my teacher

Teacher Yang is both my math teacher and my class teacher. Her serious face has a pair of sly eyes, but sometimes it reveals a Mona Lisa smile. She not only understands my learning, but also knows my character. I admire her and love her. Let me tell you a story that happened between me and Teacher Yang!

Remember the birthday party we prepared for you last week. I was shocked. Everyone in our class gave you a bunch of flowers and prepared a birthday cake. It was our happiest day. In the past few days, our school launched a sports meeting. Just after I ran 800 meters back and went to rest and then went to run the 4×100 meter relay, it was you and me to give me the courage to let me forget me on the field. The fear on the field, I forgot that I was in the game and forgot all opponents.

My class teacher is ordinary but extraordinary. She is only one of the thousands of teachers. This otter is only a small part of the sea. My class teacher has all the teachers, since ancient times. Since then, the words "teacher" are sacred, and people have a lot of praises for teachers. This is an affirmation for all teachers who cultivate and educate. As written in the book, teachers like candles, dry wood, gardeners, have selfless dedication, obscurity of the spring silkworm spirit. However, I feel that the teacher is more like a pot of oil, slowly pouring on the burning fire of the motherland, making the future of the motherland brighter. It is also like a gust of wind blowing the eagle of the motherland, which is flying its wings, making it Fly to a more brilliant tomorrow. I want to praise all the teachers, let all our classmates respect the teacher, learn the teacher's teacher's morality, study hard, and work hard for the motherland's tomorrow!

Your 12th grade student

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