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It is said that some of them understand it, while others are confused.

"The teacher asked us to dream because he went around a big circle to criticize us for messing up the classroom!" The boy explained loudly.

"Oh——" The group of children looked at me with their mouths open suddenly.

"Teacher, you are cunning!" They criticized me boldly.

"Is our current behavior far from our ideal for the class?" I asked with a smile.

"That's right. Teacher, we will do what we need to do in a moment, and I will check it for you tomorrow!" A boy stood up and said.

Because of his frankness, those guys who did "bad things" took the initiative to stand up.

"I broke the broom when I was playing with Feng. We will pay for it."

"I played football with a bucket just now, and I was responsible for carrying water and mopping the floor for two days."

"I pulled down the curtains." A female voice rang out, it turned out to be the girl who wanted to be the representative of the Chinese department, which surprised me.She looked at me with big frank eyes, still smiling, her face flushed slightly.

"I'll hang it up later." She added bluntly.

That's the end of the cleanliness issue.

After school in the afternoon, I was packing things in the office.My "section representative" came in, still smiling.

"Mr. Mu, I..." She hesitated to speak, as if she was very embarrassed, which was completely different from her behavior in the classroom.

"Speak." I enjoyed her embarrassment.

"my dream……"

"Well, I'll make it happen right away."

Hearing what I said, she looked at me a little shyly and didn't speak.

"Why did you pull down the curtain?" I was curious.

"Because I came to a new environment, it was very strange, and I felt very lonely, so I made trouble with my classmates." Seeing that I was puzzled, she said, "This is my way to drive away loneliness."

"I fought with them and they ran after me, and I crawled in through the window and pulled the curtains down," she continued, lowering her eyes.

"Hehehe." I laughed unconsciously.

"I never chased rogues before, and I never climbed windows. Our teacher also said that I was like those quiet jasmines outside our window." She suddenly said loudly, looking up at me, as if she was afraid that I would not believe it.

"Why do you want to be a representative of the Chinese department?" I think she is very funny.

"I like Chinese. My former head teacher also taught Chinese." She pursed her lips.

"Okay, let's go home, it's getting late."

"Oh, your name?" When she was about to walk to the door, I suddenly remembered that I still didn't know her name.

"Pei Fei. It's not Pei Duofei, I'm unique." She turned her head and said playfully, then turned and left my office.The setting sun outside the door, accompanied by the green of the big tree, coated her with a layer of golden and greenish light, which was energetic and fresh.

Two, blue crystal and blue diamond

Every year on Teacher's Day, we have a fixed program: the whole school holds a teacher's conference.Each student must write a composition or poem praising the teacher, and the selected ones will be performed and recited at the venue.

We are almost numb to this event that is exactly the same every year, and few students will sincerely write about their teachers, as if the whole world is trying to cope with this festival.In the short few days after the start of school, students have to be caught to practice reciting, prepare the soundtrack, and screen... In fact, for this form, the Chinese teacher has to be busy for a long time.

In order to prevent students from "flattering" the new teacher (I have only been in touch for a few days, I don't know what I can write), I specifically emphasize that it is not allowed to write about middle school teachers, and we must carefully look back at the elementary school teachers who have just bid farewell.

Pei Fei put the homework on my desk on time, turned around and left with a grin.This girl who is about to catch up with me is very satisfied with the carefree look of her.I casually pulled out a diary with a light blue cover.

See the words: Pei Fei neatly written on the title page.

Well, the words are not bad.I opened her book.

Teacher Mu is our class teacher and our Chinese teacher.She forbids us to write about her on Teacher's Day, but I just want to write about her.

She is about 30 years old, has very long hair, and wears a pair of glasses with light gray frames.She is tall and good-looking, especially when she smiles, she is very attractive, people are happy when they see her, and they are happy when they think of her.

She likes blue as much as I do, which is a big reason why I like her.Blue is an elegant color, especially light blue and sky blue, also, lake blue is also good, and sea blue is also great.In short, blue can give people a feeling of purity, clarity, depth and broadness.Therefore, blue crystals and blue diamonds are particularly noble, charming and refined, just like our teacher Mu.

Teacher Mu is very humorous and enjoys her class very much. She can make us all happy and excited.Although she is not an angel, in her class, we feel like we are together in heaven.

