Unforgettable Teacher Zhao
Duan Jiajia, fifth grade (3) class at Renmin Road Primary School, Huaihua City, Hunan Province
In the past, many teachers taught me, and I The most unforgettable teacher is Teacher Zhao. Teacher Zhao has curly black hair and a pair of bright eyes, and looks particularly amiable. Teacher Zhao is our class teacher. He teaches us from the first grade to the fourth grade. Teacher Zhao is very kind to all of us. We especially like Teacher Zhao. Once, when get out of class was over, I was playing on the playground, but I accidentally fell. The fall caused pain all over my body and blood on my wrist. My classmates saw it and took me to the office to find Zhao. teacher. Teacher Zhao first looked at my hand and said, "Does it hurt?" I said, "It does hurt." "Be patient for a while, and I'll give you some medicine." Teacher Zhao took it out of the drawer as he said it. Teacher Zhao dipped a cotton swab into some red syrup and carefully applied the medicine to me. While applying the medicine, he blew on the wound for fear of hurting me. After applying the medicine, Teacher Zhao said kindly: "Duan Jiajia, you have to be careful in the future. Don't play anymore. Just rest in the classroom." Two days later, Teacher Zhao asked me again: "Duan Jiajia, your Is the wound healed? Do you want some more medicine?" I said, "Thank you, Teacher Zhao. My wound is almost healed." Teacher Zhao smiled and said, "That's good, otherwise I would still be worried." I said, "If you care about me so much, the wound will heal faster." I smiled happily. Teacher Zhao is my most unforgettable teacher.
But what I want to thank most is the teacher who teaches us English - Teacher Zhou. I will never forget the teacher's care and help for me... I remember that when I first entered the sixth grade, I was still an introverted boy and could not talk happily with my classmates like others. Until I met Teacher Zhou, my blood was like the waves of the sea, boiling constantly. Maybe it was the teacher's amiable face, or maybe the teacher's lectures were lively. Teacher Zhou asked us to recite the text, and desire overcame fear. I recited it fluently and won a round of applause from my classmates. After the teacher asked me to sit down, he asked me kindly: "What's your name?" My face immediately turned red, but my heart flew to the sky with joy: because the teacher asked me my name, it showed that he was already good to me. Impression! Finally, I thought: Since we are teachers, we should think of ourselves as a family! So, I said loudly: "Lu Siyuan!" In the homework book, the teacher's first comment to me was; Lu Siyuan, his recitation ability is very good, the teacher has remembered it! I think: Teacher, I love you. It is your encouragement that makes me more confident in my studies. However, the teacher also criticized me sometimes. Because my handwriting had deteriorated, the teacher asked me: "Why can't I write well? I can't understand it. Is this a 'Book of Heaven'?" I shook my head quickly and said: "I... I will write well next time!" "Then you should write well next time, be careful and concentrate, otherwise I will ask you to rewrite it," the teacher said kindly. I said: "Oh!" At that time, my handwriting had improved, and Teacher Zhou would draw seven or eight stars on my homework book. The stars twinkled in my heart, more beautiful than the rainbow, and inspired me to study harder. After finishing the final exam, I was surprised to find that I scored 90 points in English! After seeing this very high score, I am 100% satisfied with myself! But the teacher said, "Should I hit you ten times for getting such a low score in the exam?" This made me, a monk of Zhang Er, confused. After I got home, I told my father what had happened. He said, "Yes! It's right to beat you. Why are you satisfied with the status quo? You must never be satisfied. Only in this way can you climb higher!" I suddenly realized, Teacher Such good intentions! ah! Teacher, your love is as colorless as water, as ordinary and indispensable! Did you know? How I want to gently pluck off a piece of sky, but it is so far away, how can it compare with your kindness; I want to gently pull off a cloud, but how can the cloud compare with your purity; I want to I pick a flower gently, but how can it compare with the splendor and color you embellish my life with? Finally, I want to say: "Thank you, Teacher Zhou!"