a good teacher in my mind

The spring silkworms went to the dead silk, and the candles began to dry.

--Inscription

She is a tall, thin person with short hair. She is my language teacher.

"Hello everyone, my sex, I will be your language teacher in the future!" We met in the first grade. The first time we saw her, it gave people a serious feeling. I was not very good before the third grade, and even the results are not good, maybe this is related to my uncorrected learning attitude! Of course, the character is fun, young and ignorant, my criticism of her is only the left ear into the right ear, do not agree.

One day in the third grade, I handed in my homework in a hurry. Although it was completed, my handwriting was still sloppy. My heart was uneasy and I blamed me. I lost my homework due to fun and play on Sunday, but I still have the luck of being lucky. Maybe The teacher has been retiring because of his busy work. Maybe the teacher has had something happy? Thinking about all kinds of possibilities, she walked in with an exercise book. Is that my book? At this point, as if the teacher’s eyes were staring at me, “Zhang Yazhen.” The teacher yelled at my name, and gave me a sigh of relief. “咔”, my book was instantly torn. At this time, my mind is blank, tears can’t stop, there is shame, and there is resentment...

Since then, I have been urging myself. Although the results are stable, the resentment against the teacher has not been reduced. This kind of resentment continues until the day after the sixth grade.

After graduation, I have a holiday. My classmates have made an appointment to see the teacher. I promised. After all, this time, the difference may be a permanent parting. Although this is the case, my heart is still faintly reluctant.

"Hey!" I thought about the doorbell. The time to open the door from the teacher, although only a few seconds, but for me is a century, I am afraid to see the teacher's face, the teacher's eyes, afraid...

"Teacher is good!" "Hello! Come here, come in and come!" Today's teacher seems to be particularly kind and so enthusiastic that I feel something unnatural.

"The life in the country is coming soon. Are you ready? What are your plans for the summer vacation?" She is kindly greeting us, and the stern teacher has been so peaceful now, but this kind of peace seems to make me incoherent. : "I... I haven't thought about it yet."

"That can't be done: there should be plans for doing things, there are arrangements, the middle school is a turning point, everything will start again, everything will change. The teachers in the country will not be like you, now you have to learn to learn independently!" The words are very simple, just a few words, but like a pound of heavy stone in my heart, the teacher has been working hard for many years, "serious", there are serious, but also bitter, "pipe" is not easy, "tube "How hard it is, it turned out that I misunderstood her, misunderstood such a good teacher, tears swirled in my eyes, but I resisted not letting her flow. In the laughter, I spent a happy afternoon.

A bunch of sunsets descended from the sky, illuminating my heart, opening my heart window, perhaps the mother loves Xinjiang, the father loves the sea, but what is the hardship and the unspeakable love? There may be odes and praises, but there are also complaints and misunderstandings. Do we have the same love for them? Let the sunset open your window, feel the warmth of the silk, let us sing - "Love is speechless", let us shout - teacher, I love you!

Third day: Zhang Yazhen