my teacher

Now I am in the first grade of the national junior school. Sometimes, I often miss the teacher Wu of the kindergarten class. His white hair, kind face, and neat clothes. We all like to play games with Teacher Wu. He often helps us sharpen pencils. When we are in class, we always give the cups and clothes to him for safekeeping. He watched us carefully playing on the playground. Once, the middle school teacher gave Teacher Wu a big, red apple. Teacher Wu was reluctant to eat, gave it to him, and kept staring at Apple, the fattest child in our class. Looking at her mouthful of eating apples, Teacher Wu smiled.

First grade: Yang Xinran