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师爱如灯,照亮人生;师恩如海,浩瀚无边;师心如金,珍藏永远。
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比霞光更加动人
 高三国(4) 文以璇

    西边的天空被染得一片斑斓,不似头顶这片只是灰蓝。站在顶楼的窗前向那片彩色望去,缤纷像是画家为正要绘出的彩虹精心配好颜料,却不料被谁家冒冒失失的孩童一瓢清水正正泼上。彩虹在水中晕开又融合。浅紫钻进了淡青,明黄快要与最远处的鲜红相遇,却碰撞出一横橙红……那犯了错的孩子——夕阳,自是不敢露面的,也不知跑去了何处,空留下这一片七彩独自交融。
    “Summer?”熟悉的声音叫醒了对着天空发呆的我,跟着的是一缕标志性的清香——是我的外教——Teacher Jean——来自菲律宾的“Sunshine Lady”。
    这段时间,我们正在为学校国际部的演讲比赛紧锣密鼓地准备着。作为主持人的我当然不敢懈怠,每天抽出时间来练习串词,与搭档一同排练。可是今天,自己总是不能进入状态,频频出错,情绪低落,情绪低落,频频出错。影响了大家的排练进度,自己更加心烦意乱,信心也减去了大半。排练间隙就一人独立窗台,对天发呆。
    老师看穿了我的心思,看着我刚刚看着的那朵晚霞,微笑:“还记得你刚知道自己被选为主持人时的心情吗?”天空把老师的笑映得好美,她双眼明亮,在微风中荡漾出和母亲一样的温柔。记忆被远方的鲜红拉回到那个让我兴奋又紧张的傍晚。
    回想接受任务的那一刻,我记得我的欣喜,为老师对我的信任与肯定;我记得我的忐忑,担心自己不能胜任;我记得下一秒的顾虑被满满的信心打败;我记得我告诉老师“I’ll try my best!”;我记得老师告诉我她相信,相信Summer的能力,相信Summer不会让她失望,相信Summer不会让大家失望……
    回过神,只低头小声道:“对不起,老师,我好像......让您失望了。”她忙拉起我的手,语调匆匆:“不,Summer,没有,你没有让老师失望呀!你的努力我全都看见,就算今天状态不佳也不能灰心呀!老师说过相信你,那时相信,现在依然相信!可是要知道‘No pains,no gains’。”我抬起头,看到她的双眼里映出的无精打采的自己,真不好看!这样的Summer才真正让人失望吧!我一个抖擞,直起身子。才见到她眉眼弯弯道:“对呀!Summer,打起精神!让我们再练一次。”她拉我离开窗台回到排练教室,“这一次,我们先把台本记熟,然后再开始。”我点头,看到她眼间流出的鼓励和信任。“Try your best!”
    我与搭档并排而立,Teacher Jean面向我们,竖起大拇指为我们加油。刚刚温习过的串词在脑海清晰明朗地排列,感觉自己又充满了能量,不慌不乱地完成了这次排练,不知不觉间信心又被找了回来。老师对我眨眨眼,仿佛在说:“看吧,只要你用心去做就一定可以做好!”我冲她吐了吐舌头,默默念:“放心吧,Summer不会灰心,Summer还会继续加油!”
    西边红色被深蓝代替,晚霞已睡去。
    明天就是演讲比赛的日子,最后一节课大家最后一次练习开场的合唱歌曲。Teacher Jean让我起立,在班级里为合唱报幕。第一次在同学们面前报幕,一丝紧张让我听见自己的尾音在颤动,幸好同学们适时的掌声盖过了那不稳的音调。抬头,Teacher Jean同那天一样为我竖立拇指。悠扬歌声里,我们四目相对,笑眼浅浅。
    未到傍晚,天却阴沉下来,比赛前夕没有晚霞的陪伴让我有些莫名慌乱,搭档也和我一样,对明天的挑战充满幻想与期待,而那紧张与慌乱就在我们临别的一句“加油!”中化作上扬的音调。此刻心中又现Teacher Jean竖起拇指对我微笑的模样,这样的鼓励可比云霞灿烂更让人安心呀!
终于,振奋人心的这天来到了!
    一年一度的演讲比赛就在这个柳絮纷飞的下午举行。五色的气球和彩带装点着舞台,座无虚席的礼堂里连空气都弥漫着兴奋。六位远道而来的外籍评委已经入座。台下的我们准备就绪,Teacher Jean向我们走来。张开双臂,小小身材给了我们一个大大拥抱,胸膛的踏实赶走了所有紧张,掌心的温度代替了所有鼓励之辞。原来拥抱比千万句“加油!”能够表达得更多。
    “I’ll try my best!”我轻声。
    “I’m always by your side!”她慢言。
    面带微笑,站上舞台。熟悉的面庞,竖起了大拇指——来自观众席的Best wishes让舞台上的我们像是拥有了魔法。
    演出成功!
    走出礼堂,霞光烂漫,整座城市都被晚霞浸润,散发金灿灿的光。“Congratulations!原来昨天没有出现的晚霞全部跑到今天来为我们庆功啦!”Teacher Jean和她的话她的笑一起出现在眼前。“没错!都赶到今天来为我们庆功啦!”烂漫霞光中,我们又一次四目相对,笑语盈盈。
    她说,舞台上的Summer神采奕奕,每一个笑容洋溢出来的都是满满的自信。嘴角上扬的弧度就像夕阳的轮廓一样迷人。我说,舞台下的Teacher Jean给了我最悉心的指导,最温暖的鼓励,最强大的支持。Teacher Jean教我努力,让我自信,老师的全部心血就像此刻的红霞一样笼罩着我,打动着我。
    哦,不!Teacher Jean,你比霞光要更加动人!因为你是sunshine呀!
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Teacher Bob, My 1306
高一国(4) 宣继豪

