Life is like a journey, which has passed through primary school in a daze, and the last bus of years will take us to the next cycle. Turning around, I saw my footprints along the way. Some of them have already been blown away in the air by the wind, such as quicksand, while others are still watching me grow up. Aren't those what the teacher left behind?
That's He Laoshi, the head teacher of grade five or six in our primary school-I can't forget your smile, your class, and your good handwriting. We often argue for the pronunciation of a word for a long time, and we are often ashamed of our plain reading; We are often reminded of our writing posture. I also often emphasize the "combination of work and rest", and I will coax all of us who are immersed in homework out of the classroom and go to the playground for activities during the big recess. Every Monday in the activity class, as long as it doesn't rain, we will always go out for exercise. Some classes' activity classes are used for classes, so when I think about it, our class is really crazy. He Laoshi never cared about what was deducted for a certain day. He only wanted us to do eye exercises seriously to protect our eyes, not to cope with the examination and finish the duty work seriously. His class is also very interesting, especially his calligraphy, just like printed words, which left a deep impression on us.
Now, our Chinese teacher, Miss Chen, has the temperament of a leader. The atmosphere in her Chinese class is very relaxed, and even if she is angry, she is joking. She told us classical Chinese and composition. What's more interesting is that our first Chinese class in junior high school was actually a poetry appreciation class. She also taught us many problem-solving methods, such as: how to translate classical Chinese, how to analyze sentences using rhetorical devices, etc., not just analyzing the answer to a question, but hoping that we can encounter the same type of questions and learn from others, so that we can change with the same.