Urgent for composition 780-800 The composition "My Teacher" imitates Mr. Fujino.

Mr. Tang, a 70-year-old man, is in excellent spirits. He is about 1.8 meters tall and still walks like a violin. Gray hair, wearing a pair of deep myopia glasses, completely academic.

Teacher Tang is my resident student and Chinese teacher in Grade Two. He is one of the most respected teachers in my life and an inspiration to me all my life.

1962 was the second year of three consecutive natural disasters in China, and the summer vacation lasted for three months. When the fall semester started, I took my father's ten dollars to school and signed up first (remember that the whole cost was twenty-two dollars). A week later, the school urged the students who were in arrears to go back and get the money. Go home on Saturday afternoon and go back to school empty-handed on Sunday night. There is no money at home, and I know very well: in less than a year, the cost of treating my uncle in Nanjing and my uncle's death have left my family in debt. But my father still promised me that he would get together in town on Tuesday and he would try to send me money.

I don't remember how I went to those classes on Tuesday morning. Sitting in that class, I looked out of the window from time to time, hoping to see my father soon. I always wanted to know how my father got the money ... absent-minded, and the third Chinese class was clearly seen by the careful teacher Tang. After class, Mr. Tang came to see me and asked me with concern why I didn't pay attention in class. I hung my head and blushed and told him that my father was going to send money. "Well, let me meet your father later." Teacher Tang patted me on the shoulder with a smile.

Just halfway through the fourth class, I finally saw my father's figure from the window. My father is carrying a seemingly heavy straw basket. After walking around in front of my classroom, he sat under a tree on the playground far from the classroom, waiting for me to finish class.

After the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom and went straight to my father. Seeing me, my father stood up slowly, holding a small ticket in his left hand that I counted many times. When he got there, his father looked embarrassed and said, "Alas, today is really not satisfactory. Ten kilograms of tobacco leaves only sell for more than four kilograms. " The chicken was supposed to be sold, but it laid another egg. "My dad reached under the chicken in the basket and pulled out a preserved egg, which was not very big, red and bloodshot.

"I don't want to sell it, even if I sell it, I can't make that much money." My father's eyes avoided me, showing all kinds of helplessness. I stood at a loss, wondering: it's a pity that the chickens that laid eggs were sold, but how to sell tobacco leaves? That's my father's "food ration" for a year! Then my dad said, "son, I'll talk to the leaders of your school and see if this money can be delayed any longer." I will definitely give it after autumn. " I still stood quietly, "alas! Dad really can't do anything. Otherwise, the school and I decided to take a year off and have money next year. Dad will definitely send you to school again. " There was a long silence. ...

"Ah, eldest brother, are you the father of Wuxing?" An amiable voice sounded behind me.

"Yes, yes, you are ..." Father was caught off guard.

"Ah, Mr. Tang!" I quickly turned around and let out a cry.

"Oh, you are Mr. Tang, the child's class teacher, that's good, that's good!"

"Did you send money to the children?"

"..." Father was speechless and bowed his head. Suddenly, I held up the small ticket in my left hand: "Much worse! No, I'm discussing dropping out of school with my children. "

"drop out of school?" Teacher Tang looked a little surprised. "The child is still young, and going back will not help."

"I don't want my children to do anything, but I really dare not think about the tuition money ..." So my father told Mr. Tang about the practical difficulties at home. Mr. Tang was silent for a while and said to his father, "well, I'll talk to the school leaders about your family's difficulties and see if there is any way." I will try my best not to let the children lose the opportunity to learn. "

When I left, Mr. Tang paid me a meal ticket of half a catty and a food ticket of fifty cents, and asked me to go to my teacher Sacido to buy rice for my father before going back. We can't refuse again and again, we can only be grateful.

On Thursday afternoon, Mr. Tang called me to his office and told me that with the consent of the school leaders, all my tuition and miscellaneous fees were exempted and I was given a scholarship of 2.50 yuan a month. Great, then you don't have to worry about the monthly agency fee and steamed rice fee. Then Mr. Tang took me to the Academic Affairs Office to get my new book back.

After school on Saturday afternoon, I asked the monitor for leave, skipping and singing all the way back to my home more than ten miles away. The whole family was overjoyed to hear such a good thing. Father said with emotion, "Teacher Tang is really a good man, son. You met him, just like the fortune teller said, you met a' noble person'. Yes, Mr. Tang is the' noble' you hit! "

From then on, for this hard-won learning opportunity, I studied hard and made rapid progress, ranking first in my class. Teacher Tang always cares about me, and he will give me timely encouragement for every progress I make. He also asked me to pay attention to the "combination of work and rest" and take part in more cultural and sports activities. But at that time, I was so weak that I couldn't throw a basketball into the hoop under the fence. So Mr. Tang taught me to play two beards in some extracurricular activities. After a semester, my erhu is really organized. How many times have I performed in the class entertainment party?

