Teacher loves no end

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Teacher Ma is our class teacher and our language teacher. She is full of vigor and beauty. She has an elegant style and profound literary accomplishment. Listening to Teacher Ma said that she is already a rushing person, but she is not at all. The long shawl is paired with fashionable and fashionable clothes, like a young girl in her twenties.

When I first entered the fifth grade, I didn't adapt to the new class teacher. It was Ma's smile that wiped out my strangeness to the new teacher. The teacher’s smile seems to have already known me, very kind. That smile is like a bright light that illuminates my way forward.

Teacher Ma is funny and humorous. Her class attracts us like a magnet, and it is always fascinating to start a class, which makes us interested. She asks us to answer questions without being too restrictive. As long as we think it is correct, we can speak out boldly and allow "one hundred schools of thought to contend."

When the teacher is in class, the corners of his mouth are always tilted upwards, and his face is always filled with happiness and happiness. Until one day, Teacher Ma’s face was full of heavy, no smile, but full of grief. After class, with doubts, my classmates and I went up and asked what happened to the teacher? Teacher Ma said, "Nothing, classmates, you can continue to play!" After listening to this, the students dispelled doubts and went out to play with confidence. But the next day, the teacher did not come to teach us. A week has passed, the teacher has not come yet, we don’t know what the teacher is doing? I am waiting for the arrival of Teacher Ma in anticipation.

A week later, when the teacher returned to school to give us a class, I saw the teacher’s left arm with a word “filial piety”. We learned that Ma’s mother had passed away. I know how painful the teacher lost his loved ones, but in order not to affect our class, the corners of her mouth are still tilted upwards, and then according to the contents of the book, as before, she blurted out the poetic language. But I can imagine that the kind of pain that the teacher lost his loved ones will be more difficult than a sharp knife. In that class, each of our classmates listened very seriously and tried not to let the teacher think of sad things. In that class, each of our students seemed to grow up.

Teacher Ma loves every student like us. Once, in my English class, my eyes were all dim, my eyes were very vague, my forehead always felt a little demon, holding a small hammer and constantly hitting my forehead, it was very uncomfortable. I took a vacation to the English teacher and went straight to the language teacher's office. When the teacher saw me, I felt that something was wrong and asked me eagerly. Is it uncomfortable? Can you hold on? I said, "Teacher, it hurts, I am going to hold on!" The teacher touched my forehead, ah! It’s hot! While comforting me, she called her mother. At that time, I was very touched by the nervous and pitiful expression of the teacher. At that time, it seemed that there was a magical and infinite force rushing into my body, which made me feel immediately. A new vitality. After I left, the teacher kept looking back at me. Her eyes were so gentle and kind. At this moment, there is a warm current in my heart, my nose is sour...

Now I don't know what language to use to express my feelings at this time. The inner moving language is so pale and weak at the moment. I just want to say to the teacher: Teacher Ma, no matter where I am, I will never forget you!