Good teacher

The sun shines on the river, like a drilled version that spreads around the river. The breeze blew like the teacher's hands to soothe me, and a burst of sweet-scented osmanthus floated from the wind, like a teacher's smile, with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

I still remember that the day was the season of sweet-scented osmanthus. As long as you stand on the road and take a breath, you can smell the rich sweet-scented osmanthus.

I stood under the tree, holding a manuscript under the flag, and I took it silently, and I had already cooked it very well. I remembered that I got the presiding day.

I walked into the office, the teacher smiled and called me over and said, "This time it is our turn to speak under the national flag. This time the opportunity is very good. I want you to try it." I listened and shook my head: "The teacher can't." You know that I can't talk when I see a lot of people, how can you let me go?" She shook her head: "You have to believe in yourself, you can, believe in yourself." Head, walked out of the classroom.

I came back and found that it was about to begin. I rushed to the stage.

At this time, the familiar radio music had already sounded, and the students lined up neatly. And my mind has always recalled the contents of the host. I don't know if the music sound is too big. The original manuscript has slowly disappeared with the music. "Lizheng!" The physical education teacher shouted, and everyone in the school stared at me. And I, with my head down, carrying clothes, holding a microphone in one hand, just took the microphone to my mouth, but put it down again, the sweat on my forehead fell to the ground.

Many people in the audience are talking about it. My heart is struggling: "You should say something, the manuscript is the last one, let's say the opening remark!" I looked up at the teacher's eyes and she gave me a A big smile, the mouth is doing the mouth type: "Come on." I took the courage to pick up the microphone again: "Teachers, classmates..."

The breeze blew, and there was a burst of osmanthus fragrance. It was mixed with Teacher Chen’s smile. It made me forget for a long time. Every time I encountered difficulties, I remembered the teacher’s smile. I remembered that time and asked me to pick it up again. confidence. Teacher Chen is an indelible person in my heart, she is a good teacher.

Third day: Pan Jing