My teacher Yang Fan

In the fourth grade, I had a language teacher named Yang Fan, and I was very impressed with her.

Teacher Yang Fan is sometimes lively and lovely, sometimes terrible. Every time the class is over, the teacher calls me to the office and chats with me. The reason is simple: I am a representative of the language class, I have a doll sound. Her eyes always leave us when she is in class, staring at whether we have a good class.

Teacher Yang Fan is very beautiful. Her big eyes were covered with glasses, and the small red mouth fluttered under the little nose. The teacher is very beautiful, but I really like her watery eyes and warm hands.

When I had a midterm exam, I was writing a test paper nervously. The Chinese teacher came over and patted my shoulder with a warm hand. He smiled and said, "Wang Jing, you have to take a good exam. I believe that you must be the first in the class." I listened to this and immediately relaxed. Comfortable. The results went down. I took the second class. I said to the teacher: "The teacher has failed your expectations, I am sorry." The teacher still smiled and said: "Nothing, no one is wrong? If you make a mistake, change it. In order to progress." At this time, I heard the words of the language teacher, very moved, so I silently vowed in my heart: I must study hard.

How peaceful and strict the teacher is. Teacher, I want to say to you now: "Teacher, you always have a place in my heart. Although I already have a mom and dad, you are always in my heart like my mom and dad. Thank you for giving me a happy time! ”

Teacher, I love you!

Fifth grade: Wang Jing