From kindergarten to primary school, from school to training class, there are many teachers who have taught me, but the most beautiful teacher in my heart is Mr. Zhu who taught me Olympic Mathematics.

In the third grade, because I didn't do well in the math exam, I entered Mr. Zhu's math tutorial class. She is thin and amiable. She is about seventy years old. Her hair was supposed to be gray, but it was dyed black and looked very energetic. She also has a pair of black and smiling eyes. Every child here likes her and worships her.

Teacher Zhu lectures very carefully, and often draws line segments and other methods to make us remember the problem-solving methods more intuitively. Teacher Zhu will also write the wrong questions on the blackboard for everyone to discuss, where and why they are wrong, until everyone learns. After such repeated teaching, we can remember it.

Teacher Zhu is also very strict with us. If the homework is wrong, even if the class is over, the topic should be revised. If not, you can also ask Teacher Zhu, and she will certainly take pains to explain.

Teacher Zhu's attitude has always been very good, and he has always been very kind. She always said: "As long as you study hard, you can all be admitted to Ivy League and foreign schools!" " With the encouragement of Teacher Zhu, I became more confident and began to like learning mathematics.

Teacher Zhu, you are like a red candle, giving us all the heat and light. I hope you can live to the age of 100, and you can see that we are all admitted to universities and make contributions to the construction of the motherland in the future.