. My home is far away. In the afternoon, the teacher asked me to leave early. I am the only student in my class who doesn't have to be on duty. Later, I learned the reason why the teacher was tolerant of me. He has a sister with a disabled leg. He is particularly fond of his sister.

When I was in high school, the head teacher was bald and short. Maybe he is too good-tempered. Students are not afraid of him, and sometimes he is angry and helpless. He taught us physics in great detail, for fear that we wouldn't understand it. Instead, I lost interest in learning. The teacher drowned for his ex-wife's daughter and went fishing for dinner in the river. I was still sad for a long time.

My teachers, your kindness is like the sea, and thousands of words can't express it. My blessing can't be delivered, and there is no gift. Today I became a teacher, and I want to dedicate your love to my students. This is the best way to repay.

Third, tell the truth.

March 29th this year is the best day of my life. Teacher Shan took me into the fleeting time and took pains to help me revise and edit the article. Then I got to know many family members who had a fleeting time, such as the president's flying snow, the poet's eldest brother ginkgo tree, the red leaves in the sun, picturesque as jade, Yue Yue, Xiangxiang, uncooked rice, Xiuzi, listening to snow, Pearl Krabs, Fengfei, Han Mu, a pity girl, and my second brother ... fleeting masters are like clouds, all with unique skills, just like a beautiful golden phoenix. I am one by one. My article is simple and naive, and everyone encourages me, saying that I have a good foundation, but I just can't find my feelings. Teacher Shan, in particular, always makes me insist on writing, saying that if I insist on writing, I will get something. I do not feel inferior, but I always feel the warmth of my big family.

On the occasion of the fleeting birthday, I really want to have a chat with Brother Shu:

Brother Shu, you patiently guide me to write poems and help me revise them word by word, and I never tire of it; You are very strict with me. If you don't write, you should write according to literary standards. If you can't write it, you will resolutely reject it. If I am rejected, the reason for rejection is clearly stated on the plane, but you still explain it in the small window and ask me if I will scold you. I smiled. Writing poetry is just a hobby and entertainment, and can't be eaten as a meal. You laugh at my lack of ambition, which is related to my slow improvement. Tell me to read more poems I don't understand, communicate more, and don't rush to write.

I am distressed and miserable because I can't write a good poem. You, an amiable big brother, carefully read the graffiti in my space and comforted me by saying, Xiao Ya, you are excellent. How much progress have you made from memorizing a few words to writing an article? Smiles send us light, your article is very good. Your words keep haunting my mind. When I miss you, I shed not only tears, but also the strength to forge ahead. I seem to feel that you said to me, smiles send us light, you are not an ordinary grass in the ravine, but a fragrant lily, which will reveal its fragrance one day. I am looking forward to it. Brother Shu, I believe you will spend your fourth birthday with us. Brother Shu, our short meeting and your care are my precious wealth in this life. You've been with us, haven't you?

Brother Shu, remember that you asked me to send you a photo. To tell the truth, I don't trust you very much. Although I feel your sincerity, we have never met in a virtual network. You also felt my vigilance and told me that all your close friends took the initiative to send photos. On the internet, no one will treat anyone with a smile. I said I was old and ugly. Brother Shu smiled again. I can't help it. You are only 43 years old. I said the information was false. You sent a photo of a Tibetan grandmother with bronzed skin, knife-like wrinkles on her face and white hair. Ask me, is that right? Go, smiles send us light, and don't send me fake photos. After a while, you said, smiles send us light, I want to talk to you about poetry and life, but you don't think the person chatting online is a good bird, I dare not. There's a snickering expression again, and your humorous talk makes me laugh.

Brother Shu, the mountain master asked me to take a good photo of the post. I will try my best to take a good photo. First, choose clothes. Birthday is an important holiday, so we should choose the traditional holiday color of China-red. I like blue and white, which I think are the colors of the sky and white clouds, pure and pure. I don't have a red dress, so go out and buy it. I visited all the clothing stores and finally found a big red casual dress to wear. If the female boss wants 280, I will take out 300 and throw it to her. I said loudly, keep the change and run with the bull. Money is hard to buy. The boss's face turned into a flower with a smile. Teacher Zhu, you are really a good man. Everyone else is bargaining, but you pay more. You are welcome to come often.

Put on red casual clothes and I'll do the hairdressing. When I was a bride, I didn't even pay for my hair. Today, in order to show the elegance of a fleeting person, I must do it well. Tell the barber to take out the craft, soften the bangs, cut them carefully, and make the shawl's long hair wavy. Like carving a work of art, a barber does my hair a little seriously, marveling at the excellent quality of my hair while doing it, and the effect is good. I looked in the mirror, but I didn't look carefully. I really forgot my age. This hairstyle looks like Barbie doll. I asked a professional photographer to take a group of photos from different angles, and the photographer praised me for taking good negatives. I chose three and sent them into space. Teacher Shan looked at it and said that pearls are not ugly, and photos are ok. Brother Shu, did you see it? I thought I heard you say, smiles send us light, I believe that what you sent is not a fake photo. You look cute and naive.

Brother Shu, time has changed me and warmed me. The fleeting time is my spiritual home and all the spiritual sustenance of my spare time. I was loved by my family and I was very happy. Teacher Shan pulled me into the comment group and asked me to be a commentator in a fleeting time. How can I be competent? But how can I refuse the honorable teacher Shan? How happy it is to be able to do something and do a little bit for the fleeting time. In order to live up to the expectations of teachers in mountainous areas and repay the love of fleeting family members, I read the article carefully and left a message enthusiastically, which made the author feel the warmth of fleeting people. Brother Shu, I have been an excellent commentator for three months in a row. The Snow Society sent me three books by courier, with the autograph of the Snow Society on them. The considerate snow club also gave me a bottle of hand cream imported from France. Brother Shu, you must know that you will be proud of me, right?

Brother Shu, September, a long time, 27, the time that flies is true and sincere, and we will be together forever. Let's bless the fleeting time together!

I wish you a vibrant, prosperous and beautiful spring!