最棒的启迪者

“有一千个读者，就有一千个哈姆雷特。”而对于“什么是好老师”这个问题，有一千个学生，就有一千种答案。好老师就是这样，在每个学生心中都独一无二、无可替代。不妨走进下文，一起来看作者心中的好老师是什么样的。

If only you could imagine the trembling anxiety I felt at the fifth grade open house1）. If only you could hear the thumping2） of my heart， much like a mad metronome3）. To say I was nervous would be an understatement； I was filled to the brim4） with overwhelming apprehension5）. Never being a good one at the start of school， I tiptoed cautiously into the seemingly empty classroom. At the wide bookshelf stood a lady， who was probably not much taller than I was. As my mom pushed me into the room and forcefully introduced me to the teacher， my palms grew sweaty， my heart raced along and I looked at my feet. When I did look up upon hearing my name， my teacher flashed6） the warmest， most caring smile imaginable. It was then when I realized I had nothing to fear. Fifth grade would be alright， thanks to my wonderful teacher， who inspired me to do great things.

From the moment I could say my first word， I had always been fascinated by words and books. I would spend hours poring over7） novels， even if my friends just laughed at me. Reading had always been my favorite pastime， though I would often be ashamed to admit that. However， it was this particular teacher who influenced me. She encouraged reading： not just in class， but on our own as well. And it wasn't just books of our age normally， like Harry Potter or The Chronicles of Narnia. In fact， The Da Vinci Code， Wuthering Heights and To Kill a Mockingbird were just a few novels that we had our eyes on. Having my love of the novels promoted in such a wonderful way gives the teacher a special place in my heart.

I also like to write. Actually， I adore writing. Ever since I was young， I've had a number of amazing ideas floating around in my head， but in my little mind they were so hard to pin down8）. It wasn't until fifth grade， with that teacher， that I was able to do so. My fifth-grade year happened to be the year that the Narnia movie came out. Along with the movie came an elementary school essay contest. My teacher， prompted by her love of the series， required us all to enter the contest. At first I was reluctant and bored. But once a fantastic idea blew into my brain， I couldn't type fast enough. When the time came for us to hand them in， mine was praised repeatedly. It was at that moment when I realized I could indeed write. Maybe all my imaginative ideas were put into my mind for a reason. Because of my teacher's genuine9） praise towards my essay， I was motivated to write. And when you write， you can create anything you want.

My fifth grade teacher grew my love of reading and planted my interest in writing. But the main reason why her name comes up is because she was one of the kindest teachers I've ever had. Whatever story you had that you wanted to share， she would always listen intently10） and treat you like a friend rather than a student. She was caring and compassionate. The way she wanted us to succeed， the way she expected so much from us ... It was so apparent that she cared about our dreams and our futures. When she laughed at our funny tales， she exchanged some of her own. She'd mention previous students' antics11） and accomplishments all the time. Her personality just exudes12） sunshine and warmth. A teacher who cares that much deserves a special place in the heart of her students.

So， to sum it up， my fifth grade teacher is possibly the most inspiring educator I've ever had. From her I learned not to be ashamed to admit that one of my favorite hobbies was reading； to instead hold my head up high and say： "Why， yes， my favorite book is Wuthering Heights." It was in that class where I discovered my love for writing， an addictive way to spread out into the depths of my imagination. And her considerate ways and heartfelt pride towards her students makes me feel warm. I am proud to have called her my fifth grade teacher. A good teacher is the one who explains， a great teacher demonstrates， but only the best can truly inspire.

真希望你能想象得出五年级开放日那天我焦虑得发抖的样子。真希望你能听到我的心脏像失控的节拍器一样怦怦乱跳。用“紧张”来形容当时的我就太过轻描淡写了；我的内心充满了不可抑制的忧虑。从来都不擅长应对开学时各种新状况的我小心翼翼地踮着脚走进了看似空荡的教室。宽大的书架旁站着一位女士，个头可能比我高不了多少。当妈妈把我推进教室，硬把我介绍给那位老师时，我手心开始冒汗，心脏也跳个不停，低头看着自己的脚。听到老师叫我名字时我才抬起了头，这时，她突然露出了我能想象到的最温暖、最关切的笑容。就是在那一刻，我意识到自己没什么好怕的。我的五年级生活将会顺风顺水，而这还多亏我有这位很棒的老师，一位激励我成就大事的老师。

