In the ninth grade, I got an extra XX.

My teacher is 8 words. I have become a middle school, and I am a student of Grade One (1) in Shangyi No.2 Middle School. I spent six years in primary school in Anning Street Primary School, where I have memories of my childhood.

it was dark at night, but I stood at the window. It's drizzling outside, the sky is deep and gray, and the whole world is shrouded in silence. Such a night can not remind me of you, so I can't help but open the photo album. In the photo, you smile so kindly and gently, and I am so happy to snuggle in your arms. He is my primary school Chinese teacher-Guo Yanxia. After listening to this name, you must think that he is a gentle and kind female teacher, then you are all wet. He is a humorous male teacher. Have a kind heart, a caring quality for students, and meticulous care.

I remember a parent-teacher conference at that time, when my mother went out and I was alone at home. I felt so bored that I followed. When I came to the front yard of the class, there were three or more students sitting on the steps in front of the classroom, and the parents were all on the neat stools in the classroom, listening attentively to the teacher's words.

At this moment, I pushed open the door a little bit. It was the time for the Chinese teacher to talk. I heard the teacher say, "Parents are a hot glass of water. Children touch it and burn their hands. After a while, they forget the pain, touch it again, burn their hands, and touch it for the third time, and then burn their hands. They will never touch it again." I was still kneeling on the door, and suddenly a classmate behind me gave me a push. I squatted on the ground, and the teacher smiled, and the parents also smiled. The teacher said, "Come in and listen if you want!" " My mother and I listened to this parent-teacher conference together.

I remember another trivial matter. I don't know if it is worth mentioning. Zhan Tianyou is our country? 6? 1? 6? 1? 6? 1? 6? 1? 6? 1? 6? I was having a morning reading class in the classroom, and suddenly a ray of sunshine slanted through the glass window and shone on my eyes. Oh, the sun is out. I moved my seat in, next to my deskmate, and someone really started reading. But soon, the sun came after me naughty. How dazzling! Why am I so unlucky to sit by the window and be caught in the sun? The students around me were studying hard, and no one noticed me.

ouch! Miss Guo is coming to me. Probably because I don't concentrate on reading! I quickly picked up my textbook, but the dazzling sunshine blinded me. Suddenly, I felt cool and looked up. It turned out that the Chinese teacher was standing beside me, and her figure just covered the sun. The teacher didn't notice me either. As usual, she paid attention to the students. I was so happy that I took this opportunity to read the text loudly again, and I secretly hoped that the teacher would never go away!

strangely enough, my wish has really come true. I read several texts in a row, but the teacher didn't go away. I turned to another lesson, "Teacher!" " A classmate is calling Mr. Guo. Maybe he has questions to ask! This is bad. Teacher Guo walks over quickly. Suddenly, the dazzling sunshine descended on me again, "alas! Damn sunshine! " I cursed. Something unexpected happened. Teacher Guo finished the question. Actually, he came back. He stood by me quietly, looking up at my classmates. His figure is impartial, just between my eyes and the sunshine.

it turns out that it's not accidental to always stand here.

Teachers, what a great and glorious profession! With teachers, there are pillars dedicated to the motherland!

teacher, I love you forever!