I did not know him before. When I was in the third grade, he came into our classroom and introduced himself as Yang Bin with a smile. Teach us to write. Although he is not as fierce as some teachers, his first impression of me is really not so good, because I didn't like fat people since I was a child, but he is chubby and looks like a pregnant woman. The beard is long and black.
When teaching us, he always likes to keep walking, from the front of the classroom to the back, and from one classmate to another, which makes people see things in a blur and upset. Several times, I even thought that if he was not my teacher, I would definitely scold him.
The only thing that left a good impression on me was his excellent calligraphy. When I saw his elegant handwriting, I couldn't help thinking that if I could write such good handwriting one day, how many people would envy me to death!
The school is going to open a calligraphy interest class. As I have always been interested in writing, I signed up. I didn't expect the instructor to happen to be him again. So, from then on, I went to practice calligraphy with him almost every day. Because I
Our training is at noon, so whenever other teachers take a lunch break, he always gives us serious guidance in the classroom. He has been teaching us by hand, from painting red to posting and then reciting posts. After a period of hard work
After practice, I suddenly changed from a layman to a small expert in calligraphy at school. In the art festival held last semester, I also won the first prize in the soft pen competition. I felt it when Teacher Yang told me the news with a smile.
He's actually cute.
Another thing that completely changed my initial impression of him was that during the summer vacation, I came to school to practice calligraphy. My mother was worried that there were many people on the way to school and it was hot. If she didn't trust me to ride back and forth, she let me.
Go to the factory next to her school every day and go home with her after work. Therefore, I have to wait for a long time in my mother's factory every day. One day, after he found out, he said to me without hesitation: "From today on, Yang
The teacher takes you home. "At that time, my face suddenly turned red. From that day on, Teacher Yang sent me home every day. A few times, I was really sorry, so I lied to him and said, "Teacher Yang, you don't have to take me home today. Someone will pick me up. "
Yes "He looked at me as if he had an insight into my mind and asked me to take his car after school. ...
Now every time I write those beautiful brush characters. Always think of Miss Yang. I want to say loudly: "Thank you, Miss Yang! You taught me true beauty! "