令我充满感激的记忆

寒风吹盛夏，这段令我充满感激的记忆又涌上心头。                      ——题记

     步入初中，一个新阶段，回首小学往事，这段令我充满感激的记忆让我久久不能忘怀。

     初来这所学校时是盛夏，蝉在树叶上长鸣，一股股淡淡的花香环绕着教学楼。那时幼小的我好奇着一切，新的事和人，一切又会是什么样子呢？

     我怀着好奇而又忐忑的心理进入教室,刚进去，就碰见了一位笑容灿烂的老师。哦！这是我的班主任，她看起来很温柔，应该不会很凶吧？没错，班主任平常十分“温柔”，对待我们十分“友好”。但是虽然她很“温柔”，却也却很温柔。因为她是班主任，再细小的事她也会照料到，今天吃饱了吗？穿暖了吗……不管是生活还是学习，一有无微不至。就这样，她陪伴了我匆匆三年。

     来到了匆匆六年小学时光的最后一年，季节轮换，唯她不变。这所学校，这栋教学楼，匆匆三年的班主任刘老师陪伴我们的旅程还剩这最后一年。

     在这最后一年，有一次期中家长会需要学生代表在班级发言，又幸又不幸，刘老师定了我。我觉得很简单，于是没有写稿，想着临场发挥应该不难。可理想很丰满，现实很残酷。我在这一局里败了。

     “现在请学生代表上台发言。”刘老师念到了我，我的手心沁出了汗，站在讲台上，望着一位位同学和家长，我紧张得说不出话仿佛有一只无形的手扼住了我的喉咙。最后也只说了几句，是刘老师帮我圆场的。在这之前，老师提醒我最好写稿，不然可能因为紧张而忘词，事实是这样，我没有听从老师的建议，导致发言搞砸了。我想，也许刘老师会很失望吧……

     后来，刘老师看穿了我的心思，告诉我许多道理；我记得最清楚的是：“不要灰心；老分没有怪你，下次努力就行。”因为这句话，在下一次发言时我落落大方，圆满落局。

     令我充满感激的记忆就是这段记忆。它很长，又很短，它很复杂，却又简单。只是刘老师陪伴我的这三年，我的感悟收获已纳海川。它让我的初中三年有了新的意义。就算寒风吹盛夏，人变，忆不变。

The cold wind blows in midsummer, and this memory that makes me grateful comes back to my mind. —— inscription

Stepping into junior high school, a new stage, and looking back on the past of primary school, this grateful memory has made me unforgettable for a long time.

When I first came to this school, it was midsummer, cicadas chirped on the leaves, and a faint fragrance of flowers surrounded the teaching building. When I was young, I was curious about everything, new things and people, and what would everything look like?

I entered the classroom with curiosity and anxiety. As soon as I entered, I met a teacher with a bright smile. Oh! This is my head teacher. She looks very gentle, so she can't be fierce, can she? Yes, the head teacher is usually "gentle" and treats us "friendly". But although she is "gentle", she is also gentle. Because she is a class teacher, she will take care of even the smallest things. Are you full today? Are you warm ... No matter whether you are living or studying, you will take care of everything. In this way, she accompanied me in a hurry for three years.

I came to the last year of six years of primary school, and the seasons changed, but she remained the same. This school, this teaching building, the head teacher Liu, who has been in a hurry for three years, has the last year left in our journey.

In this last year, there was a mid-term parent-teacher meeting that required student representatives to speak in the class. Fortunately, unfortunately, Mr. Liu appointed me. I thought it was very simple, so I didn't write a manuscript. I thought it shouldn't be difficult to improvise. But the ideal is full, but the reality is cruel. I lost this game.

"Now please ask the student representatives to speak on the stage." Teacher Liu read me, and my palms sweated. Standing on the podium, looking at my classmates and parents, I was too nervous to speak, as if an invisible hand had gripped my throat. In the end, I only said a few words. It was Mr. Liu who helped me round up. Before that, the teacher reminded me that I had better write a manuscript, or I might forget my words because of nervousness. The truth is, I didn't follow the teacher's advice, which led to my speech being messed up. I think maybe Miss Liu will be disappointed ...

Later, Mr. Liu saw through my mind and told me many reasons; What I remember most clearly is: "Don't lose heart; I don't blame you for being old, just work hard next time. " Because of this sentence, I was generous and ended my next speech successfully.

The memory that fills me with gratitude is this memory. It's long and short, it's complicated, but it's simple. It's just that Mr. Liu has been with me for three years, and my insights and gains have been accepted by Haichuan. It gives my junior high school three years a new meaning. Even if the cold wind blows in midsummer, people will change and their memories will remain unchanged.