I feel the care of the teacher.

Caring for love, such as a spring breeze, warms the heart; care, such as a golden red day, shines on the heart; care, such as a drop of pure nectar, nourish the heart. The mother's love is gentle and harmonious; the father's love is harsh and cold; and the teacher's love is great and selfless! That love is more serious than the father's love, more delicate than the mother's love, and more pure than the love of the friend!

In the evening, I was lying on the bed, looking at the night sky, the stars always looked at me in the air, like the eyes, one by one. This can not help but remind me of the eyes full of trust, the amiable smile, the warm hand...

I remember when I was in the second grade of the National Elementary School, we changed a math teacher in our class. When I first came here, I felt that I only had the word "severe". Gradually, we got along for a long time and found out that she is a very humorous teacher. After class, we will discuss some math problems together, like friends. Of course, all of this is premised on the serious completion of the learning task. I have always been a eugenic in the teacher's mind, so the teacher believes in me very much. Therefore, she does not often check my homework. This is not, it is another Monday. As usual, in the math class, everyone took out their homework and waited for the teacher to check. I am no exception. So I put the feelings of good work on the table, who knows that the teacher today is actually whim to say that I have to check my homework. Suddenly I realized that I had forgotten to do a workbook! "This is over!" But I turned to think again: "Maybe the teacher will read me in the usual relationship. I hope so." After I finished, I couldn't help but shudder and took a cold sweat. So I quickly looked up and peered at the teacher's reaction. At first, the teacher smiled as usual, and when she opened my workbook, the smile solidified and disappeared. Unexpectedly, the teacher just criticized a few words and asked me to make up. It was so frightening that I passed a morning. At noon, I added the homework again. In the afternoon, I carefully held the workbook in my hand, picked up my feet and walked into the office, for fear of awakening other teachers. I did not expect the teacher to stand outside the window, as if I had already expected that I would come. I saw the teacher gently say "Holle!" I immediately returned to God and shuddered and said: "Teacher, this is my homework." I handed the workbook to the respectfully. The teacher patiently and meticulously checked it. Afterwards, the teacher said to me carefully, "I am still a good boy when I know the mistake!" I nodded and then ran away. After that afternoon, I remembered that this thing was still unsettled...

In the evening, I was lying on the bed and looking at the night sky. The stars always looked at me in the air, like the eyes, one by one. This can't help but remind me of a look of trust, an amiable smile, that warm hand...

Under the spring rain, it nourishes the wheat seedlings; under the spring rain, it waters the flowers and plants; under the spring rain, it plays a song, a song that praises the teacher! The language of your lectures, the mountain springs that are pleasing to the eye; the creeks that are kind and sturdy; the rivers that are like rushing and rushing... The spring silkworms have never said that they are self-satisfied, isn’t the silver wire that is spit out is the ruler for measuring life? Dear teacher! You are about to smell the aroma of peach and plum!

Sixth grade: Huanyu