In a blink of an eye, it was the summer of June 4, and I was nearing junior high school graduation. I don't seem to hesitate to pursue further studies after graduation. Considering my family difficulties, I enrolled in a secondary school and came out to work early (the countries that graduated from secondary schools also had assignments at that time). I am most optimistic about "Chengdu Meteorological School" for one and a half years, with a monthly salary of 29.5 yuan. Secondly, "Huai 'an Normal School" came out as a primary school teacher for three years. I filled out the application form with confidence and handed it in. (At that time, I filled in my volunteers before the exam, but now it's not so complicated. )

The next morning, a classmate informed me: "Mr. Tang wants you to go, in the Chinese teaching and research group." I didn't think about anything and went directly to the Chinese teaching and research group. At first glance, my head teacher, Mr. Wu, is also there. It was Mr. Tang who spoke first. He has the "application form" I filled out in his hand: "Did you fill out this volunteer yourself?" I am embarrassed to say "yes". Teacher Tang asked again, "Have you consulted Mr. Wu, the head teacher?" I was speechless and only shook my head gently. "Yes, the teacher trained you so carefully, I hope you can have a good development, but you don't even discuss this important thing with the teacher, and don't ask for the teacher's advice. Ok, fill it out again. "

I returned to the classroom with a blank volunteer book, thinking about how to fill it out. The shadow of that difficult family is always inseparable from my sight. I made up my mind, and with the hope of working early, I reversed the No.1 and No.2 technical secondary schools in my original volunteer and filled in our school in the third column.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, I was once again called to the Chinese teaching and research group, or Mr. Tang and Mr. Wu, or Mr. Tang spoke first: "Alas, why do you always want to go to that technical secondary school at such a young age?" I was just about to say family difficulties when Mr. Tang stopped me: "You have to say family difficulties. Working early can reduce the burden on the family, but why not think about the country? How much did the country spend to train you? This manpower and material resources need you to make greater development and make greater contributions to the country in the future. Well, there is no need to say more about the truth. Don't you just have difficulties at home? There will be more scholarships in high school. During the summer vacation, mow the grass and bask in the sun, sell some money and prepare for the start of the new school year. " Mr. Tang tore up my second volunteer letter in front of me. I didn't fill out the volunteer form again. Maybe the teacher filled one out for me.

On the eve of graduation, on July 8 and June 4, I joined the League. The introducer was my third-grade head teacher, Mr. Wu, and my second-grade head teacher, Mr. Tang.

In the autumn of June 4th, I successfully entered the senior middle school of our school. Tuition and miscellaneous fees are free, and there are three and a half grants every month.

1in the early summer of 966, an unprecedented cultural revolution kicked off in the whole country, followed by a sensation in schools. The suspension of classes caused a "revolution", and many teachers were struggling, including Mr. Tang. Since that year, colleges and universities all over the country have stopped enrolling students, and the university dream that the teacher painstakingly described for me has also become a bubble.

1977, after ten years, the Cultural Revolution came to an end, and the news of resuming the college entrance examination inspired the hearts of many young students. In ten years, I went from a farmer to a teacher to a soldier in the army. Finally, I went to a factory and became a worker because of the "unwarranted" "social relationship" problem. But at the first time when the college entrance examination resumed, I received a thick copy of the college entrance examination review materials from Mr. Tang, and asked me to go to him for a college entrance examination review class composed of some junior three students every Saturday afternoon. In order to thank Mr. Tang for his concern, I went to him, thanked him sincerely in person, and participated in the review for a period of time. Later, due to the difficulties of small families, and more importantly, the comfort of the status quo (iron rice bowl), I finally failed to give up the opportunity of high altitude as the teacher wished.

But who would have thought that 20 years later 1997, the "iron rice bowl" I held for nearly 30 years was finally completely broken. At the age of 50, I took to the streets and opened up a new world for my livelihood. From then on, every time Mr. Tang saw me, he always showed his regret and more or less apology to me.

Yes, Mr. Tang's kindness in his early years changed the trajectory of my life, but I never thought of blaming Mr. Tang. I have always been grateful. It was not Mr. Tang's concern that gave me the opportunity to go back to class and learn more knowledge. It was also the knowledge I learned later that made me make great progress on the stage of life and have the skills to contribute to society.

Teacher, I really appreciate you, forever!