a good teacher in my mind

She is a good teacher in my heart, beautiful and noble: a purple dress that symbolizes wisdom, in her 50s, but still vibrant in my eyes. The black melon seeds are set with two black gems that have been cultivated for many years. If the wrinkles in the corners of the eyes are like the calm waters, the tall and straight posture makes her more solemn. With the eternal good sentence: "The cloud wants a flower to think about it, the spring breeze reveals Huanong" describes her as suitable.

She is a good teacher in my heart, following the temptation: a lively and interesting language class ended in a cheerful class bell. Under the class, a classmate who has been languid by family factors was carefully called into the office. "The teacher told me that although Mom and Dad are not together, but still care about me, I must study hard, don't forget the parents' support for me, and be a person who contributes to the country in the future!" The classmate who ran out of the fart smiled and said to us.

She is a good teacher in my heart, and she has a hard time: there is a male student who has always been his pride. No matter what competition, the male student will always break the paper with a fiery red certificate to reward her. The male student is her most proud disciple. It is the pearl of her hand. Four years later, the male classmates are still so good, but in the fifth grade, the results of the male students have plummeted. The class is often absent-minded, and the homework is also opportunistic, a mess, such as a book, so that she has always been knowledgeable. So she went to the home to visit and learned that male students were addicted to the Internet and could not extricate themselves. She will give counsel to male students alone, often talk to male students, but it will still be useless, but she still does not give up, perseverance, as always, help him and encourage him. Finally, the dripping water can wear the stone. Gradually, the performance of the male student has improved. She will increase her horsepower and let the students urge him. A year later, the male classmates turned their backs and developed good study habits and admitted to the ideal university.

She is my national language teacher: excellent senior teacher, Di Xia.

"The spring silkworm to the dead silk is done", the true meaning of the "wax torch into the gray tears began to dry" road, Di teacher! You are a rainless dew that you can’t finish, you are a song that you can’t finish, it’s a good teacher in my heart!

Second day: Wen Yal Ya