We have known Mr. Ma since the second grade. Mr. Ma wears a pair of glasses and has a high nose. Recalling a class in Grade Two, we were all writing red pictures. Teacher Ma came over, held my hand and wrote one by one, gently telling me how to write well. At this time, I am grateful.
What impressed me most was. I have never written a wonderful composition before, but every time Mr. Ma carefully reads everyone's articles and gets my "little exercise pen", I open it and have a look. Teacher Ma wrote more comments than I did, and suddenly felt very guilty. Teacher Ma is really too attentive, but I ... In class, Teacher Ma commented on the shortcomings of each of our compositions again. Teacher Ma is hoarse, but he is still telling us how to write a composition. I am deeply grateful to Mr. Ma for his teaching. 48 people and 48 compositions. In the second grade, I didn't understand Mr. Ma's hard work. It is these things of the teacher that make me want to repay her with my grades from the bottom of my heart. After school, the teacher sat alone on the platform and criticized our composition. The pen containers on the platform are all red pens without ink, which are all bought by the love given to us by the teacher.
Teacher Ma has taught us for four years. Four years has turned me into a sensible child, and I learned that the teacher used her time to worry about us. We all seem to understand the teacher's love, but I read the teacher's heart, and the teacher gave everything for us.
My teacher, our good teacher. Teacher Ma always takes us to read and write, hoping to make us more progress. After work, the teacher also thinks of us. Teacher, after National Day, I will definitely study hard.