My first teacher

Some people have said that "the most brilliant career under the sun is nothing more than a teacher", and I think the teacher is like a candle, burning himself and illuminating others. Every student has his own enlightenment teacher. On the road of life, the enlightenment teacher occupies an important position because they are the ones who teach you to learn any skill.

If I mention my enlightenment teacher, I can't help but think of my life teacher, Mr. Hong.

In the first grade, I entered the bilingual school, a “holy place” for parents, with fear and curiosity. Come to meet me is our life teacher, Teacher Hong. She has a tall figure, and a pair of sly eyes can see through the depths of my heart.

When I saw me, she walked over to me with a smile and reached out to touch my little flat head. The teacher immediately left a deep impression of love in my heart.

"Go, I will take you to the dormitory to see it!" After the parents left, Teacher Hong said to me lovingly.

"Hmm... um!"

"Oh! Right, I don't know what your name is!"

"I, my name, my name is Huang, Guiqi!" I said vomitingly.

The next day, I got out of bed, and Teacher Hong appeared again in front of me. She was still kind and said: "Guiqi, you got up! Come! I will teach you to stack quilts, then every student who comes here. Have to learn!"

"Look, first put the quilt on both sides, and then spread it out, then..." I nodded and learned the practice of Teacher Hong, spread out, overlap, and spread again, and the wrinkled quilt became Plainly, looking at the folded quilt, Teacher Hong smiled. She said, "Wow! It’s so fast, it’s so smart!”

With the help of Teacher Hong, I easily learned the skills of stacking quilts...

I have already left bilingualism and left Dear Teacher Hong, but I will never forget this enlightenment teacher, you, like my umbrella, the wind-proof wall, I will always thank you!

As a fan of the world, he is a teacher; the gift of words is my teacher.

Sixth grade: Huang Guiqi