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, which is the teacher's wise eyes. It illuminates our road and gallops in the world of knowledge.
Behind my back, I can't help looking at the teachers sitting in the back row. Ah! Many teachers, such as Mr. Luo, Mr. Zhang and our head teacher, Miss Li, looked at me kindly, as if encouraging me to continue reading bravely-
The mountains are full of spring water, which is a kind reminder from the teacher. It increases our courage to climb new heights.
Dear teacher, how can we forget: it's raining, you give us an umbrella; Cleaning, you take the lead in cleaning the dirtiest glass; Your beautiful mind has nurtured us ... I read on in a strong tone:
There is a rainbow flying high in the sky, which is the teacher's beautiful heart. It cultivates our character, as pure as crystal.