In the depths of people's memory, there are always a few things worth remembering, either sadness, hesitation, happiness or depression. What you care about most is often what you remember best. The more unforgettable, the more bitter and warm my heart is.
When I was a child, time flew by, and I was bohemian. I was pointed at by my teacher and almost gave up on me. But with the change of age, my heart began to change. I'm too bad to be liked. I want to be more perfect, but I'm not just talking about it. I have to prove it with my actions.
No matter how hard I tried, once I failed in the exam, the teacher called me to the office and called me a bad teenager, so worthless, should I make progress? I got angry when I was late and pointed at her and said, "Don't treat people like people. I'm telling you, don't press me with your identity. You can look down on me and say that I can stand it, but I tell you, don't insult me, it's driving me into a hurry. No matter who you are, I can still hit you. " I slammed the door, and the room was full of abuse. I tried hard not to shed tears, for fear of being laughed at by others after seeing it. However, I just struggled feebly, and my tears fell out unwillingly.
Back in class, no one went to physical education class. I sat in my seat and saw a small note that said, "Don't think you are useless. Everyone has the same IQ. Why not? " Don't cry, there is paper on the table, our whole class believes in you, and we will always support you behind you! Come on, I wish you success. "
My heart seems to be twisted into a ball With the pain coming, my tears came out again. I really didn't expect them to treat me like this. I don't know if I'm a surprise or something. I only know that no matter what I become, they will support me. No matter how I study, they are all my friends. My clothes are wet. I don't know if it's tears or sweat. My outlook on life has changed greatly because I know.
I worked hard and changed a lot, and people around me were surprised. I just smiled, looked up at the sky, then lowered my head and continued to do what I should do.
Two months later, I learned my grades, and I felt indescribable joy. I don't know how to describe them in words or how to express them. In a word, my change is not only my own efforts, but also their help.
Looking back on the previous events now, I feel very interesting and grateful. I don't know the person who gave me the note, but I don't want to say it. Now I feel guilty, teacher. I was really impulsive and rude. If it were now, I would never contradict the teacher again.
I will never forget the people who silently supported me behind my back in those years, nor will I forget the people who gave me the note. Leave the past as a aftertaste.
I have a memory, starting with the "skirt underwear" incident. I didn't like going to kindergarten when I was a child. I just like running around in the wild with dragonflies in my hand, but after my parents sent me to kindergarten, they gnashed their teeth and resolutely left, regardless of my bitter gourd face. I don't cry or make trouble, but I found the right opportunity to drag the teacher's flowered skirt down in front of the whole class, and it succeeded. Oh, my God! The teacher should wear such big red underpants. The family is really rich.
The teacher didn't criticize me. She just patted me on the head with a smile and said, "Little fellow, are you reminding me that the elastic band of this skirt is broken?" Then I'll dress better next time. "
My flustered parents took me home that day and put me in the wild the next day, but I want to go to kindergarten, not only because I did something bad, because the teacher didn't scold me, but because I thought, "If you dress better next time, I'm sure I can succeed as easy as blowing off dust."
In the first grade of primary school, I suddenly found myself talking differently from all my classmates. They don't have to pause when they say a word. I have to pause several times when I say a word. The harder I try to finish a sentence quickly, the more times I pause. Students who are good at Chinese have nicknamed me "Little Stutter".
From then on, at school, I never looked up again, always huddled in the corner, unwilling to talk.
The teacher made me monitor. When I become a monitor, I will give a speech on the stage. This is the first time for me to speak in front of the class. I was so nervous that I peed my pants, but the teacher smiled and led the whole class to applaud me.
I don't understand why I applaud. The teacher said, "Because you stepped onto the platform, you are a brave boy."
When I was a monitor for several years, I found that I still spoke differently from all my classmates, but this time it was different because I spoke much faster than them.
When I went to junior high school, my scores in mathematics, physics and chemistry added up, and I couldn't get 60 points, even if I worked hard. I feel inferior and I'm afraid. Finally, in a mid-term exam, the math paper was handed out. I'm so nervous that Lian Bi can't hold it. I think the sky is falling and I'm going to die.
But out of the nature of self-protection, I was smart enough to tell the invigilator that I had a stomachache. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the teacher not only didn't scold me for my stomachache, but also found me a pill to eat, and then personally sent me home, telling me some jokes along the way, saying that the mid-term exam was actually not important at all. ...
How many years later, when I grew up, I realized that the teacher actually saw a child's instantaneous psychological collapse. She patiently saved my soul and made me feel that the sky is not terrible, because the sky is like a steady stream of sugar.
I regained my confidence. Even if I answered those three subjects blindfolded, I could always get more than 60 points. This is progress.
I have been working for several years now. When I looked in the mirror the day before yesterday, I found a white hair in my temple, which made me feel infinite instantly. In the dead of night, I subconsciously pushed open the window and the breeze floated on the water. Countless past events have poured into my mind in an orderly way in the boat of memories, among which the above are the first to appear.
Thank those beautiful past events that are as incomplete as the broken arm of Venus, thank those people in the past events, and thank ourselves, because we can still remember. Ask yourself: When you recall the past, what are you recalling?