My Chinese teacher's sixth grade composition 1 We will meet many teachers in our life. These teachers have their own characteristics, some are gentle, some are serious, some are humorous ... My favorite teacher is my junior high school head teacher and double teacher. Teachers have been with us from grade one to grade three in primary school.
Shuang teacher is very beautiful, of medium height, with a standard figure, long black hair, often draped over her shoulders, and a kind and bright smile embedded under her curved eyebrows.
Teacher Shuang loves to laugh. Whenever she smiles, her bright eyes always bend into a crack, revealing white teeth, which is very beautiful. She once said a famous saying: People who smile often must be the smartest people in the world. "Don't you want to cultivate yourselves into the smartest people in the world?" We all laughed.
Teacher Shuang is gentle, although she is a little partial to girls, but she is also unintentional. One day after school at noon, the double teacher said, "The boys go downstairs and line up first, and the girls stay. Mr. Shuang will give you a welcome. " Boys can't eavesdrop! "At that meeting, Teacher Shuang said that she had always had an unintentional preference for girls and asked us girls to set a good example for boys. She also said it was a secret between her and us. I don't know why, I thought I was good friends with Mr. Shuang at that time, so I kept this secret.
Double division is fair. She treats students with good grades and students with poor grades equally, and I have also been criticized by her. That is a second-grade class. I wore a funny pair of glasses frames in the morning. When class was over, Mr. Shuang said, "Jiang Siyao, will you come to my office?" So I went to the office. "Are these your glasses?" Teacher Shuang said to me gently, and then took off my photo frame. "This is just a photo frame. Did you buy this? " "Well ..." Later, Mr. Shuang told me a lot, and I can't remember what it was. ...
Teacher, the engineer of human soul, Madame Curie once said, "No matter how proud a person has achieved, he should drink water and think of his source." It should be remembered that his own teacher sowed the initial seeds for his growth. "
My Chinese teacher, Grade 6 Composition 2, has no color in life, and the process has given me wonderful. Life has no fragrance, but the process gives me fragrance. Life is a white flower, and the teacher gave me colorful colors.
What is a teacher? The teacher is an unknown land, caring for every inch of our life and sheltering us from the wind and rain; Teachers are the starlight at night, paving the way for lost scholars; The teacher is a constant light under the light, and the bright red comments are shocking.
There is a person coming from the outside, that is, you, my Chinese teacher. Your appearance is not outstanding, but you are so kind and amiable, your smile is so leisurely, and soft light waves are flowing in your eyes. You turn around and write your family name "Chen" fluently on the blackboard, which is both rigid and flexible. Soon, time narrowed the distance between you and me, and we started a beautiful life together under one roof.
The tone of your lecture is so sincere and cordial, cadence. Sometimes sonorous and powerful, every word is like a pearl; Sometimes, people feel like they are reciting poems, like running water, so euphemistic and beautiful; Sometimes, it's as unrestrained as going to Dajiangdong. Listening to your lecture is a pleasure, just like walking on a long embankment in warm spring, watching the clouds and the breeze, just like an unrestrained stream, lively and smart. You interpret the boring text in the textbook as a flowing picture, and we suck it greedily.
When I am willing to drift like a cloud, but there is a fetter of the wind, you ask me to persevere; When I wanted to fly freely like a bird, but I was surprised by the bow and net, you told me that I was fearless in times of crisis; When I am willing to float like the load of running water, but there are obstacles, you told me to walk without fear. One more experience, one more experience, one more fortune and one more chance of success. On a dark day, I found my own way. You are the shining star forever, giving me colorful colors.
Thank you-my Chinese teacher.
My sixth grade Chinese teacher, Composition 3, has been taught by many teachers. Among them, I want to thank Mr. Zhu, who taught me Chinese in Grade Three.
Teacher Zhu is very beautiful. Under her curved eyebrows, there are beautiful talking eyes. When she smiles, two dimples appear on her cheeks.
Teacher Zhu is very kind to each of us. In my eyes, she is both a knowledgeable teacher and a kind mother. I remember one time, my composition was not well written and I was a little discouraged. Seeing that other students scored higher than me, I felt sad and wanted to cry. Teacher Zhu found me with careful eyes. She came up to me and asked me softly, "What's the matter? It doesn't matter if you are discouraged because you didn't do well in the exam. Tell the teacher the truth. " So, I blushed and said to Teacher Zhu, "Teacher, my composition level is not good. Can you help me? " The teacher nodded and took me to her office, and took out some excellent compositions for me to take home. The teacher also asked me to extract the beautiful words and phrases in it, and then imitate the writing, using the good words and sentences in it, but don't copy them. I did as the teacher said, and sure enough, my composition level improved slowly, and I won the second prize in the national composition competition!
