my teacher

The river slowly erodes the surface, and the grass seeds are slowly scattered in the wind, the streamers are staggered, and the flowers are long. The dust that is covered in the layers of the heart is washed away by the twilight. All the unscrupulous classmates who tried to throw their thoughts into an unknown space, in the ringtone of this last class, reluctantly put their whole body and mind firmly in place, it is hard to consistently stop their eyes. The paint brush was on the sloppy door.

Children in different periods will always unconsciously come up with many strange thoughts that they can't look down on themselves, but they will always be immersed in their own fictional happiness, even if they have already been crowned: the third day, "You are a sensible person. The unreasonable end of the child limits the title of infinite freedom.

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the third grade school building. The sun reluctantly cuts over the top to form two distinct colors, most of which are still immersed in the dim light, and the small half evaporates with the warm yellow sunset. The sloppy wall of the gray paint brush, from time to time, bulging a large bag somewhere, or leaving a mottled crack. Both close and rough. Because I always want to behave differently from others. I don’t know if I have closed the door tightly. I don’t know if the feeling of seeing the teacher being blocked is so smooth, the sun is forced to stay outside, but the sun is forced to stay outside. It should be considered as thorough, refracted from the glass window in the eyelids, and people can't open their eyes.

For a moment, in the silent countdown, a thinr figure appeared in the field of vision. Always so punctual. Who is she, it goes without saying. It is the teacher who is standing in the morning reading area earlier than us. It is the teacher who appears on the class every day. It will be used in different ways to get a detailed explanation for the teacher. It is not too long for a year, not a day and night. It’s not a day-to-night, it’s not a moment of incompetence, but spending a year to understand a person is really easy for me, and there are not many life experiences, but in the world, in the books. I have already experienced it.

No one will give him a fixed point for the image of the teacher. Is it a serious master with a ruler? Is the office worker wearing a gray shirt riding a bicycle? In short, all the uncertainties will still converge like a trickle. Be one. Full of mouthfuls of "knowing the shackles" of the classical Chinese, the nose is hanging with a pair of eyes that make people laugh, even if they are out of this old-age image, it will be unsatisfactory. The speech must be Wen Zou Zou. Repeat the same words every day, people can't help!

If I use the above words to describe my teacher, it is too ignorant, she is fashionable, she is beautiful, she will always give us an unexpected surprise, she has the same refreshing thoughts as us, she will not let any A person is buried, her grief will always be hidden by herself, and her happiness is always shared with us in the first time. Her patience will be equally distributed to any one person, her smile will always be found everywhere, her repression is always nowhere to be found.

The sweetness of the layers on her face at this moment is like a very long close-up slow motion in my sight. It seems that I always stay at that moment and I can never finish it. The orange dress reflects another dazzling brilliance in the warm sunset. Yeah, the deeper the color, the more comfortable the mood. Prove that she is in a good mood at the moment. Sometimes I suddenly think of it. If she is as old as we are, is she wearing a floral dress, holding a book that is both esoteric, walking under the phoenix tree on campus, listening to the Chinese younger brother The frivolous campus minor, the loneliness of Wutong, and the cold autumn’s remarks, is the idea too sudden, perhaps, perhaps, not, weird and too curious about her.

Footsteps, clothing friction, and laughter are becoming more and more clear. Breathing sound, changing the sitting posture, and tightening the work sound. Filled in a small space, as if there are a small mezzanine, they are clearly divided. She is holding a stack of thin papers in her hand, like a homework. So, a variety of ideas. Turning into tiny wings floating upwards, between the classmates and the classmates, the east and the west swing, the slower the time, the more nervous. hurry up. I have already been unable to hold on to the certain person, "蹭" stood up and flew to open the door, presumably regretting the "do more than one move" just now: close the door.

Respectfully paying attention, look forward to, look forward to, pray, my teacher, Ms. Ge. I don't know when. It has been found that it is difficult to get out of this group you are leading. “咔吱” dark green paint door was gently pushed open, as she did, when it was gentle.

Sichuan Ziyang Lezhi County Wu Zhongliang Middle School Third Day: Ye Ting