I like a silent teacher.

In the extracurricular activities last Saturday afternoon. Only heard from the big classroom on the third floor: "Correct answer, plus 10!" Then there was a burst of applause. Ah! It turned out to be a lively and interesting Chinese competition in three classes of grade six.

The game is going on. One moment is a polyphonic group, and the other is an idiom game ... the competition is wide in scope and rich in content. One class is a little behind, and the scores of the remaining two classes rise alternately, and the competition is fierce.

After accepting a series of answers. A big card appeared on the blackboard. The examiner said to us, "This is a poem. See who can recite it first and then read it out loud with an expression. " The title of the poem is Ah, Teacher. I read it carefully. In the original poem, we chose four things as metaphors to praise our teacher. I secretly made up my mind that I must recite this poem well soon to express our love for the teacher.

Soon, I actually memorized the poem 16, but I was not at ease, so I recited it again. Of course, I raised my hand and stood up. At first, I was a little flustered. When I saw more than 0/00 pairs of teachers' and classmates' eyes in the classroom, I suddenly felt more courageous, took my time to go to the podium and read aloud in front of teachers and classmates with reverence:

There is a star twinkling in the sky.