"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." This is the poet's praise to the teacher and my gift to the teacher.
Miss Lin is just in her early thirties, slightly thin, but her clear eyes are always shining with love.
I remember that in a Chinese class, Teacher Lin spoke very vividly, but I didn't want to listen. I've been thinking about the beautiful figure map of Journey to the West that I just bought. I felt in my schoolbag, took out a stack, and happily posted pictures on the pencil box one by one, enjoying them with relish. My mind was full of scenes of the Monkey King's demonization, and I couldn't help humming "White, camel bell is urgent ...", which was discovered by the teacher by accident. She gave me a look and then walked away quickly. At this moment, I feel that this look is like a clear spring flowing into my heart, eliminating the sultry summer, only feeling endless satisfaction, and I quickly sat up straight. The teacher looked at me again, and then I found a smile on her thin face. After the teacher talked to me, I was extremely ashamed, but more experienced a kind of care that I had never had before.
Teacher Lin is very kind to every student. I remember once, the teacher recited at random. She scanned the class with soft eyes and finally ordered the famous "drag bottle"-Zhou Haihai. Haihai stood up and blushed. The students were all snickering and getting ready to watch his play. Look, the teacher said gently, "Please recite this poem in the Heron Villa." Haihai probably can't recite it. He was so nervous that his hands rubbed back and forth on his trousers. The teacher gave an encouraging start: "Day ..." "Day ... day by day ... relying on mountains and the Yellow River ... to enter ... the present." Boy, it's really connected, "I want to be poor ... thousands of miles away," and then "more ... more ...". Seeing that he was in a hurry, I asked in a low voice, "Which floor is higher?" I didn't expect Haihai to really read aloud: "Go up several floors." Suddenly, the whole class burst into laughter, and Haihai's face became redder, and he bowed his head and dared not look at the teacher. Everyone thought the teacher was going to lose his temper, but the teacher looked at Haihai tenderly and encouraged him kindly: "Never mind, be bold, you can do it!" " Please recite it again. "With the encouragement of the teacher, Haihai's back is still intermittent, but the voice is getting louder and louder. When Haihai finished reciting again, the whole class applauded him in unison. Applause is encouragement and praise to him, but more importantly, we pay deep respect to the teacher.
This year, Teacher Lin was transferred. After I knew the news, Haihai cried and her eyes were wet. That night, I wrote a letter to Mr. Lin, which said: "Teacher, you have worked hard to cultivate us and silently contributed everything;" You are a silkworm, and you have dedicated yourself to decorating others. You are a candle, burning yourself to illuminate others ... "This is a generous gift for my teacher, because I think nothing can express my respect and love for my teacher better than this gift. The teacher also sent me a letter full of four manuscripts, which gave me and my classmates a lot of encouragement. ...
I can't forget you, my dear teacher Lin!