My mentor

"Spring silkworms to the dead silk, the wax torch into the gray tears began to dry" This is the most appropriate description of the motherland's hard gardener - the teacher - is also the most true portrayal of Teacher Xu. --Inscription

Teacher Xu, my head of the middle school class, is a kind, careful, responsible person. She treats students with all their heart and soul, treating each student as their own relatives; treating work, full of enthusiasm and passion.

I remember that when I first went to the middle school, the school opened a welcome meeting for the new students. After the meeting, it was released in order. But because of the long periods of inactivity, my legs were numb, and I tried to stand up, but the result ended in failure. Seeing that I would have a close contact with the earth, Teacher Xu took me steady. She helped me massage, dredged the blood, comforted me, and made me feel at ease. The sun shines behind her, I seem to see a smiling angel. Since then, I have remembered a kind teacher like a sister.

In the second day of school, I finally hoped to go to the square to carry out social practice opportunities. But unfortunately I got a cold, and even the scorpion was dumb. After discovering Xu, Xu specially bought a large watermelon and sent it to the dormitory. He told me to drink more water, eat more, and rest more. Since then, I have also remembered a kindly teacher.

More than a month before the senior high school entrance examination, my academic performance plummeted. Teacher Xu was in the eyes of her heart. She repeatedly asked me to talk and often asked about my study. My history is not very good. Teacher Xu often asks me to answer questions in the history class. If I can't answer, I will be punished. Since then, I have also remembered a strict and strict teacher.

When she is in military training, she will help me wipe the sweat on her forehead; when it rains, she will remind me to bring rain gear; when cooling, she will remind me to wear more clothes; in the cold winter, she will give me hot eggs and let me warm my hands. When I slack off learning, she will urge me; when I am confused, she will guide me in the right direction.

Her love for me, like a rain in the spring, sent me the power to rush out of the soil; like a bright light in the night, give me directions; like a touch of sunshine in the winter, bring me warmth. Here, I want to say to Teacher Xu: Teacher Xu, I love you!

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