Miss my teacher

What she can never forget is her encouraging eyes.

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The new semester began again, and I walked into the past campus, still sitting in that position, but my dear teacher will never stand in front of the podium...

"Classmates, I am your language teacher, my name is Tian, ​​called Tian..." He said, writing his name on the blackboard, I seem a little disappointed. I believe that the language teachers in our country should be ones with profound and imposing teaching qualifications. The result - turned out to be a "little woman" with a small voice and a weak wind. But this made me feel very kind. Because her age is not much different from ours, sometimes she is like a big sister, what troubles she told her, she will listen patiently; sometimes, she is like a mother, when we are in trouble. Give us a warm embrace...

Perhaps in the examination, my texts and deductions are more deductive, which has become a small flaw in my language. Therefore, whenever there is a classical Chinese, I always become the one who is the most diligent! So, as soon as I saw it, I sweated my hands, my mind was faint, my eyes were straight on Venus, and my heart was always like a little rabbit. "You explain the translation of this article." Miss Tian used her gun-like eyes to scan the whole class. The "shooter" that the target fired was me. "Oh..." At this time, my brain was "small" and I was standing up slowly. The heart was "squatting" and drumming fiercely. The two legs did not tremble with enthusiasm. The eloquent mouth doesn't know why it doesn't make a fuss. "This word means..." "Don't be nervous, just translate according to your thinking." Miss Tian holds the book, and his eyes are full of encouragement. I suddenly had the courage to say the idea. It is because this time, when I am not in trouble, my eyes will always show the encouraging eyes of Miss Tian, ​​and I will answer them with confidence.

Time is like an hourglass. In the twinkling of an eye, we are here for the first semester. After the final exam in the sixth grade, when I came back to take the papers, the excitement of the face’s upcoming vacation suddenly disappeared. "Classmates, this may be the last time we met. I have already admitted to Linyi, so this homework for the holiday is another teacher to show you!" After Miss Tian finished, the class was quiet and surprising. A surprised expression on his face. Unexpectedly, the teacher who spent a year with us was gone.

Yesterday's laughter together, today turned into a parting, my heart is full of reluctance, tears flowing in my heart...

The second day: Yue Lingfei