Thank you, teacher

I want to thank my mother, because she has gone through all the hardships to bring me to this world; I want to thank Dad, because he is a veritable "humor god", which has brought me countless joys; I want to thank my classmates because they It has brought me great help; I want to... But what I want to thank most is the Chinese teacher who taught me the fifth grade, Mr. Huang. I will never care and help the teacher...

I remember that when I was in the fifth grade, I was still a timid girl. I couldn’t talk to my classmates happily like others. Until I met Teacher Huang, my blood seemed like the waves of the sea, constantly boiling. Maybe the teacher’s face is amiable, and the teacher’s lecture is very lively. I suddenly want to raise my hand and speak. I am eager to knock down the fear, I am vivid and concrete, and won the applause of the students. After the teacher asked me to sit down, I asked me kindly: "What is your name?" My face was red immediately, but my heart was happy to fly to the sky: because the teacher asked me my name, it indicated that it was good to me. Impression! I said aloud: "Chen Chen!" However, the teacher also criticized me. Because the words I wrote regressed, the teacher asked me: "I taught you to teach you badly?" I quickly shook my head and said, "No, no! Every word, every word you say, I can hear it. Into the ear!" "That's your problem!" The teacher immediately frowned. I am speechless. "Be careful, concentrate!" said the teacher. I said, "Hey!" After I left the office, I wanted to cry, because as a good student, I shouldn’t be called by the teacher to criticize the office. However, I also thought: I always just care about it. I said a few words to me, isn’t it for me? Why are you crying! I should be happy! At this time, the tears turned back like a low tide, and I was happy to return to the classroom. what! Teacher, your love is as boring as water, as ordinary and indispensable! Do you know? You are not an actor, but it attracts our hungry eyes; you are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge sing and sing a charming song; you are not a sculptor, but the soul of a group of young people... ...

Teacher, how can I forget you?

First day: Chen Yu