my teacher

The teacher burns himself like a red candle and gives out youth. The teacher is like a ray of sunshine, illuminating my heart and making me warm. The teacher is like a clear spring, flowing through every corner of my heart, making me refreshed; the teacher is like...

Our class teacher is Liu Xiaorong, everyone is called Teacher Liu. Mr. Liu’s medium figure is full of vitality, like a slim little tree in the spring morning. The hair is simply combed, simple and natural. The gentle eyes are like the stars in the summer night; they are like the creeks that flow slowly in the fall.

I remember that I was in a language class that day, and I was fascinated by it, just like being there. Suddenly, my stomach hurts a lot. I kneel on the table, licking my stomach with one hand, grabbing the desk with one hand, biting my lips, pale face, and weakness. Teacher Liu saw me rushing over and asked: "Morning, what happened?" "Stomach hurts." When I spoke, Liu asked my classmates to help me in the infirmary. After returning, Teacher Liu came over and asked me kindly: "Is it better?" I put a smile on the teacher and didn't want the teacher to worry.

The teacher is like a light, illuminating the road ahead for us; the teacher is like a gardener, watering us with hard sweat...

Grade 5 of Liumei, Liumei Center, Fuding City, Fuding City, Fujian Province: Zhu Chenxin