Three-Foot Podium, Eight Beams of Starlight

There is always a "round face sticker" on the back door of Class 3, Grade 8. Here are eight fairy teachers: Grandma Yu who can secretly stuff toffees, Teacher Su who smells like gardenias, Teacher Jiang Wan who talks about physics formulas into romantic poems, and Director Ma who speaks English with the taste of Northeastern people... They guard the three-foot podium, turn knowledge points into sweet sticky notes, and mix severity into gentle companionship. Those tiny and hot moments, like starlight, illuminate our entire youth. One classroom, eight teachers, this is the most precious and exclusive thing that belongs to our eighth grade class three. The sycamore leaves in September are shaking with golden light all over the ground. In the classroom of Class 3, Grade 8, there is a gentle starlight that belongs only to us. Eight completely different faces and eight kinds of tenderness with their own charms formed the most precious group of fairy teachers, making the entire school year warm and bright. There is the warm-hearted old Zhou with a round face plastered on the back door glass, silently guarding the classroom, using his chubby figure to support the peace of mind of the whole class; there is Grandma Yu who holds a warm pointer and hides toffee in her pocket, turning severity into a steady flow of concern; there is a fashionable perm Xiaojuan, Mrs. Li, a trendy girl who turns Chinese classes into a sea of joy, dyes boring poems with fresh colors; there is Teacher Su Qing, who has the sound of the piano flowing from her fingertips and the fragrance of gardenia flowers surrounding her body, carving gentleness and delicacy into every music class; Teacher Xiao Wen, who wears peach pink post-it notes and stays up late to sort out the test points, turns knowledge points into sweet looks with beautiful handwriting; Teacher Jiang Wan, who has his own starlight and speaks romantic physics formulas, teaches us calmness and confidence with the power of hard core; Teacher An, who has short hair and always has chocolates in the drawer, brings soft care to the rigorous mathematics class; and Director Ma, who speaks Northeastern English, is Buddhist and warm-hearted, uses his hearty laughter to relieve all the fatigue of study. They guard a three-foot-square podium, each with their own teaching style and gentle look. He will open the door to knowledge with different tones after the class bell rings; he will patiently answer every question we have in the office between classes; he will replace harsh words with tolerance and guidance when we are naughty; he will use encouragement and companionship to give strength when we are confused and anxious. It's the chrysanthemum tea handed over by Lao Zhou, the milk candy stuffed by Grandma Yu, the heart-warming comments written by Mrs. Li in the essay book, the melodious sound of the piano flowing through the fingertips of Teacher Su Qing, the pink post-it notes handwritten by Teacher Xiao Wen, and the The physical formulas that the teacher squatted at the table to dismantle were the chocolates that Teacher An held in the palm of his hand, and Director Ma's Northeastern accent when he was chatting. These tiny and hot moments, like starlight, densely filled the night sky of our youth. They teach us how to read and write poetry, calculate and verify, and understand the world. They also teach us to treat others sincerely, live seriously, and grow towards the sun. They tolerate the naughtiness and clumsiness of our young people, witness our every progress and transformation, and hide the purest original intention of being a teacher in every day on campus. The fancy talent show at the New Year's Day party is their cute appearance when they shed their identities; the figure who cleans up the classroom together after class is their warm companionship; the door that is always open in the office is the infinite confidence they give us. One classroom, eight mentors, their company day and night, and every bit of tenderness made up the most precious memories of eighth grade. Time will go by, but the warmth hidden in front of the podium, in the corridors, and in the office, and those faces and instructions engraved in the bottom of my heart will never fade. This infinite tenderness from the eight teachers will turn into light on our way forward, allowing us to hold our heads high toward the sun and keep walking with full warmth and strength. And our story with Class 3 of the eighth grade and the eight magical teachers will never end and will be continued. Purpose: Using the daily teaching and companionship of eight teachers with different styles in the third class of eighth grade as a carrier, it praises the gentleness and perseverance hidden in the details of ordinary teachers, and interprets the most authentic appearance of education - not only the transmission of knowledge, but also the use of tolerance, care and sincerity to protect the growth of young people, light up the youthful years, and let warmth and goodwill become the eternal light on the students' path forward.