Whenever I think of my primary school Chinese teacher, I can't help but feel homesick deeply.
Looking back now, Mr. Ye should be in his thirties! She wears a pair of glasses on her tall nose. There are a few strands of white hair in her hair, which are for us.
"Four spring rains save for a rainy day, and several autumn rains wash the gap. Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk is speechless to write the spring and autumn. Although the silk is not old, the wax tears turn to ash, and the autumn is stronger. " Whenever I think of this poem, I can't help thinking of Teacher Ye. Although Teacher Ye has only been with us for two short years, our time together is always clear and unforgettable. She took us to observe the leaves, watch our homework and teach us to sing. ...
She is very strict with our study. Once, a classmate didn't do his homework. After class, she called her classmates outside the classroom to explain the reason. The classmate soon thought of a reason to deal with her, but it was not that simple. Teacher Ye has also taught for decades, which will waste her ears and her witty heart. After school, she led her classmates. First of all, I called that classmate's parents and explained the reason. Finally, I specifically told parents not to hit the child, educate him well, let him put down the phone, and let the classmate finish his homework in her office before going home. She doesn't want to teach us a lesson, she just wants us to be obedient and scare us!
I still remember one time, Teacher Ye assigned us to do our homework and check it tomorrow afternoon. Sitting next to me is the vice monitor of our class. He is a boy, his grades are good, and pride is inevitable, so Mr. Ye has educated him many times.
When I arrived at school the next day, I saw him very nervous in the morning, and his expression seemed very guilty. Is he afraid? Did you do something bad? Didn't you do your homework? I made a bold guess in my mind. Forget it! He is the vice monitor, what's more, his grades have been very good and he won't stop doing his homework! So I ruled out this speculation.
In the afternoon, it's time to check. As soon as Mr. Ye entered the classroom, he saw his sad expression like a "dead fish". His eyebrows tightened slightly. Although his eyes are looking at other places, he always looks at the cover of his homework from time to time and covers it with books from time to time. Well, he finally caught his braid. It was really a last resort to think that he could threaten his heart with his "pig tail", but it happened. Teacher Ye seemed to find out what he was hiding, so he came over and held out his hand to him: "Bring it." "What?" He denied it, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes. "homework." I don't know when Mr. Ye's voice is a little harsh. "I did it." His voice trembled. "Why did you do that?" Did you make this? are you sure you meant it？ "These three questions stunned him." Don't be proud of your good grades. I don't want to talk about it anymore. If you don't do it, you can't let others do it for you. "Teacher Ye's eyebrows are almost twisted together, and we all know that she is angry. After reviewing her homework, she threw him a sentence: "Come to my office after school. "Out of curiosity, we quietly followed after school.
No teacher will not love his students, he will treat his students as his own children.
If I am a bird spreading its wings and flying, then you are the wind blowing its wings; If I am a budding new leaf, then you are a root buried deep in the soil; If I were a river, you would be the bank around me. I always want to talk to you when I am intimate, and always want to share my joy with you. ...
You! It's stuck in my heart; You! It is the "great man" who reshapes knowledge; You! Is a teacher I will always admire in my heart. ...
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .