感恩的心，感谢有你；伴我一生

“感恩的心，感谢有你；伴我一生，让我有勇气做我自己······”

一个人从生下来开始，他就要学会感恩，感恩母亲给予的照顾，父亲给予的快乐，教师给予的知识，同学给予的关怀；感恩阳光雨露，花草树木······

而我今日便要在此感恩我师盛晓英，于我而言，她对我有着母亲般的关怀，父亲般的严厉。

盛老师自小学三年级开始教我，第一天见到她，她教会我的便是如何体谅他人。小学教师惯说想发言要先举手，她在台上作完自我介绍开始讲述一些别的知识，她兴致很高，手时不时大幅度地比划出一些动作，身上仿佛有魔力一般把所有人的视线都吸引过去了，每个人都听得兴致高涨，我却对她的一句话产生了好奇，便想着问，我举起手，她一开始始终没有看向我，我却犯了倔，一直举着，还将胳膊晃了晃，她似乎瞟过了一眼，却没甚表示；我不死心地将手举得更高，高到班上所有的同学都注意到我，我感受到一道道或好奇，或无语的目光投来。

许是注意到大家的注意力都到了我身上无心听讲，老师终于点了我的名字：“请讲，你有什么疑惑？”我将那微不足道的细节噼里啪啦问了一遍，老师一一作答，我却觉出了一丝无奈。

课后，老师将我叫到操场上，拉着我的手绕着操场边走边说：“我可以看出你是个思维敏捷的孩子，问你一个问题吧，一根线断了以后如何接上才能没有痕迹呢？”

我脱口而出：“这不可能。”

老师笑了笑：“上课时，大家的思维就像一根线，在我讲述的过程中，它是连着的；可当有别的事引起了注意，这根线就断了。”

我不由得想到举手事件，低下了头。

她接着说：“孩子，没有怪你的意思。你愿意举手，这是天大的好事；但如果是个人疑问，并不是我说错了什么，最好是在课后或举手环节提问；我看到了你却没有立刻点你名，请你不要着急，站在我的角度体谅我无法迅速解答，好吗？”

我点点头，傍晚的风轻抚过。

在生活上，老师常关心我们，像母亲；在学习上，却又十分严厉。每每当我犯了不该的错，她便会板着脸毫不留情地训斥，像一名严父。

二者相结合，就成了盛老师，在我青春中像阳光般给予温暖，教会我做人道理的老师。

哦，盛老师！

"Grateful heart, thank you for having you; with me all my life, let me have the courage to be myself..."

From the moment a person is born, he must learn to be grateful, grateful for the care given by his mother, the happiness given by his father, the knowledge given by teachers, and the care given by classmates; grateful for the sunshine, rain, flowers and trees...

Today, I would like to express my gratitude to my teacher Sheng Xiaoying. For me, she has a mother's care for me and a father's strictness.

Ms. Sheng has been teaching me since the third grade of elementary school. The first day I saw her, what she taught me was how to be considerate of others. Primary school teachers used to say that if they wanted to speak, they had to raise their hands first. She introduced herself on the stage and began to tell some other knowledge. She was very excited, and from time to time she made some large gestures with her hands. I was attracted by her eyes, everyone listened with high interest, but I became curious about what she said, so I thought about asking, I raised my hand, she never looked at me at first, but I was stubborn , holding it all the time, and shaking her arm, she seemed to glance at it, but didn't say anything; I raised my hand so high that all the classmates in the class noticed me, and I felt a Dao or curiosity, or speechless eyes cast.

Xu Shi noticed that everyone's attention was on me and didn't want to listen to the lecture. The teacher finally called my name: "Please tell me, what are your doubts?" But felt a little helpless.

After class, the teacher called me to the playground, took my hand and walked around the playground and said, "I can see that you are a quick-thinking child, let me ask you a question, how to connect a line after it is broken. Can there be no traces?"

I blurted out, "That's impossible."

The teacher smiled: "In class, everyone's thinking is like a thread. During the process of what I'm talking about, it is connected; but when something else attracts attention, the thread is broken."

I couldn't help thinking of the raising of my hand incident and lowered my head.

She continued: "Son, I don't mean to blame you. It's a good thing that you are willing to raise your hand; but if it's a personal question, it's not that I said something wrong, it's better to ask it after class or during the raise of the hand. ; I saw you but didn't call your name immediately, please don't be in a hurry, from my point of view, please understand that I can't answer quickly, okay?"

I nodded, the evening wind caressed.

In life, teachers often care about us, like mothers; in study, they are very strict. Whenever I made an undeserved mistake, she would reprimand me mercilessly, like a strict father.

The combination of the two became Teacher Sheng, who gave warmth like sunshine in my youth and taught me how to be a human being.

Oh, Mr. Sheng!