Teacher Mu is also very serious.When she is not smiling, she is like a piece of ice, sometimes even a majestic iceberg, and her latitude is in the Antarctic.But she is different when she smiles. When she smiles, we feel that she is like a mother, a sister, a classmate, a friend, a sister, and a child... Such an ever-changing teacher is amazing and interesting.

All in all, our homeroom teacher and Chinese teacher, Ms. Mu, is a great teacher. I can’t explain it clearly. If you want to know how great she is, you can come to our class to get to know her!

Hehehe, I couldn't help laughing, this is also called composition?Not at all serious.However, I am very happy about her "praise", even sweet.

Looking at the compositions of other students, they are basically singing praises and shouting slogans, just like the little red devil holding a small banner and shouting "Long live Chairman Mao" in **.

Two days later, when I was reviewing the composition, I just entered the classroom and found that Pei Fei was chatting with the male students around her, her smiling eyes bent into an upside-down boat.

"Pei Fei, the teacher is watching you!" The classmate next to me glanced at me and hurriedly whispered to her.

Only then did Pei Fei turn around, the waves in her eyes were still rippling with endless joy.

"Today let's talk about the composition I wrote last time." My voice lit up.

"Hey, what composition did you write last time?" Pei Fei immediately asked her deskmate in a low voice.

"I thought, oh, it's Teacher's Day."

"Oh——" Pei Fei suddenly realized, turned around slowly, sat upright, and looked at me silently with wide-open eyes, bold, mischievous, cunning, and mischievous...But soon, she lowered her eyes, and her cheeks slowly turned red.

"The biggest problem with the composition this time is - I think everyone is a little angel, a holy boy from the choir of a Western church, your hymns are very beautiful -"

The students looked at me in amazement, not understanding what I meant, and then a few clever ghosts laughed hehehe.

"Your hymns do not come from the heart! You are hypocritical!" I said bluntly.

"Teacher, I write this every year, and the love is lost."

"That's right, I've written about those teachers N times."

"Is it necessary to write an essay on Teacher's Day? There is nothing new at all."

"Teacher, when it comes to Teacher's Day, you celebrate it, and we code words. Your happiness is based on our pain!"

"Teacher, we originally firmly believed that 'plainness is the truth', but the school is going to hold a 'teacher's meeting', so we have no choice but to be nasty, how can we 'song' if it's not nasty!"

……

Seeing that I was not angry, they all defended themselves plausibly.

"I am very happy to hear your opinions. You are all honest and honest people who dare to tell the truth. It is pitiful to be forced into this by the times and formalism!" I expressed my deep sympathy.

"That's it, long live the understanding!" There was a shout immediately.

"The understanding of 'song' can be multi-faceted, and the understanding of 'teacher' can also be very broad, and appreciation and praise do not necessarily depend on gorgeous language, just like human beauty does not necessarily depend on makeup. In addition, you You can also write your opinion on Master Song.”

"Teacher, you said it, then I will write my opinion!"

"I'm ready to write a book!"

"I write about old scalpers!"

"Hahaha……"

"Okay, it's just that these masterpieces of yours can't participate in the awards!" I laughed.

"We don't necessarily write essays for the purpose of judging awards!" Quite a few people shouted.

"Good mentality! Tell you a story." I smiled faintly.

"Okay, okay!" They cheered together.

"A girl ran away from home angrily after a quarrel with her mother. But she had nothing to bring with her. At night, she was hungry and wandered outside a noodle shop. The owner, a kind old man, invited her in. Served her a steaming bowl of noodles. After eating, the girl gratefully said to the old man, "You are the best person in the world, thank you!" The old man asked, "Why do you live on the street?" The girl said. I quarreled with my mother, she doesn’t understand me, I don’t want to go back.” The old man said with emotion, “I just gave you a bowl of noodles, and you said that I am the best person. Your mother cooks for you every day, but you turn a blind eye .' The girl looked at the old man in shock, suddenly came to her senses, and immediately walked towards home."

"Teacher, what do you mean by telling this story? What does it have to do with our Teacher's Day composition?" They were silent for a while, and suddenly a classmate asked.

"Old scalpers, a certain book, a certain celebrity... They are like that kind old man, and the teacher who has taught you for many years is like that mother." I looked at them clearly