I watched the heavy rain anxiously.
The teacher came up gently and handed his umbrella.
The temperature inside the umbrella is humid.
Ah, the teacher's love is an umbrella to keep out the rain.
During that time, I learned to waste.
Hiding in the internet cafe is physically and mentally exhausted.
The teacher looked for him, and his anxious eyes were slightly reproachful.
I dare not look the teacher in the eye.
Ah, the teacher's love is gentle understanding.
That time, the results were very poor.
I held the test paper in dismay.
The teacher came over and said something encouraging.
Suddenly, a sense of self-confidence revived.
Ah, teacher's love is the guide of the weather vane.
Is it okay? If not, send me a message and I will try again.
I wonder if I can help. Think about it next time. Don't always rely on the internet.