my teacher

my teacher

She is an ordinary person, but she treats her work seriously. Now we all call her a great person.

She was not very old, but she was the head teacher of our six years; young and light, but wrinkles on the forehead. This is not a trace of the years, this is her hard-working testimony, the pen in her hand, the paper on the table is her companion; her oblique shadow at dusk is the companionship of her work.

Her surname is handsome. When she started to contact her, I naively thought that she had not lived up to her surname, surnamed handsome, and sloppy. It was really too young at the time, and now I still remember the case of the second grade. That language class seems to be a very important section, the principal sits next to me. After the class, the headmaster reflected the situation to her, so she pulled her face and looked at me fiercely, saying that I took the principal's book when I was in class. In fact, there is such a thing, she will not reciprocate and start to reprimand me, I seem to have committed a great crime, and there is no way to tell. So I began to hate her and hated the language class.

Maybe it's because I hate language classes. The fourth grade is another very important language lesson. She has been carefully planning for a long time. When she asked her questions in class, I was too lazy to raise my hand to answer. The students raised their hands actively and positively, probably she noticed it. She asked me and asked me, she said, "Please answer this question." I will take a look, then stand up, don't know to say something. what. Because I didn't study well in the language, I was very upset about her question. She said in a sunny voice: "Too nervous, sit down." I thought, finished, I have to be catastrophe again. The mind is completely chaotic. After class, it was calm and there was nothing. She left the classroom with a smile and did not ask me to go to the office to "drink tea." I began to rejoice, but fortunately she was generous and did not hold me accountable. This has forced me to pay tribute to her. I suddenly realized that I was determined to study hard and could not let her down again. However, the habit of not raising my hand in class, I used it for two years to develop, but later became a habit that could not be changed.

Time has moved back two years, sixth grade. At that time, she accompanied us and sprinted with us the "final exam". The summer afternoon sun was always very hot, and the air in the classroom was hot. She kept the classroom and took a look after a while; At dusk, there were only six grades left in the school. She accompanied us to spend the evening. In the end, we were the last to leave the campus. Although many people complained about her, she still insisted. In this way, it has been suffering for more than 70 days. The "final exam" is coming. I know that I am leaving her. "Kung Fu pays off," when I saw the results, I was shocked. The language was only two points away from the perfect score. At this point, I am cheering, but she seems to be a little sad. After all, at the end of the drama, people will be scattered. My scores are all due to her hard work, I have to say; I admire her more.

Looking back now, I feel that I have had a good time for two years, for two years. I shouldn’t have been against her at first, and ignorance is really terrible. Thinking of her now, I admire her more and more.

The second day of the second gate of Gucheng County, Xiangfan County, Hubei Province: Cao Zhengyu