Chapter 1: In 20 17, my good teacher (primary school group) returned to the earth in spring and everything revived. The grass quietly exposed its pointed head and smiled kindly at me. The sun shone lazily into the classroom, and the noisy students gradually attracted the attention of the birds. Orioles are singing on the branches, and catkins are floating in the air, causing a breeze. The teacher is wearing gorgeous high heels.
That teacher is Dong Chao, a good teacher in my heart.
Looking back, every bit of life is a green leaf; A wisp of time is a gem; Teacher Dong Chao's feelings for me overnight are more like inextricably linked silk, which wraps me tightly.
For me, recitation has always been like the choppy Yangtze River. If I want to succeed, I must cross it before I can move on in the future.
In the winter of April 38+June, 2065, when everyone was having self-study classes in the warm classroom, the poetry reading group composed of eight of us was still training in some cold corridors.
"Poetry is the wing of life, which takes us ..."
"It's more expensive here, start again." Miss Dong Chao has an aggressive voice, which faintly rings.
The atmosphere of the rehearsal has been spreading, and my heart is pounding like a finished exercise, and I can obviously feel the heat on my face has been rising.
"Come on, next."
"A path after rain is better than being covered with sunshine ..."
Before the first sentence was finished, Miss Dong Chao interrupted me. Looking at her frown, I felt powerless in an instant.
"The voice is too thin, stiff. Try to relax yourself again and think that you are walking on a beautiful path. "
After listening, I slowly closed my eyes, recalled the first recitation and teacher's guidance, slowly melted into a spring breeze, slowly drifted into my heart, and remembered it gently. ......
After returning home, the training never stopped. I tried to find the mood of writing poetry at that time, but it seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with me and refused to come out. But at the last moment, after being instructed by my classmate Yoga Yu, I woke up from my dream and tried to practice again. Unexpectedly, I succeeded.
A week later, in the exam in Dong Chao, I successfully skipped this seemingly difficult but simple hurdle. Seeing the tenderness in Teacher Dong's eyes, my mood gradually became clear. At that time, even I didn't realize that my mouth was slightly rising.
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"class!" Teacher Dong Chao's voice brought me back to reality. I looked up at the window, smelling the unique fragrance of grass, holding an inky Chinese book in my hand, and started my beautiful life in the sweet voice of my teacher.
Perhaps, every time Teacher Dong Chao inadvertently touches the softest place in my heart, I think it is not only the blood in my bones, but also the feelings of Teacher Dong Chao for everyone. ...
In the spring of 20XX, I was lucky to meet my psychic.
Chapter 2: 20 17 My good teacher (primary school group) My good teacher is always so childish, always so considerate and considerate. She is like a vine. You can climb to the top of the mountain by following her, but it will scratch your hand and let you know that you must wear gloves before climbing. She lit up my world like a ray of sunshine, but she stabbed my eyes, letting me know that the edge of danger can't be faced lightly. She is like a bowl of clear water, which can moisten my throat, but she refuses to come over at the edge of the desert and leads me to her step by step. I know that this bowl of clear water has selflessly given me a belief even if it can't quench my thirst.
A good teacher in my heart is the same as an ordinary teacher, but different. I think every teacher is different in the eyes of every student. She often praises the beauty of my sentences, but she doesn't know that my sentences didn't exist at the beginning. I remember that cicada became a little tired in the midsummer that year. I was listless in the self-study class, and my pen scribbled several marks on the white paper. Suddenly, the writing book in front of me was picked up. Suddenly I looked up and it was the teacher! Her mouth turned into an "O" shape, then nodded and smiled: "Not bad, not bad." Suddenly I feel that the cicada's chirping is a gift wrapped in summer, which is printed in my eyes like bright stars and illuminates the black area in my heart. From that moment on, I like to send my works to her for comment. She always looks at it carefully and encourages me to make persistent efforts. Writing poetry is also a way for me. I have never shown my edge in writing, but she looks like a pair of golden eyes. The eagle who is afraid of heights doesn't even know that she was born for the blue sky, but she does.
Catkin drifted across the other side, and a breeze blew. The teacher gently turned the pen to hold up a blue sky.
The mentor in my heart opened a way for me to let poetry float into my mind with bauhinia. The good teacher in my heart told me in inspiring language that you are unique and that no one can imitate your work. The mentor in my heart took me into the dense forest of Bauhinia, which made me sweat for six long years, leaving me wonderful ... planting saplings and planting hope. ......
I thank you, Miss Dong Chao, a good teacher in my heart. The wind blew, leaving a faint fragrance. You always remind me of my happy primary school days. ......
Go or not, stay or not, read or not, we are all here, all by your side.
Fine grass sprouts to help the wind grow, and the teacher does not forget to bathe in the spring breeze.
The third article: 20 17 my good teacher's essay (primary school group) In my study and life, there is a person who gives me warmth and nurtures me to grow. She is my good teacher and my head teacher, Miss Shi.
Teacher Shi has a motherly love. I remember last summer vacation, the teacher assigned 15 reading notes. When I finished the eighth article meticulously, I don't know which classmate tore a page from my notebook, which made my exercise book not neat and beautiful enough. I cried when I thought that my hard-worked homework was so useless that I couldn't evaluate excellent homework at the beginning of school. When I got home, my mother suggested that I just stick it with glue. As a result, I was not satisfied and decided to finish my homework again. Later, this matter was somehow known by Teacher Shi. She wrote me a letter, which read: "Zijie Baby: After listening to your mother's short story about your holiday yesterday, I deeply felt that meticulous and positive clothes were back! The teacher is very moved and admires you! Here I can't wait to write to you to express my love and admiration for you! In order to finish a beautiful homework, you decided to rewrite it without hesitation! The teacher was deeply moved by your pure and enterprising heart, meticulous attitude and spirit of not being afraid of hardship! I gave you a thumb in my heart, and now I really want to give you a deep hug! You know, "Attitude is everything! "With this quality, you will be in an invincible position in your future study and life-I believe that as long as you continue to take everything and everyone seriously, you will become a better self and your life will become extremely wonderful because of your efforts. For teachers, you will always be my pride! The teacher sincerely hopes that you will continue to maintain these good habits and good qualities, so that your life will be practical! I believe that your life will shine! " After reading the letter written by Teacher Shi, I couldn't help crying. Unexpectedly, because of such a trivial matter, the teacher would sacrifice her rest time and write me such a long letter with sincere feelings, with her affirmation and encouragement between the lines. Warm, moving and full of strength in my heart! I really realized how much effort the teacher put into my growth!
It is true that teacher Shi is as sweet as her mother. She cares about us not only in her studies, but also in her life. I remember one day in the early spring of that year, Wan Li was cloudless and sunny. When we were in class, Father Tian seemed to be acting funny, saying that if you change your face, you will change your face. In a blink of an eye, there was a strong wind and heavy rain. Teacher Shi advises you not to leave the teaching building when it rains. But some naughty students slipped out. The heavy rain drenched them like "a drowned rat" and they were in a mess. Teacher Shi immediately called the parents of these students and asked them to bring clean clothes and shoes. While waiting for the parents to come, Mr. Shi asked them to sit next to the radiator, holding their hands and asking questions from left to right. From time to time, he put his hand on the forehead of these classmates to try the temperature, and even gave them his coat. Judging from Teacher Shi's frowning brows, she must be very anxious and worried. No matter how bad the weather is outside, our hearts are sunny and warm at the moment.
With the help of water, fish can swim freely; With the help of sunshine, flowers can bloom brilliantly; With the help of teachers, we can thrive. So, Mr. Shi, thank you! In my mind, you will always be a good teacher.