This season, you spend time with us.

This season, you spend time with us.

The most innocent thing in a person's life is the flower season we are in. How many people dream of returning to our present age. In our age, some people are always by our side, accompanying us to progress and reflect...

She, my language teacher, has a pair of golden glasses on her high nose, and her eyes are full of sharp and sharp eyes. Second, it is the row of white and prominent teeth. She always makes us laugh in class, and sometimes it makes the air full of gunpowder. She always said: "In the past three years, the knowledge I have taught you is not just for the senior high school entrance examination, the college entrance examination, and the numerous exams in the society, but to let you learn to be a person and teach you to be socially How to survive." So, we are very awesome to her, and listen to it. She paid a lot and a lot for our class. In the first exam, the results of our class were terrible, precisely because of her persistence, her efforts, and her nourishment of our love for the rain. Only now we have made progress. Every time we take the exam, our class is improving. From the original countdown, it has climbed all the way to the sixth place.

Although, as far as I know, he has not won the honorary title of "famous teacher" and "good teacher", but I believe that students who have received her orders will definitely admire her. A boring composition class she can play on fun.

In the past, I was a student who didn't particularly like writing. However, after I went to the middle school, after the teacher's management of us and the classmates' enthusiasm for me, writing is already an easy task for me. And the composition is also ok, this is the result of Zhang’s insistence. She often talks that her voice is smoky, but she doesn't have a small voice during class, but she will clear her throat or take a sip of water when we think about it. Then continue to use our dry scorpion to continue to give us lectures. At this time, I secretly made up my mind that I must study hard and live up to the teacher's high hopes for us.

Now, on the occasion of the Teacher's Day, I would like to borrow this essay, I wish you, my Chinese teacher Zhang Silk, Mr. Zhang, a happy holiday, and I wish all the teachers of the world to work hard to give the teacher the first line of education. happy!

The second day: Liang Yijie