My mother teacher essays

I have been a teacher for sixteen years, and I have reaped the happiness that being a teacher has brought me...

Every summer vacation, students will always They sent me unexpected concerns, or rushed to the place where I taught to hold a banquet for me. They surrounded me, and while we were drinking and drinking, I recalled the days we spent together and recalled each unforgettable detail. My classmates all regard me as "father", but in fact I am not that much older than them.

On the evening of New Year's Day in 2009, I sat in front of the TV and enjoyed the TV program. At this time, a sketch about teachers happened to be playing on TV. Watching the protagonist - a recently retired teacher - answer calls from students, I couldn't help but think of my students. In fact, they had already sent me text messages before, and I didn't bother to reply to them. Thinking of this, I didn't think it was nothing, so I continued to appreciate it.

Suddenly the protagonist became excited. Wasn't it a call from a student? Oh, it turns out it was a call from the protagonist’s teacher. The teacher is over 80 years old, and he is still worried about his students who have been teachers for more than 30 years. After the protagonist finished talking to the teacher on the phone, his student called him again to say hello. He hurriedly said a few words to the student and hung up the phone with regret. Then he dialed the teacher's phone number and said word by word: "I'm going to see your home right away!" After that, he hurried out of the house.

The skit ended, but I was immersed in the atmosphere of the skit and couldn't let go for a long time. Every Teacher's Day, New Year's Day, and Spring Festival, I just answer the phone calls from students, or read the text messages they send, feeling the happiness of being a teacher. In the past sixteen years, I have not once thought of my teachers, not once have I called to say hello to my teachers, or not once have I visited them.

Feeling guilty, I called my first teacher and expressed my apology and shame. After answering the phone, the teacher knew it was me and said excitedly: "Oh, it's still full, who should I think it is? I thought it was Wang Yong calling from Guangzhou, and I never thought it was you!" I hurriedly said Interjected: "Teacher Wang, for so many years, I have only answered calls from my students and read text messages from them, but I have never called you once. I am so ashamed! Are you feeling well?" "Nothing. , you are busy with work! I am in good health and strong, so there is no need to worry about it - Manman, listen to Teacher Wang, I have raised many flowers over the years, many varieties, epiphyllum - do you know? " "I know, the kind that only blooms at night and has a very short flowering period." "Yes, yes! It's this epiphyllum. It bloomed during the Olympic Games this year, no, right at the opening of the Olympic Games. Weinan TV station even made a special trip to my house. "It was filmed. I wonder if you saw it on TV?" "No, I don't usually watch our Weinan TV programs. What a pity!" "Manman, call me when you come to Pucheng." The phone number is easy to find. Teacher Wang will bring you some flowers when you go back." Listening to the teacher's excited chatter, I felt maternal love lingering in my heart again. Among my teachers, there are many that I will never forget, but only Teacher Wang, like a mother, continuously delivers the warmth of love to her students. I have never spoken to her on the phone since we met three feet apart. I can completely imagine her excitement on the other end of the phone. The teacher is now seventy years old, but he is still so energetic and maintains such an elegant taste in life. This really makes me happy.

After talking on the phone, my mind went back to my elementary school days. I remember it was the third grade. Teacher Wang was my class teacher, and I was the monitor appointed by her because I was studious. Looking back now, at that time, I was only 11 years old, and I was already reading a novel called "The Battle of the Unnamed River". Teacher Wang saw it, smiled at me, and raised his thumb: "Great, can you understand?" Then he patted my head gently and continued to encourage me: "I like reading, this is great. , after reading it, the teacher still has it here. "Unfortunately, there were not many books at that time, and my interests changed quickly at a young age. I only read one novel until I graduated from high school, and I never read any more.

After that, my interest quickly turned to calligraphy. Although there was a calligraphy class in the textbook, I was already accustomed to using pens at that time, so the calligraphy class was always skipped and not taught. Teacher Wang saw that I liked writing and my homework was very neat, so he often asked me to post on the blackboard and kept praising me. When I posted the blackboard report, Teacher Wang stood nearby, admiring and praising me. When beads of sweat overflowed from my forehead, Teacher Wang would think of my mother and gently wipe it with a handkerchief for me, while saying softly: "Take your time, don't be in a hurry, the words we write will be beautiful." "After listening to Teacher Wang's praise, I felt full of energy, wrote more seriously, and posted on the blackboard more neatly. Sometimes I didn't forget to draw simple patterns on the side to modify it. I remember that every time after publishing the blackboard newspaper, Teacher Wang always took me to her office, washed my hands, straightened my clothes, and then hugged me gently as a reward. That kind of warmth can only be given by a mother to her son, but I have felt it countless times from Teacher Wang's warm arms.

