Our teacher is ill.

In class, although there are other teachers to take the place, everyone is always not very enthusiastic.

I look out the window from time to time, and the sky is gloomy, just like our mood.

"The teacher a disease how still not good? We should go and have a look. "

So, we made an appointment to see the teacher together after school.

After school, Delossi was kept because the headmaster asked him something. So I left alone.

While walking on the road, I thought of what my mother said in the morning: "Your teacher is too tired to worry too much."

According to my mother, "Teachers have five hours of classes every day and one hour of physical education class. After school, he will also correct the students' homework and prepare for the next day's homework-drawing a map or looking for specimens. If any students are ill, he will go to see them. In addition, he often goes to the city government to get stationery for poor students. He is always busy thinking about his students. After supper, he will go to night school. "

The teacher cares too much about us and is sick for us. We really feel sorry for him.

Unconsciously, I have arrived at the teacher's door. As soon as I rang the doorbell, a maid came out to open the door and took me in.

The material is dark and the teacher is lying on the bed.

I feel very sad to see him sick.

"teacher!" I stood in front of the bed and cried softly.

"Amway ke! It's you! "

The teacher was very happy, so he put his hand on my shoulder. His hands have no color at all, and they are still shaking.

"I'm glad you came to see me!" The teacher forced a smile.

"This disease is really bad! However, it will get better soon, don't worry! How's school recently? How are all your classmates? I am not at school, you should study hard as usual! "

"yes! But ... "I want to say that without a teacher, everyone is not excited.

I was so sad that I turned to look at the photos on the wall for fear of being seen by the teacher.

"Those are photos of students I have taught for twenty years. When I am ready to die, I will watch those photos die. "

The teacher picked up an orange from the bedside table and stuffed it into my hand, saying, "It's not for you, it's from that classmate."

I looked at the oranges in Huang Chengcheng, but I felt sad and almost cried.

"Amway ke! Of course I'll teach you when I'm ready. If I can't recover, I hope you study arithmetic hard. "

"After the book begins, you may find it difficult. If you are willing to work hard, you will gradually find it easy. "

The teacher spoke with difficulty, shortness of breath and blushed.

I really appreciate that the teacher didn't forget to teach me when I was sick. All his efforts are spent on us. How kind he is! Well done! I want to pray for him and hope that he will recover soon.

"teacher! Do you have a high fever? "

"no! There is nothing particularly uncomfortable. "

Although the teacher said this, his expression was obviously painful and his eyes were red.

I don't think it's good to stay too long. I was about to leave when the teacher told me, "You ... if you want to learn arithmetic well, you must do more exercises.". If you encounter difficulties, you might as well stop for a while, let your mind have a rest, and then start doing it. Don't panic, don't worry! Do this problem well, and then do that problem. This requires perseverance and patience. However, don't push yourself too hard, so as not to tire yourself out. "

"teacher! I will do as you say, please rest assured. Take care of yourself! Don't talk too much, lest you hurt your mind. " I said to myself.

The teacher looked up from the pillow, kissed my hair, and then said sadly, "go home!" Goodbye! "

When the teacher finished speaking, he turned over and faced the wall.

I quietly retired with deep feelings.

"teacher! I wish you a speedy recovery! " I said this in my heart, and tears could not help flowing down.

Saturday the twenty-fifth