That half of the chalk

In my heart, there is a season of flower bloom: the national small. It made me unpredictable, but it was so close to me, like the half of the chalk in the teacher's hand, forever remembering the lesson.

I still remember that when I was in fifth grade, my elementary math teacher was a very awkward teacher. In order to take more time to read the book, I am talking about the input that the teacher is talking about, and I look at it with great interest in class. Suddenly, the teacher called my name. But I am still watching my old house's "Camel Xiangzi". The teacher threw the chalk at me and hit me in the middle of the head. I stood up if nothing happened. The math teacher was furious and immediately tore my book in half. I was very annoyed and decided to ignore the math teacher forever. But gradually, I gradually realized that I was wrong, just after school.

I forgot to take my dictionary and ran into the classroom to find it. But in my table, there is a "Camel Xiangzi", I was very surprised, and immediately opened the page. But when I saw the first page, my tears came out. The book says: The teacher knows that you love learning, but the teacher hopes that you can learn correctly. The teacher should not tear your book. This is what the teacher sent you. I hope you can know the teacher's heart. Your math teacher. After reading this passage, I just stared at the chalk that I had lost with the teacher. Although it has already become two halves, I know that the teacher’s heart for me will never be broken.

That half of the chalk opened my heart and opened the window of the math teacher.

First day: exam 120