My closest and loved one

When I was a child, I was asked who my favorite person was. At that time, my answer was: Mom and Dad, although I said this in my mouth, I didn’t think so. I sometimes think about it: Who is my favorite person, is it really Mom and Dad? It was only in the second day that I realized that this seat has been kept for you----physic teacher, class teacher.

During a Wednesday's event time, several boys in the class played behind the classroom. The vice principal just passed by and heard that the classroom was very noisy and affected the third year of study. The penalty was that we stood under the window behind the teaching building. Those boys were deputy. The headmaster checked other classes, one by one like a rabbit, fleeing in vain, and our girls did not dare to run, only to be punished on their behalf. Afterwards, we all have special grievances: Why are they making mistakes, we are punished, and we are girls. Moreover, we are all girls, and they are ugly in front of the whole school. Moreover, when everyone else finished eating, let us go to eat. Who can eat it? The more we think about it, the less it tastes. So, one by one went into the classroom and cried on the table. The grievances of tears, like a dislocated horse, lingering along the cheeks, bit by bit, telling us the grievances in our hearts. Crying and crying, I don't know how suddenly I can't breathe, then my body is numb, my hands are twitching and I can't open, my eyes can't open, but my mind is sober. When the students saw me like this, they were terrified. I immediately went to the class teacher, and my sister and Zhang Zhifang helped me. After only a few moments, the teacher came to the classroom. She even walked and ran, and I could hear her frequent breathing. But she seemed very calm, and immediately asked her classmates to go to my bag to get glucose. Then she rubbed my hand and let it open slowly. Her hand is so warm. Soon a classmate took the glucose, and the teacher decisively cut the top of the bottle with the bottom of the two glucose bottles, and then opened the glucose bottle by hand. Then I asked my classmates to bring a cup lid and pour glucose into the cup. Then, with one hand on me, I personally fed me to drink glucose. After a minute and a second, my breathing gradually subsided. Slowly, your eyes can be opened.

However, after a wave of unrest, a wave of ups again - my sister was scared by me, and the heart broke. However, the teacher did not appear to be confused at all. Immediately grabbed her sister and called her sister in the hospital working hospital to ask her what to do. Her sister said that it would make my sister supine. The teacher sat on the ground without hesitation, carefully moving her sister to the ground, her head resting on her leg. Also called with my sister in a class to find a parent. In this case, she did not ask the students to help me back to the dormitory. After a while, the teacher asked someone to bring me a bowl of noodles. This bowl of noodles is delicious. The teacher’s cooking is so good that he made such a delicious noodles. Half eaten, she came to see me, I am so happy, but also moved. My tears swirled in my eyes and confused my sight. Her face still hangs with a bright smile. She said to us for a while, comforted me and told me to rest early. She knew that I was worried about my sister, and then said to me: "You are not all right, your uncle took her home, and you have to take a break, this time is very tired in the past." This paragraph, simple but sentence Full of warmth. She took off my shoes and coat, held my head, carefully placed it on the pillow, then covered the quilt, and gently licked it and was taken away. I looked at her. When she came out of the dormitory door, she looked back at me and then left. Her footsteps gradually disappeared into the wind. I am not at ease in the dormitory alone, and I also call Zhang Zhifang to accompany me. She said: "When the class teacher opened another glucose, it was hard and crushed. It was full of glass slag and broke her hand. She couldn’t care for the pain, just feed you quickly. I washed it with water." I couldn't help but burst into tears. Her eyes are also red. "Well, you are going to sleep! I am really, and I have said your tears." I smiled in a joking tone and said, "Whoever makes her a class teacher." I don't know what she thinks. But she knows? I am comforting my bleeding heart. I clearly remember that the next day is Thursday. The last section of the evening is self-study. We are as happy as usual to wait for her to come to class. "Oh--" The door opened, but it was not the head teacher, but the language teacher. My heart was cold, like a splash of cold water. He said that the physics teacher is ill, and he is on this class. In this section of self-study, I often go to God. I thought: Is it yesterday that the teacher is too bothered, so... The more I think about it, the more I think, and finally decided to go to the teacher with a few girls.

I knocked on the door of the teacher's dormitory. There was a powerless voice inside her: "Please come in." We pushed the door open and walked in slowly. The teacher was lying on the bed, his face was pale and his voice was hoarse. But when we asked her with concern, before we finished talking, she eagerly said that she was just getting angry, and drinking more water would be fine. This time, she seemed to be more powerful when she spoke, but she could not hide her exhaustion. She didn't seem to want us to see her sick, and quickly sent us back to the dormitory. From the teacher's dormitory, my sad tears flowed down. This is my favorite teacher. She loves us just like loving her own children, even more than her own children. Let us feel that you are like a mother. During this time, you have left us with many wonderful memories. These memories are like wearing beads that are not in a string, and swirling and gleaming at the deep end of the memory.

Teacher, I want to call your mother. Teacher, you are my most loved one.

Third day: Zhang Jiajia