My teacher

The teacher, like a hard gardener, has nurtured our young saplings; the teacher, like a candle, burns herself and illuminates others; the teacher is like...

I have a good teacher. She is the Chinese teacher in the fifth grade. She is of medium build and full of vitality, like a slim little tree in the spring morning. Her hair is tilted down like a black waterfall, soft and feminine, with a simple and natural charm. Her kind and intimate eyes are as crystal clear as the stars in the summer night sky, and as clear as the streams in the autumn stream.

Mr. Duan also played the game of “Empty Seven” with us. Although it was not her original, she said what we like.

The class on the teacher is attracted to us like a magnet. We are listening to the language lessons that we speak. However, she has a heart of selfless dedication, and she has dedicated all her love to us unselfishly.

After class, Duan teacher often took her black and bright scorpion to kick the shuttlecock with us, jump rope, talk about singers, and smash new things... Of course, when we encountered difficulties in learning, The teacher will discuss with us like a big sister, which will benefit us a lot.

Mr. Duan, your follow-up guidance is like a spring rain, which nourishes the hearts of every student. Teacher Duan, you will always be our intimate sister, you will always be our good teacher.

Langfang City, Langfang City, Hebei Province, Langfang City, experimental country, fifth grade, fifth grade: Zhang Yiping