Teacher Zhu not only cares about my study, but also cares about our health all the time, just like a kind mother.
I remember one time, I was not feeling well and threw up all over the floor in class. When the students saw it, they hurried to report to Teacher Zhu. After a while, Mr. Zhu came to me, touched my forehead, and asked my classmates to cover my vomit with some yellow sand and help me clean it up personally. Then the teacher helped me to the office, poured me a cup of hot water, let me drink a few mouthfuls, picked up the phone and dialed my father's phone, asking him to take me to the hospital. When I hung up the water, I heard Teacher Zhu ask my mother about me. At that time, there was a warm current in my heart, and tears swirled in my eyes.
Thank you-Teacher Zhu, I will always remember your earnest teaching!
My Chinese teacher has a pair of beautiful big eyes, but there is always a dark circle under her eyes. A smart mouth takes us to swim the long river of knowledge. The motherly smile on the corners of the mouth makes us feel more cordial. She is our Chinese teacher in Class 5 (2)-Miss Shen.
Her vivid speech and sweet voice will bring people into a fantastic world and enjoy the flowers in Germany, the boats in Venice and the elephants in Thailand with her. Every time after class, we linger and indulge in her world.
She is also a very fair teacher. Unlike other teachers, she will indiscriminately blame students with poor grades, but just ask the ins and outs of things and draw conclusions. She respects every child and gives every child a chance to correct his mistakes. I remember once, Xiaojun, a "bad-tempered boy" in our class, quarreled with Xiaoming. The teacher calmed them down first, and then asked them what had happened. It turned out that Xiao Ming scolded Xiaojun first, but Xiaojun stopped fighting. He punched him in a rage. Xiao Ming was angered, and then the two avoided each other and wrestled together. The teacher first criticized Xiaojun for not hitting people, and then told Xiaoming earnestly: "A good word warms three winters, and a bad word hurts June." Finally, after the "gold medal mediator"-teacher Shen's glib tongue, they finally got back together.
Our teacher Shen is not only quick-talking, but also has a trademark action-laughing. Maybe you think this is normal, then you are all wet. There are mysteries in all kinds of laughter. When Xiaojun and Xiao Ming were fighting, she had a dignified smile and was admonishing them. When they reluctantly came to the podium, Mr. Shen smiled with relief because they were willing to take a step back. When they made up, the teacher was the cutest smile on weekdays, a little relieved.
This is our irreplaceable Chinese teacher in Class 5 (2).
My Chinese teacher is like a candle, illuminating the people around him, but burning himself; Teachers are like gardeners, trying to cultivate every seedling and expecting it to grow into a towering tree.
My Chinese teacher, her surname is Zhong. She has thick black hair, big eyes that seem to talk, which means you will never understand, and a mouth that always smiles at you.
Mr. Zhong lectures carefully and is very responsible for our work and study. She is so careful in every class; Talking about every content is so careful; Treat every student so responsibly. She said: "Class 6 1 is a United group, and we will not leave anyone behind." So no matter who doesn't understand the subject, she teaches patiently.
Mr. Zhong is also a positive teacher. She organized many activities for us, such as "making friends with eggs", "tasting special products" and the magic performed by Teacher Zhong herself. Mr. Zhong sometimes plays jokes on us humorously and gives us many interesting lessons. It brings laughter to everyone every time.
Mr. Zhong is not only diligent and active, but also an understanding and amiable teacher. If a classmate makes a mistake, Mr. Zhong will ask the reason clearly, patiently enlighten him and tell him not to make it again, and finally forgive him generously. Mr. Zhong will care about every student, and he will be caring and attentive to us.
I wonder if I can listen to Mr. Zhong in the future. I wonder if we can meet again in the future. Anyway, in my heart, Mr. Zhong will always be my best teacher. Miss Zhong, I want to say to you, "Thank you for taking care of me for so many years.
