The teacher is a diligent gardener, who pays for others all day without asking for anything in return; The teacher is the guide, let us embark on the road of civilization. Every time I think of Mr. Dong, the scene of teaching me to write will come to my mind.

It was a sunny Monday, and the teacher was teaching us to write "one". The teacher said: "The word' one' is actually a short horizontal line. It should be short, strong and straight. Please write it in your notebook. " At this time, because there was no ruler, "one" was written as "~". When the teacher saw my "~", he said to me, "Ji Xiaojing, the word" one "should be written short and straight, not as a wavy line." So, I tried to write it again, but I wrote "one" as "1". The teacher took pains to say, "Well, first draw a horizontal line of 1 cm with a ruler. Then, slowly move the ruler away. " I follow the teacher's footsteps, and slowly, I can write the word "one". At this time, I saw the teacher sweating with anxiety. The bell rang, and the teacher paid so much for me!

Yes, isn't our teacher like a candle, burning itself and illuminating others?