She is just an ordinary gardener, a gardener who has cultivated many flower seedlings, but is not satisfied with the status quo and puts watering and irrigation first in life.
I transferred to the school where she worked. If I remember correctly, it should be the first semester after work. She is the head teacher of my class. To tell the truth, I have always had a bad impression on the head teacher. After all, she is the monitor of Class One and the remote controller that controls everything. I remember that class. When I first entered the class, she was teaching Chinese, as if talking about "A Collection of Fruit Trees". I stepped into the threshold and didn't even dare to look. I'm worried that others will look at me differently. She stopped lecturing and dragged me to the podium. I can't remember her attitude, expression and tone at that time, except that after a series of routine introductions, she suddenly asked a question. Who knows her? I just thought it was funny. My former primary school is a hundred thousand miles away from here. How can anyone know me? However, the more impossible things are, the more they happen. Two seconds later, a boy stood up and said loudly, I know her! I felt something wet in my eyes and looked at my teacher in surprise. I feel that she is like a magician, which makes me see my childhood playmates again after half a year's separation. To tell the truth, I really wanted to go to a school with him at that time, but unfortunately fate passed by and we separated. But that day, this unusual teacher reunited us, which was incredible. Even now, I still thank her, because in that magical reunion, we met for more than eleven years. From then on, I decided that I must like this teacher, even if I am grateful to her …
After getting along for a long time, I know that she is not an "excellent teacher", what title she has and what honor she has won. She is just an ordinary Chinese teacher, and there is nothing particularly outstanding about her. She has always had a wish to bring our class to the sixth grade, because this is the first time she has taught from the first grade. Unfortunately, in the fifth grade, she was pregnant, pregnant, and of course she could not be allowed to continue teaching, so the school specially invited a teacher to replace her. In this way, she said goodbye to us for the first time, but no one expected that this farewell lasted for a year and a half. When she came back from maternity leave and wanted to continue teaching us, she was unexpectedly transferred to the third grade, and we changed to a foreign school teacher to teach. The reason why she was transferred is simple. The school said that she was inexperienced and gave us great hope this year. Therefore, in order to focus on the overall situation, she had to leave. I know she complained that the school didn't give her a chance, so why did she conclude that she couldn't teach the graduating class? To tell the truth, I don't know what would happen if she came to church. There are too many possibilities, but I think it is really wrong to change teachers in the sixth grade. After all, she has taken us for so many years and knows us better than anyone else. I often go to the third grade to see her and help her with something. I can't see anything unusual from her restored smile. But I am convinced that she is disappointed and wronged, and has devoted so much effort to training students. I was full of joy and thought that I could successfully bring out a group of outstanding graduates, but I was stopped halfway and gave up all my efforts. This is a huge blow, I can't accept it.
On the day of graduation farewell party, several of our class committees specially invited her. Obviously, when she talked to us, she kept choking with tears. We birds raised by her since childhood are about to fly away from her, won't she feel bad? I hate this scene. I can't help myself. I gave her a gentle hug. I hugged the teacher who lit up my life with magic, raised me with hard work, and formed love for me with blood coagulation ... I don't remember how many tears I left on her back, nor do I know how many tears she wiped away behind me. Now, it doesn't matter what her name is or who she is. The important thing is that I will never forget her and always remember this unforgettable teacher.