A father is a treasure, a brother is a comfort, but a friend is both.
Because of my love for the English language, and good expectations for the future, I enrolled in the IEP class. At that time, I was a little afraid to talk with our teachers, mainly because they are ‘foreigners’. We students are usually afraid of making mistakes, and especially when we speak with foreigners for the first time.. But when teacher Bob arrived at our school, my opinions and fears were soon changed.
The first time I met teacher Bob was in the second class. As soon as we all sat down, we found a huge stranger stood near the door. And then, we asked teacher Jean who he was. Suddenly, the man smiled and said: ‘I’m another one of your teachers, you can call me Bob.’ At that time, I was talking with my classmates and I notice that there are four numbers on the blackboard 1, 3, 0 and 6. I said: ‘Who is 1306?’ … Once the words had left my mouth, everyone was laughing at me.
I then realized that the word on the board was not ‘1306’, but was Bob, my teacher’s name. I was so embarrassed that I just wanted to find a hole to hide my face! But luckily ‘1306’ didn’t know what happened.
After a while, teacher Jean asked us to settle down and be quiet and gave us work to do. While I was doing my work, teacher Bob walked towards me and looked at me. I felt extremely uncomfortable, I’ve never been watched in this way. It lasted more than a minute, and finally, he came to me and patted me on my shoulder, and asked me: ‘Could you please stand up?’ ‘Sure.’ I replied and stood next to him. To his surprise, he said to teacher Jean: ‘I don’t believe it, it’s amazing, this boy is taller than me! I haven’t found anyone taller than me in all four IEP classes except you. Wow…’ then he faced me ‘How old are you? And, what’s your name?’ ‘My name is Berry, I’m fifteen years old.’ I said. ‘OK. Well  done.’ He patted me again, and motioned me to sit down. When I sat down, I realized that I have just had a conversation with a ‘foreigner’, It happened so quickly, that I still can’t believe talking with foreigners can be such a easy thing. But I did it, and this encouraged me to continue.
At first I thought ‘1306’ is not easy to get along with, but a few days later, I found he is funny, he always finds something interesting in normal life.
One time, he was teaching us about the comparative and the superlative, he looked at the paper in front of him, and then he burst into a high-pitched laugh. We didn’t know what was happening, even the other teacher didn’t know what it was, until Bob showed the paper to us. There is a mistake in the paper: the superlative of ‘rich’ was stated as ‘ugliest’. It seemed like that the richest men are the ugliest.
It was funny, wasn’t it? (He did explain that it was a printing error)
There are many other things about him, and also about me.
Just like I mentioned earlier, my English name is ‘Berry’, as my first English teacher called me by this name. But, every time, Bob always called me ‘Barry’. This was because of the pronunciation, but I didn’t realize it at that time. However, I found my name in the form is ‘Barry’, not ‘Berry’. I told Bob my true name, but the next time he called me ‘Barry’ again. I could do nothing. Gradually, I had gotten used to hearing that.
One day, as I was doing my homework, I found the word ‘barry’ in one of the sentences. This made me curious, so I looked up the word in the dictionary. It has a meaning—rampart. Suddenly, I know why Bob called me ‘Barry’. I’m 190cm tall and weigh 200 pounds.. This may or may not surprise you, but I’m sure I am a ‘Barry’ now!
Last Wednesday, December the 25th, there was a Christmas party in our IEP classroom. To give us room to play some games, We arranged all the tables in a circle. I remembered ‘musical chairs’ as being the most interesting and exciting game for me. Seven of us walked around six chairs, while our teachers played music, when the music stopped, you had to find a chair to sit on, and if you did not have a chair, you would be eliminated. Then another chair would be removed, again and again until there was only one chair and two contestants. The first one to sit is the winner, Now, music!...and…STOP!  We both wanted to have that chair, but there is still one person to be eliminated. To everyone’s’ surprise, the winner of this game was the smallest of us. I was defeated in the final round! Who said the little man had no chance?
Everyone was enjoying the party, but I thought something was missing,I couldn’t find teacher Bob anywhere.
Nearing the end of the party, teacher Jean said she had a special Christmas present for us., and shouted: “Now, come in!’
What’s that? Is that Father Christmas? NO! That is ‘Father Bob’!
Teacher Bob was dressed up as Father Christmas and gave us all a present. He looked extremely funny in the costume.
‘Merry Christmas!’ he said to me, ‘Merry Christmas, 1306!’ I said to him, then he stopped, and frowned at me, obviously, he still did not know what it meant . . . But I know.

