my teacher

You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be used in two words - burning! Burning nonstop! The class you are talking about is so rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me, let me see a new world... This is the quality of the teacher! The teacher who impressed me the most was the teacher Liu Han Liu who taught us mathematics in the first grade.

I remember that when it was the first grade, once, I accidentally knocked down the stationery at the same table, and the stationery was scattered. He asked me to help him pick up, but I said, "Because I am not careful, so I am not guilty! How?" "You?" I opened the skylight and said the words, so angry that he was speechless. Unexpectedly, my every move made Mr. Liu see it. She asked me to go to her office. I think: Finished, let Teacher Liu see it, no criticism. This is unfortunate. I went to the teacher's office with my scalp, and my heart was really "five buckets - seven up and eight." However, I did not expect to sit in the office waiting for my teacher, but smiled. She said kindly: "Hey, you have to accidentally knock down someone else's pencil case. But even if you accidentally knock down someone else's things, you always have to say 'sorry' and help others. If you don't pay for it, but you can't make a fuss about it, isn't it a mistake?..." Teacher Zhang also said a lot of meaningful words. I listened and listened. I bowed my head and felt that I was wrong. I am sorry for my classmates...

When Teacher Liu was also upset, it was mostly when the classmates made the classroom messy. At this time, the teacher's brow wrinkled more tightly, his voice was low, and even a dry cough appeared. Although Teacher Liu did not loudly reprimand us, we saw that her look was more uncomfortable than snoring. A few quick-eyed classmates quickly picked up the scraps, dumped the rubbish, and arranged the seats neatly. After a while, the teacher’s mouth was hung with a smile. This reminds me of a poem:

The sky is covered with the sea,

Black water holds a lonely boat,

Far from seeing the mountains,

There is only a cloud head on the sky.

Can't see the tree,

There are only seagulls on the water...

People say that people with thin lips can talk, and Teacher Zhang is thin lips. Winter is often blown dry by the wind, and the words that can be drawn from this lips are always so warm, lively and fluent. Like a seedless machine that never rusts, it constantly sown the seeds of revolutionary thoughts and knowledge on the hearts of students; and like a broom, it constantly sweeps away the dust on the hearts of students.

Sixth grade: jinyuangen