Teacher Rao's voice is a little hoarse. I think it's because teachers work day and night. There are many students in our class, and occasionally we chat a few words. In order to make every student listen to the teacher clearly, Mr Rao bought a megaphone at his own expense. What a good teacher!
I remember once in class, all the students were listening carefully. Only my deskmate Chen Jiajing and I were whispering with our heads down. I suddenly felt that someone was staring at us. I looked up, and teacher Rao's bright eyes were staring at us severely, as if to say, "Don't talk in class, concentrate on listening!" " I immediately shut up in shame and began to listen carefully.
On another occasion, Mr Rao asked Mr Qiu Zhi to answer Mr Rao's questions. He stood up slowly with his head down, stuttering, and his voice was as small as a mosquito. The students burst out laughing. He buried his head lower and blushed like a red apple. At this time, instead of being responsible for him, you kindly said, "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous. Even if you answer wrong, the teacher won't blame you. As long as you dare to answer, you are good!" "At this time, there was an encouraging look in your eyes. He finally got up the courage and answered the question loudly, accurately and fluently. You praised him happily. From then on, we all love to speak first.
We Rao teachers never choose students according to their grades, cleverness and stupidity. She often encourages and cares about us selflessly, and rewards students who make a little progress. She teaches regardless of rank, works hard and is deeply loved by students and parents.
I love my Chinese teacher!