Love - passing between me and the teacher

On the days of spring rain, the gratitude of the bustling floats, with a little joy, a little sweetness, the spring breeze blows again, the spring rain falls again, every year and year, who is always with us, is Who is like the little sun in our lives, who uses a solid arm to shelter us from the wind and rain, whoever silently squats all the heavy responsibilities, whoever is painful, even if it is sad, does not give up on us, who? It is the teacher, the one who will accompany us to laugh, accompany us, make us sad, give us comfort, give us joy, give us applause. They paid silently, and the sweat on their foreheads exchanged for white hair, but they also exchanged our success, but how much do we know about them? There are many people who say that teachers and students are a kind of spiritual induction to each other and a kind of tacit understanding. Then let us come close to the teacher's smile and talk, and talk about it.

Lens one - in class

Three-foot lecture hall, a piece of chalk, a lesson plan, or old-fashioned, or passionate, harsh or loving. Teacher, you are writing your own spring and autumn. Day after day, year after year, one stroke at a time, only words, seemingly insignificant, but often affect ours, but it is a lifetime. Forty-five minutes, no matter how tired you are, you will stick to the ringing of the class and leave. We are distressed and say to you: "Teacher, otherwise you will sit down and give us a class. We know that you are tired." With a touch of gratification, the kind and gentle whispered to us. Until the class, you returned to your office, sitting in the chair, kneading your sore waist.

You are passionate in the classroom, and you are sore in the classroom, but with a smile of relief.

Lens 2 - Office

The teachers in the office, but we didn't think so leisurely, they were all buried in the work pile. We didn't write a homework alone. The teachers changed dozens or even hundreds of homework, and it was simple. They are meticulous, for fear of a little mistake. If a classmate goes to the office and asks for help from the teacher, the teachers will put down the things at hand and answer the questions wholeheartedly. Yes, the teacher's love is the calcium in our lives, and it will inject our youthful blood into the strong and fearless.

No matter how tired you are in the office, you will answer questions for us. Your kindness is so gentle, your calmness is so calm, your sternness is so harsh, your tenderness is so watery. No matter who it is, it can't replace you in our hearts.

Lens three - on the road

The teachers walked side by side, but they were not talking about the topics that other adults talked about. When they came close, they were talking about the review plan for the students, and the curriculum, they thought about us all the time, for us. Think about it. I am grateful to the teacher, so that my plain life can be forgotten and ambitious, I am grateful to the teacher, so that my life is unforgettable and the scenery is infinite.

Even if you are on the way home, you are not thinking about your husband and son at home, but are worried about our study. How can we not be moved? The wind and frost of life is like snow. There is always a soft and strong arm for you. For us, the teacher's love is a gift from heaven, and it is a treasure of life.

This is every little detail that brings us the lives of countless teachers. They have brought us countless sleepless nights, calm and watery. What should we do? On weekdays, I didn’t find the teacher’s love for us, but now I found out that we should regard the teacher as the brightest sunshine in our life, to thank the teacher, to thank the teacher...

No matter who can replace the teacher in our hearts, the wind is slipping through the fingers, in the air, the years are long, a breeze, fragrance in the soil, I believe, the teacher is a flower that never dies, save the most perfect memory The integrity is intact. We are frivolous and happy for our teachers. We don’t change the seasons, we don’t follow the age of the year, and we promise to be their most embarrassing students.

I am used to the teacher's smile, get used to the teacher's gentle care, get used to the teacher's existence, let us approach the teacher and walk into the teacher's heart.

Xianglin Township, Xuyong County, Xuzhou County, Sichuan Province, Sichuan Province