my teacher

Teacher Liu is my class teacher and our language teacher. She is in her thirties, her slender figure, and her duck-shaped face without any modification, simple and generous. Under the thick black eyebrows, a pair of bright big eyes flashed, but there was a bit of majesty in the eyes. Don't look at Liu's usual seriousness, but he was very concerned about the students.

One day at noon, I was drawing in the classroom and suddenly found that a new blue color pen could not be colored. I thought: "Is it blocked? This little problem is hard for me." Then, according to my own thoughts, I began to repair the pen. First pull the pen down and then use your mouth to blow the pen. I don't know how to do it. The blue ink in the pen tube was not blown down, but it was sucked into the mouth. At this time, the students around saw it, and the whole classroom suddenly exploded. Some students called: "Zhang Heren has become a blue mouth!" Some students told me with concern: "This water is poisonous, don't swallow." Some students rushed to call the teacher. At this point, my heart is terrified!

After a while, Mr. Liu came to my side, hurriedly took my hand, took me to the pool, opened the faucet, and let me use the tap water to hurry. From time to time, gently scrub my mouth with my hand, and comfort me at my side: "No need to be nervous, just wash the ink clean. We will encounter things, calmly face, don't panic and fear...".

At this point, I saw that the teacher’s hand had been stained with ink. I saw that the teacher’s clothes were wet with the dirty water splashed out. I saw the teacher and the sorrowful look. My mood slowly calmed down and I was not afraid. The heart is warm.

A teacher like this, how can I not like her, how can I not want to be close to her? Teacher Liu, I love you!