Chapter 26 some people

There are some people whose surnames I have forgotten, but their faces are always floating—like the clear sky, we don’t see it throughout the rainy season, but we remember it clearly. That year, when I was in the second grade of primary school, there was a female teacher—I can’t even remember her face, but I seemed to think she was very beautiful (is there any primary school student whose teacher is not beautiful?) I was in a trance I remember the not so bright blue on her body.I have no memory of what she taught us, but I will always remember one afternoon in a composition class, a classmate raised her hand and asked her how to write the word "dig". She thought for a while and said:

"I can't write this word, who of you can?" I stood up excitedly, ran to the blackboard and wrote that word. That day, when school was over, when the students said "goodbye" to her in unison, she said to the whole class: "I'm so happy. I learned one more word today. I want to thank this classmate." Immediately I was as happy as wings growing from my side--I never seemed to have such a proud moment in my life. Since then, I have met countless scholars, dignified and dignified, who seemed to know everything.But what they taught me was far less than that female teacher.Her humility and her unsparing praise made me grow up suddenly.

If she can't write the word "digging", then it's no problem, she has already dug out the precious self-confidence in a little girl's heart. Once, I went to a rice shop. "Can you deliver the rice to our camp tomorrow?" "Yes." said the fat woman. "I've already given you the money, but if you don't," I said worriedly, "what proof do we have?" "Ah!" She exclaimed, her eyes widened, as if hearing a shocking crime, "We dare not do such a thing." When she said the word "dare not", the awe-inspiring expression made me feel awed. What is she in awe of?Is it the noble and ancient rice selling industry?Or "there is a god when you raise your head three feet"

Today, ten years later, if I meet again, I may not be able to recognize her face, but every time I meet that omnipotent person, I will think of her—why are other people so fearless! One summer, when I came back from the street at noon, the red brick sidewalk was so hot that the soles of my shoes seemed to burn. Suddenly, I saw a ragged middle-aged man leaning weakly against a wall, her eyes were closed, Li Hei's face was twisted like a dead root, I don't know what she was enduring? He may be suffering from heat stroke and needs a glass of sweet ice water.He may be sad and needs a word or two of encouragement, but the streets are full of people, beautiful shoes pass the beautiful sidewalks, but no one stops to look at him.

I stood for a while, trying to help him, but my girlish upbringing made me feel scruples if he was mad, if his actions offended me—so I stifled my sympathy, and made myself like everybody else leave indifferently. who's that person?I don't know, he probably didn't see me when he was dizzy at noon that day, we were just passers-by.But his pain has occupied my heart, and his helpless shadow made me fall into self-blame for a long time. God once let us meet on the same street, why can't I give a little brotherhood, why do I have the right to ignore his pain?Why do I have such shameful pride?If possible, I would like to meet him again, but who knows where he is?

We do not always have the opportunity to do good - if we miss it once. That stranger's face is an eternal and irreparable regret to me. I can't remember anything about determinants in algebra.But I remember the thin, short and unattractive algebra teacher. In July of that year, when we arrived at the entrance examination room, we felt that our whole life was shaken, and the worry-free years were gone. Who can predict our life after the examination room? Unexpectedly, the algebra teacher was also there. It was quite surprising that his pale and expressionless face would travel across two cities and appear in the examination room.

Then, he squatted on the muddy floor, picked up a piece of gravel, and explained the determinant to me who was very stupid.I listened anxiously, as if I had never understood it so well before.The earth of mud can become such a beautiful paper, and sharp sharp stones can become such a smooth colored pen——I understand for the first time that he made me understand the spirit of the so-called "gentleman seeks the way" besides the Zhu Zhu notes in the book . That day, unfortunately, the determinant was not tested, and after that, I never touched an algebra book, and my last algebra class was actually squatting on the dirt floor.My entire middle school education also ended in that classroom without walls and roof. After more than ten years, I suddenly tasted how beautiful the meaning is.

What is the algebra teacher's last name?I can’t remember. I can remember many small words filled in by the Chinese teacher, but I can’t remember the name of the algebra teacher. I always feel a little guilty.If I went to my alma mater to check, it shouldn't be very difficult, but I always feel that it is unnecessary. Isn't he more valuable than many people whose names I remember?