My Chinese teacher, Mr. Sun from Class 6, Grade 6, is our Chinese teacher. He is a very kind and dedicated teacher. We all like him very much. Miss Sun is tall and a little fat, and she looks very strong. He has black hair, bright eyes, a tall nose and a particularly talkative mouth. Although he has dark skin and often likes to wear a black hat on his head, he is so kind in the eyes of many of our classmates. Gentle. We all love this lovely teacher as much as big brother. Teacher Sun's paintings are very good. Especially in character sketch. Once, he painted portraits of all the students in our class, which looked like real people. A classmate joked, "Teacher Sun can be a painter." I am very proud to have such a talented teacher. Teacher Sun is very serious and responsible for our study. In class, he asked each of our classmates to listen carefully and not to look around and make small moves. We are also required to write every new word neatly.
Every text should be read well, and the thoughts and feelings to be expressed in every text should be summarized. Whenever I watch Mr. Sun lecture so hard on the podium, I tell myself, "We must study hard and repay Mr. Sun for his contribution to us." What moved me most about Teacher Sun was that exam. Remember that the topic of the composition is to design a business card for the big tree. My composition is not only incomplete in structure, but also a bit off topic. I was very sad at that time. Instead of criticizing me, Teacher Sun sent a message to my mother to comfort me.
Teacher Sun is so kind and warm. Even my sister said, "If only Miss Sun had been her teacher in the third grade!" Three-foot platform, a hard work, a harvest. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Sun. Here I want to say to you loudly: "Mr. Sun, you have worked hard. I will definitely study hard. " Students, you must also come on!
My Chinese teacher's sixth grade composition 7 eyes blink and blink, giving people a very cordial feeling; My little mouth can always tell a lot of truth, which makes me deeply touched; People of medium height always wear very bright clothes. This is my approachable Chinese teacher-Mr. Shou. Our Chinese teacher, Mr. Shou, is very concerned about us. She regards this class as her home and all of us as her own children. Although we made a mistake, she will scold us angrily, but I know she is doing it for our collective good.
Since the sixth grade, Ms. Shou has been transferred to the safety management office. She is no longer our head teacher. She becomes very busy, but she always takes the time to proofread our homework. The students in our class are very ignorant, and there seem to be more and more naughty things: the boys in the class take off their pants, the mid-term exam is not ideal, and some people upload notes to do their homework in different classes. Mr. Shou still answered patiently one by one, just like when he was a class teacher. Sometimes looking at the busy figure of the teacher, I feel that as a class cadre, I should not add chaos to the teacher. I should help the teacher solve some small problems that I can solve, manage class discipline and let the teacher have a rest.
Teacher Shou is very concerned about us and always reminds us that the weather is getting cold at noon, so we should put on more clothes. When you see a classmate wearing less clothes in class, don't stop to remind that classmate; I coughed a few days ago. Teacher Shou heard this and told me to drink more water. If it's serious, I should hang salt water. Once, a classmate in our class lost eight dollars. Teacher Shou said in class: "If a classmate wants to eat snacks and has no money, how can he take other people's money?" Is a person's dignity only worth eight dollars? "After listening to these words, I think Mr. Shou really regards us as his own children.
My Chinese teacher, Mr. Shou, not only has a warm smile on his face, but also has a heart of gold. Everyone has heard of pity for the world's mothers, and I think we should add pity for the world's teachers. I will be a good teacher who cares about my classmates and is serious and responsible, just like Mr. Shou.
My Chinese teacher's sixth grade composition 8 grew up, and different teachers dragged me through different times. Optimistic and cheerful math teacher, witty art teacher, smiling English teacher … What impressed me most was the gentle and kind Chinese teacher.
It was in the third grade, and I noticed her on the first day of school: she was neatly dressed and could smell the faint smell of soap when she walked forward. A pair of big eyes with gods always look at us gently. Because I like her, I also like Chinese. All Chinese homework should be done as neatly as possible. Preview before class and review after class. However, I have never raised my hand to answer questions on my own initiative, because I am afraid that the wrong answer will lead to ridicule from my classmates. One day, in Chinese class as usual, the teacher suddenly asked me to answer questions. I stood up in a hurry, my mind was in chaos, my fingers twisted around my skirts and I looked at her blankly. How I wish she could tell me to sit down! But she said briskly, "Say what you think, and the teacher won't let you invite me to dinner if you answer wrong." I relaxed a lot after listening to the funny words. Sort out your thoughts and express your opinions. When I sat down, I felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment. After class, the teacher called me to him, touched my head and said, "Good answer. Why don't you raise your hand? " "I'm ... I'm afraid I got it wrong." "If a person is very talented, but ashamed to show it and be buried, it would be a pity. Only when he is good at expressing himself can he have a chance to be discovered.