 

时光笺里的成长诗
——谨以此文献给我的外教鲍勃

 高一国(3) 王诗雨

    时光如潮水,击打着记忆的滩头。潮起潮落间,我们倾听着生命拔节的脆响。撩起岁月的轻纱,那些成长的足迹或深或浅,若隐若现。         
——题记
    九月的轻风惹笑了蓝天,还有蓝天一样的鲍勃的脸,甜甜的,暖在心间。在那个九月,他从大洋彼岸的英国走进了我的生活。
    “三人行,必有我师焉。”是他教会了我专注眼前,脚踏实地。外教鲍勃是一个活泼随和的人,而与他隔了几十年光阴的我却有着沉闷的性格,我一直习惯性地压抑着自己的情感,不和任何人做过深的交流——因为没有人能理解我内心的偏执与疯狂。或许是他过于活泼,亦或许是我太不言苟笑,在几个月的相处后,他让我参加英语角。我的口语并不娴熟,但所幸时间足够,所以当我打好腹稿行云流水般回答他的问题时,我并不意外地在他脸上看到了惊讶的神情。谈话流利地进行着,但当鲍勃又抛出一个问题时,我沉默了。他问道:“你的理想是什么呢?”他和煦的眼神中带着善意的探询,高大的身体从沙发中向前倾,如同一个好奇宝宝。我不说话,并不是拒绝做答,而是不知如何回答,如同那个徒劳地把巨石重复推到山顶复又使其滚回谷底的西西弗斯!我每天过着重复单调的生活,儿时绚烂缤纷的梦想被时光撒上了一层灰白的粉末,那些剩下的零星的片段却在记忆之海中幻化成几束火焰,不时跳跃闪动,而现在,我面对笑意盈盈的鲍勃,却不知从何说起。最终,我说:“我并不知自己将来想做什么,因为我对什么事都没有特别地喜欢。淡淡的日子每分每秒都在消磨着我本就不多的激情。”不过事实上我并不淡定,略微的紧张导致我讲错了句子。可是我想鲍勃还是听懂了,他出乎意料地笑得更加灿烂,目光中流露出璞玉般的光泽,“慢慢来吧!我相信你一定会发现心中的追求,在此之前,只要按部就班可以了。”他的话温水般平淡无奇,带着四五度的温度,喝下去却让人感到暖意无限,语言大概是有温度的,那种温水般的触觉,正是温暖的话语倾诉后,留下的美好痕迹。
    “岁寒,然后知松柏之后凋也。”是他教会了我只有拥有执着的信念才会有坚定守候的勇气。我们现在的挫折无非就是考试失利。我并不难过一次次的失利,只是懊恼自己屡次不改的粗心。我几乎是痛恨着粗心一样痛恨着自己,忍不住一掌拍向桌子。只是那次快拍到桌子时,我的手却被抓住了。“噢,原来是你啊!”我无精打采地问候了他一声。“有什么事值得你大动火气啊?”鲍勃依旧笑眯眯的。我看着他疑惑,为什么他总是那么开心,禁不住叹口气,转过身想要走开。他火炬似的目光洞穿了我的想法,身后传来他掷地有声的话语:“拿破仑说过‘每一次逆境中,都包含着与不利因素同等甚至更大的有利因素’,你为什么不把这句话当做自己的座右铭呢?”我僵住了身躯,半晌,我抬头向他一笑:“你说得对,我要把这句话当作座右铭。”是啊,正如鲍勃执着与真诚地对待每个学生,我也要执著于生活,微笑地面对每一次挫折。不是自怨自弃,而是心怀感激。
    因为有了鲍勃的陪伴,我的生活像是掺入了赤橙黄绿蓝靛紫,灿如霓虹。他带着脑中幻想的随意门,拉着我走过生活中的点滴,像是梦中的甜蜜阳光,我们唱着童谣,把对远方的好奇与向往涂鸦在湛蓝的苍穹之上。
    苍苔盈阶,落花满径。梦见青青竹上的一抹亮节,梦见悄悄袭心的一束暖风,梦见一望无际的金色麦浪中藏着一颗火热的心。那些商时风,那些唐时雨,将感动的瞬间一一聚拢于时光里,伴我走过迷茫的青葱岁月,而我亲爱的外教鲍勃,是他教会了我追求梦想,执着生活,亦为我谱写了一曲最美的成长诗。


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