my teacher

Since the third year of junior high school, our class teacher has been Zhao. She is in her thirties, she is not tall, she has a ponytail, her eyebrows are inlaid with a pair of sly eyes, and she wears a pair of glasses with red lines. Her face is always filled with Smile, it looks amiable.

Teacher Zhao loved us very much. I remember that one afternoon I was out of school. The teacher was raining outside. The students were picked up by the parents. Only me was alone. Teacher Zhao saw that I was frozen and took off my coat. I put on it, a warm stream rushed into my heart. "Would you like the teacher to send you home?" the teacher said with awkwardness. "Thank you teacher, my father will pick me up," I said. After about half an hour, Dad finally came. I took off my coat and gave it to the teacher. Teacher Zhao said kindly: "Hurry and go home with Dad." Then he disappeared into the rain and fog. Looking at the back of her away, my heart was moved.

The teacher is very patient. Once, I was writing homework and encountered a "blocking tiger". Teacher Zhao wanted to see my thoughts and asked: "Which question will not be done?" I said, "No... No." "Then tell me how to do this question." The teacher said. I squinted my head and said: "This question... no." "Let's talk about it together." Then I explained it to me, I didn't understand it, and then told me the second. All over, know that I understand.

This is my Chinese teacher, Teacher Zhao, an amiable teacher. I like her very much.

Fourth grade: Nie Shiqin