从我能说出第一个单词的那一刻起，我就一直对词汇和书籍心驰神往。我会花上几个小时潜心阅读小说，即使我的朋友们为此嘲笑过我。阅读一直是我最喜爱的消遣活动，虽然我经常羞于承认这一点。不过，正是这位特别的老师影响了我。她鼓励我们阅读：不仅要在课上阅读，还要在课下自己阅读。并且，阅读内容也不仅限于《哈利·波特》或《纳尼亚传奇》这类我们这个年纪的孩子通常会看的书籍。事实上，《达芬奇密码》《呼啸山庄》和《杀死一只知更鸟》也只是我们阅读的其中一些小说。这位老师以这样美妙的方式提升了我对小说的热爱，这使她在我心中拥有了特殊的地位。

我还喜欢写作。事实上，我热爱写作。从小时候起，我的脑海中就一直萦绕着许多奇思妙想，但它们却很难在我的小脑袋瓜中被准确地描述出来。直到我在五年级时认识了那位老师，我才能做到这一点。那一年恰逢电影《纳尼亚传奇》上映，一场小学作文比赛也随之拉开了序幕。出于她自己对《纳尼亚传奇》系列的喜爱，老师要求我们每个人都参加比赛。起初，我不太情愿参赛，还觉得很无聊。然而，一旦有某个新奇的想法浮现在我的脑海，我就会敲字如飞。到提交作文时，老师多次对我的文章提出了表扬。就在那一刻，我才意识到自己真的能够进行写作。或许，我脑海中所有那些富有想象力的想法都是有其存在理由的。由于老师真诚赞美我的作文，我被激起了写作的欲望。而当你写作的时候，你就能创造出任何你想要的东西。

我的五年级老师增进了我对阅读的热爱，也培养了我对写作的兴趣。不过，她的名字之所以在我的脑海里出现，是因为她是我见过的最和蔼的老师之一。无论你有什么故事想要与她分享，她都会凝神倾听，把你当成朋友而非学生。她细心体贴，富有同情心。看看她那希望我们成功的样子，看看她那对我们怀有很高期许的样子……很显然，她非常在意我们的梦想和未来。当她听了我们有趣的故事而开怀大笑时，她也会与我们分享她自己的一些故事。她总会提及以前学生的滑稽举动和他们所取得的成就。她的个性就是会散发出阳光般的温暖。一位对学生充满关爱的老师理应在学生心目中拥有特殊的地位。

所以，总而言之，我的五年级老师大概是我的老师中最令学生振奋的教育者。从她身上我学会了不要羞于承认阅读是自己的一大爱好；相反，要昂首挺胸地说：“怎么了？没错，我最喜欢的书就是《呼啸山庄》。”正是在这样的课堂上，我发现了自己对写作的热爱，写作是一种可以充分探索自我想象力的方式，令人欲罢不能。而且，她对学生的体贴关怀以及发自内心的自豪也让我感到温暖。我很骄傲自己曾称她为我的“五年级老师”。一名好的老师会答疑解惑，一名优秀的老师会进行示范，但只有最棒的老师才会真正给学生以启迪。

1. open house： （学校或机关等的）开放日，参观日，接待日

2. thump [θ?mp] vi. （心脏或脉搏因恐惧或激动）怦怦地跳

3. metronome [?metr?n??m] n. 【音】节拍器

4. filled/full to the brim： （容器）盛满，装满；（人）充满（某种感情）

5. apprehension [??pr??hen?n] n. （对行将出现的危险等的）忧虑；担心；恐惧

6. flash [fl??] vt. 突然显露（某种强烈情感）。该词常见搭配有flash a smile/glance/look etc. （at sb.），意为“突然（朝某人）一笑/一瞥/一看等”。

7. pore over： 专心阅读；研读

8. pin down： 确切地描述；明确说明

9. genuine [?d?enju?n] adj. 真诚的，真心的

10. intently [?n?tentli] adv. 专心致志地；全神贯注地

11. antics [??nt?ks] n. [复]滑稽可笑的举动

12. exude [?ɡ?zju?d] vt. 散发出；显露出（感觉或品质）