my friend

I am a middle school student. When I bid farewell to my childhood happiness and step into the gates of Chinese schools, my life is full of tension, fierceness and rapid melodies. In these days, I met a new friend, she is my teacher.

She was so beautiful, two big eyes like black gems were embedded in her face, her nose was high, and her long hair was on her shoulders. When she first gave us classes, I thought she was so kind and kind. Her smile is like a spring breeze, so beautiful, so sweet, giving a feeling of comfort.

In his study life, he is my good teacher and good friend. When she was in class, two big eyes with eyes were watching us, and the eyes seemed to be alive, as if asking if we could understand. She made every question clear, and if we didn't understand it, she would patiently tell us again until we understood it. In the face of problems that she doesn't understand, she will discuss with us and study together. Not only is we interested in learning, but also allows us to acquire more knowledge.

Remember to write a text once, I wrote very badly, just passed, always wrote in my comments: write again, shoes must be serious! After I read it, I secretly decided to write a good article. I rewrote the composition, I wrote it very seriously, and after I finished writing, I handed it to the teacher. The teacher looked at my composition and smiled on his face. Although my composition was not high, the teacher gave me a lot of encouragement, which gave me confidence, hard work and hard work. Because of my confidence, my interest in writing text has also increased. After a few weeks, my composition score is much higher than before. This is inseparable from the teacher's encouragement. The teacher is really my good teacher.

In my daily life, the teacher is my close friend. We can talk together and talk about the joys, sorrows and sorrows in life. When I am happy, I can share my happiness with the teacher. When I am sad, I can tell the teacher.

First day: Xue Rong