my teacher

That flowing hair, the bright eyes, the dexterous hands, isn't that my math teacher?

I still remember that year, she first stepped into our classroom, 50 pairs of eyes looked at her intently, and since then, I have liked this teacher in my heart.

I remember once, when we were in class, because somebody was singing outside, so our eyes went where it was, and the work on that day was particularly bad. This is the history of mathematics teachers who have smashed us and are the most serious ones, so we dare not attend classes in the future.

That summer, we graduated. Have fun and unhappy, but more are reluctant. After the graduation day, we all cried, for the math teacher. Those who have been in the target scene, those who have been corrected, have flashed in my mind.

Math teacher, I thank you, accompanied us through six spring and autumn.

First day: He Yujun