my teacher

There is a dedicated teacher who walks into the classroom with her sweet smile every day and always gives us all the spirit. But she slowly groaned, a few white hairs were extremely dazzling, and there were a few deep and shallow wrinkles on her face, but the only thing that remained unchanged was the sweet smile.

I remember once, she corrected the work as usual. She called me, holding the homework I had done in my hand, and the bright red fork straight into my eyes. I understand, and I know what is going to happen, so I made my mental preparation early. But it wasn't what I thought at all. She still raised her mouth and took out her signature action. I immediately put down my defense. She said softly to me: "Isn't these questions?" I nodded. She said to me again, "I will teach you, but I won't be wrong next time." So she patiently explained, In her careful teaching, her heart also gave her admiration.

She is my teacher, a dedicated teacher.

Third day: ah text