my teacher

People said: "Only the mother is good in the world." I said: "The world is still good teacher Zhang."

When it was the second grade of Shangguo, Teacher Zhang took us this class. She gave us the general impression: 30 years old, short hair, round face, giving a feeling of amiable.

Shortly after taking the class, Mr. Zhang was in conflict with my father and mother, arguing about divorce. My mother left me and lived in my family. Dad also left me and left home. I am left alone, alone, and sad and scared in my heart, not crying. When I was sad, Teacher Zhang came to my side and took me to her house, living with her daughter Xiaoyan. The only table in her house also gave me homework, and Xiaoyan was rushed to the small bed to write. "Children's Day" arrived, and I saw that my classmates wore new clothes and went to the festival. I don't have much trouble in my heart. "Xiaohong," the kind words spoke in my ear. I looked up and accidentally found that Teacher Zhang was standing in front of me with a fashionable dress. Teacher Zhang said with a smile: "Xiaohong, come, try." Can you try this outfit?" I couldn't believe my ears until the teacher dressed for me. I was still stupid and standing, my heart was hot. Teacher Zhang patted my shoulder and said, "Come and go to the grand event!" I was so excited that I didn't know what to say, and I went to a cheerful meeting. I learned later that this dress was made by Teacher Zhang at the expense of three nights of rest. This needle condensed the love of Teacher Zhang.

Once, Xiaoyan and I both had a cold, a fever, a headache, and could not go to school. After Zhang went to the hospital to buy medicine, she hurriedly went to class. After school, I rushed home and accompanied us to tell us some interesting stories. In the evening, Teacher Zhang asked Xiao Yan to sleep alone, but she slept with me to take care of me from time to time. In the night, when I had a fever and a fever, when I cried for my mother, Teacher Zhang held me tightly in my arms and gently patted and groaned, making me feel as if my mother was there. After I was in good health, Teacher Zhang spent another week to help me with my homework, so that my study did not fall to the next step.

I have lived in my teacher's home for two years. In her home, I got the lost maternal love, and the traumatic mind slowly recovered. I didn't reluctantly leave this home full of maternal love until my father, mother, and good guys picked me up. From then on, I have a special feeling for Teacher Zhang.

Now, my country graduated a little, I heard that Teacher Zhang has also transferred to other places. Since then, I have never seen Teacher Zhang again.

Teacher Zhang, you are really a good teacher I respect the most!

Fourth grade: Chen Bozhen