Reading "The Whisper of the Birch Forest"

Today, I finished reading the article "The Whisper of the Birch Forest", I was deeply touched.

Forest workers are afraid of forest fires, never smoke, and there is no trace of tobacco in their pockets; they stipulate that they should drink a small sip every two hours, never drink too much, and never violate the rules... The forestry workers are meticulous, responsible, selfless and dedication. It reminds me of a person - our teacher.

The teacher is a hard gardener, planting our little flowers and grasses and pruning us into the most beautiful look; the teacher is a candle, burning herself and illuminating us; the teacher is a stone step, bending his body, Let us climb the peak of knowledge. My teacher is such a selfless, responsible, loving person.

In the depths of my memory, I have never forgotten this day, because it makes me hard to remember.

Today's weather is gloomy and seems to indicate something is going to happen. I walked into the classroom and immediately the bell rang. The teacher still walked into the classroom on time. I knew that I was in class, but I could whisper with the same table. The teacher's eyes soon found me, the teacher's eyes, like a sharp sword, pierced deeply into my heart. I glanced at the angry face of the teacher, I didn't dare to speak.

In the afternoon, the first class was a language class. When I remembered the morning, I was ashamed to look at the teacher and buried my head under the table. "Cough and cough." My heart was shaking, what happened, this sound is not right, I am worried about looking at the teacher, I am looking at the teacher's very uncomfortable face - the teacher's brow has been twisted into the word "king", sweating on the nose Beads, the lips are dry. Yes, the teacher is sick! ! At this point, how I want to turn into a breeze, blowing the uncomfortable expression on the teacher's face; turning into a handful of handkerchiefs, wiping a drop of sweat on the forehead of the teacher, turning it into a clear spring to help the teacher quench their thirst.

The teacher tried his best to help us finish this class, dragging heavy steps and faltering to the office. In the next two lessons, I was completely unintentional, and I remembered the sick teacher in my heart, and my teacher’s uncomfortable face continued to appear in my mind. I also remembered my disrespect for the teacher in the morning, and I felt extremely embarrassed.

I finally got out of school. I was anxious to see the teacher. I ran downstairs and looked at the office. I thought I had already left the teacher. I didn’t expect to see the teacher bowing his back. Yes, the teacher is sick and helps us to correct the homework. I have a feeling of incomprehensibility in my heart. I don’t know if I am grateful or grateful. This feeling of ignorance makes me feel warm and straightforward.

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Looking at the teacher's curved back and watching a lot of selfless dedication, I think: If the world is such a person, how wonderful our world will be!

Longyan County, Fujian Longyan County Experimental National Primary Six: Zhong Yufen