Memories of a lesson

With the ringing of the bell, I ushered in the first physics class, but unexpectedly I went to English. I thought about why, why did I go to English, I have extreme partiality, science is great, but liberal arts are just like English is one of my least useful subjects. I have always hated English. What about this lesson? Is it unknown? Or is it the same as usual?

The teacher stepped onto the podium. I opened my eyes and saw the teacher's kind eyes look at me. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't help but bow down. The teacher started to lecture. I looked up and listened carefully to every word the teacher said. The questions I answered were also higher than usual. The correct rate was also higher. Many teachers showed a gratifying look.

This lesson has quietly passed through, and time flies to the time of class. I recollect the fun of class. I know a lot about this lesson.

Second day: asdfgh loves to sing 888