my teacher

In the common flying dance of the board chalk, in the teacher's voice, the meticulous care, how many teachers are deeply imprinted in the hearts of the students!

A person sat quietly at the desk and looked at the teacher's amiable face on the photo. I opened the drawer of memory, and the scene from the past clearly appeared in front of me...

Teacher Yan, a small teacher in China. Although the teacher does not have a glamorous appearance, but simple and generous, we admire the class style of the students and the amiable and humorous lectures. Teacher Zhu treats students like sisters, but cares more about us than her sister; like mother, but more loving than mother; like grandma, but her love is not to love us.

Once, one of our classmates had a birthday, and when the teacher knew it, let our class prepare a birthday surprise. When the classmate saw it, he was very moved, and the tears could not help but roll in his eyes. The teacher said his birthday wishes, and finally we sang a birthday song together. At that time, there was no generation gap between teachers and students, just a loyal companion to play together and celebrate our friends.

The most important feature of the teacher is the humor of the class, which is diverse and flexible. The classmates know that the composition class is the most difficult class for most of the classmates. However, Teacher Zhu is not as rigid as other teachers, but tries to make us like to make writing classes and fall in love with composition classes. Once on the composition class, the teacher went to the podium and didn't tell us that it was a composition class. Instead, he asked us: “Do students like to play games?” The students said in unison: “Like!” “Well, let's do it together. A small game.” Teacher Zhu said with a smile and drew a picture on the blackboard. “A very beautiful little girl accidentally lost her nose. She was so anxious to cry, the students in our class are all It is a caring student. We help the little girl's nose to find it. Let's see who we are most capable of. I can cover my eyes and put my nose in the most suitable place." The teacher's voice just fell, the students were tall. Raise your hands, like a grove, all of them rushed to say: "I am coming! I will first!" Look, the classmates have posted, some posted on the mouth, and some did not stick to the face. ... The other students who watched also laughed and leaned forward. Unconsciously, a class has passed more than half. The students were still undecided, but the teacher stopped the students and said, "Because of the time, we can't let every student play like this. It's better. Let's write down this activity and write the scenes that have happened. Their performance, mood, can also conceive the scene and your own performance, mood." "Well!" The students all picked up the pen, brushed and wrote, the headache of the composition class, but it became simple and happy!

The teacher burns himself like a candle, illuminates others; the teacher is like a gardener, carefully nurtures the flowers of our motherland; the teacher is like a twinkling star, illuminating our bright future... slowly closing the drawer of memory, will Memory is locked forever!

First grade: Red Girl Princess