Elementary school students are afraid of teachers’ encouragement. There was a self-study class that I will never forget.

Teacher Wang assigned homework and then announced: "This time, let's see who finishes it the earliest and most neatly. Whoever completes it first can go home." After Teacher Wang finished speaking, I immersed myself in my homework. , I actually forgot that I was in school or in the classroom, and thought I was in my own yard, with my mother right next to my feet. In less than half an hour, I finished the two neat sheets of homework. As soon as I finished, I proudly said to Teacher Wang: "Mom - I'm done!" In the selfless scene, I actually regarded Teacher Wang as "Mom". When I got home, I told this scene to my mother, and she couldn't help laughing. Looking at my mother’s smile, I feel exactly like Teacher Wang.

When we were in elementary school, we didn’t have a fixed school yet. We were just in one class, sometimes in this house, sometimes in that house. The so-called schools and classrooms were other people’s houses. I still clearly remember that for a long time, our class was taught at Teacher Wang’s home. The farm base of Teacher Wang’s family is only two and a half rooms wide. Their hometown is Huayin and they moved to our village. At that time, the Huayin people who moved to our village were called "immigrants", and we called ourselves "locals". Most people didn't like "immigrants". All "immigrants" have a very narrow base, and Teacher Wang's family is no exception. The teacher's house is built on one side, and the east half is where we have classes. After class, Teacher Wang led more than 20 of our children to catch crickets and crickets in the small yard, play eagle and chicken, and sing children's songs. Sometimes, we moved some small tiles under the leadership of the teacher. Her accent still contained the spoken words of Huayin. She said to everyone: "Students, be careful, don't let the 'tile grass' prick your hands!" "We locals call tiles "tile hammers." I didn't understand it for a while, so I didn't ask any questions. When I saw my classmates picking up tiles, I started working like everyone else, and I took four or five yuan in my hand. I wanted to take one more piece, but accidentally cut my hand. Teacher Wang quickly took the rags left over from the basket to make clothes and bandaged me. While wrapping them, he blew gently: "Does it hurt? Don't take so much at one time, do you hear me?" After bandaging, Wang The teacher gently held me in his arms again, and a warm current suddenly spread throughout my body...

On April 18, 2009, several colleagues and I went to Pucheng to receive senior high school education. After taking the teacher ability test and arranging my accommodation, I rushed to Teacher Wang’s house in a hurry. While shopping, I called her old man. When we arrived at the door of Teacher Wang's house, she was already waiting for me at the intersection. She is short, slightly fat, and dressed in simple clothes, exactly like my mother. The old man said to me with concern: "You are so busy at work, why do you still care about me? But you are here. Take a few of the flowers raised by Teacher Wang when you leave. I heard that you have bought a house and put them in the house." It's pleasing to the eye, how wonderful! Stop talking, stop talking, come in, come in!" I looked at Teacher Wang excitedly and didn't know what to say, so I helped her: "I just came to visit you today. It's too late!" When I entered the room, I didn't recognize the teacher's daughter. Teacher Wang quickly introduced me: "This is my daughter. She may be older than you. She should be called sister." Teacher Wang asked my sister to make tea for me. , handed me the water, and then introduced me to the structure of the house in a nonchalant manner. After a while, she led me to the yard and introduced to me one by one the flowers and plants she raised, such as iron trees, overlord jade, begonia flowers, etc., etc., without getting tired of it. . As he talked, he wanted to dig out a few for me and let me take them home no matter what. After trying every possible means to explain that I couldn't go home and had to go back to school, and that I didn't know how to take care of these delicate flowers and plants, the old man gave up.

Before leaving, Teacher Wang reluctantly said to me: "If you have time to come to Pucheng to play, be sure to remember to bring Teacher Wang's flowers and plants back to your home!" I sat on the Car, looking back at Teacher Wang, she was still standing there motionless, just like my mother, looking at her son's retreating shadow for a long time...

Count with your fingers. , it has been almost two months since I went to Pucheng to visit Teacher Wang. I have always said that I would carefully record Teacher Wang's kindness to me. It was not until today, the second day of the college entrance examination in 2009, that I sat down in front of the computer and recalled the scenes of you giving me the warmth and happiness of motherly love... ..

Teacher Wang, my old mother! The flowers and plants you raised have always been in my home, around me, and in my heart.

Those flowers and plants are a symbol of the motherly love you give to your students! !