Believe in yourself! "After listening to the teacher's encouragement, I decided not to be timid. No matter what class I take in the future, I will actively raise my hand to speak. Thank you, teacher. You taught me knowledge and truth. I grew from a timid and ignorant child to a knowledgeable and expressive student. I will always remember your teachings!
My Chinese teacher is the Chinese teacher in our class. She has long black hair and bright eyes that can see through every classmate's mind. Under her tall nose is a mouth, and when she smiles, she will show her white teeth.
Her language in class is accurate and vivid, her tone is cadence, and her feelings are real and touching. Her class is as attractive as a magnet, and we all like her teacher's Chinese class. I can't forget it. When she told us about Guilin Landscape, she said in vivid language, "Please listen to me and expand your imagination. Let's enjoy the scenery of Guilin together. The mountain in Guilin is so quiet that you can't feel it flowing ... "I listened quietly, thinking and feeling, just like swimming across the Lijiang River with my teacher and enjoying the beautiful scenery of Guilin. After reading it, the teacher led us to "watch" the mountains in Guilin carefully. Every vivid language and every accurate and interesting gesture of Mr. Wu describes the strange, beautiful and dangerous mountains of Guilin in front of us. Even the famous troublemakers Zhang Junqing and Zhang Xiaolong in the class are listening, thinking and imagining with relish. ...
I remember when I was in the fifth grade, Mr. Wu's lectures often contained rich feelings, which made us can't help but walk into the joys and sorrows of the story. What impressed me most was that when she taught us the article "Yang Ke, a young musician", I couldn't help shedding tears of sympathy. How tragic Xiao Yang Ke's fate is! The students were infected by the teacher's true feelings. It seems that the poor little one is just around the corner. The whole class attended this class with a heavy heart, and many students were red-eyed. When the teacher taught us "Moonlight Music", the students were more intoxicated with Beethoven's piano music. In front of us, it seems that the raging sea is surging, and the silver moon is rising from the place where the water meets the sky. ...
Teacher Wu's Chinese class is like this. She always creates a concrete and vivid scene atmosphere with rich emotions, leading us to roam and explore in the ocean of life and knowledge.
I like Mr. Wu, and I like Mr. Wu's Chinese class even more.
My Chinese teacher's sixth grade composition 10 "Being serious can only do things right, but it is not necessarily the best." I forget who said this sentence a long time ago, but I have always kept it in my heart.
The education received from childhood is the word "earnest". My mother told me not to make mistakes, or I would reprimand loudly, for fear that the whole village could not hear me. Therefore, no matter what you do, you dare not fall behind, not for honor, but for not being scolded by your mother. At that time, I thought: If my mother is my Chinese teacher, I must not like her.
In the first grade, I was deeply loved by Chinese teachers because I was diligent and eager to learn. In the second grade, I changed my teacher, a "soldier" who had just changed jobs from the army. I'm not used to his teaching. When I was silent before going on stage, I thought I wouldn't be silent, so I moved my mind-pretending to be sick. The teacher asked me to go home by myself. After a stroll, I went home from school. Later, I felt sorry for my teacher. Both the teacher and my father knew about it, but they never mentioned it in front of me again. Their tolerance made me feel guilty about lying. In the future study, I never dare to slack off on the Chinese teacher, and I still can't accept this young "soldier teacher" psychologically.
A year has passed quickly. In the third grade, I changed to a female teacher who likes perming. One day when I was peeking at comic books in morning class, I began to feel the harshness of this teacher.
It was a winter morning and I got to school early. I have memorized the text that the teacher asked me to recite, my eyes are no longer fixed on the book, and my heart is freed from the text. The teacher is not in the classroom, so he hides the picture book under the Chinese book and reads it with relish. My seat is under the window. When I found someone shaking outside the window, it was too late and the picture book was taken away. The teacher looked me hard in the eyes, not worried about being trained, but worried that the book was borrowed by others and not yet available. I'm not worried about whether this matter can be known by my strict mother. My father will never learn about my bad behavior at school from my mother. So, in the next three years, I was very afraid of this Chinese teacher who had her hair permed all day.
My Chinese teacher's sixth grade composition 1 1 During my six-year study career, there are many teachers who have taught me, but what impressed me most is my "Erwei" teacher.
The "Erwei" teacher has a pair of intense eyes, staring at anyone who has three points of fear. Teacher Erwei still has a bright black hair and a pair of glasses on her face. She looks like a great writer, but she is not a eloquent writer, but a bittersweet teacher.
Teacher Erwei is a humorous person. Once, when the teacher was talking about morality and society, he talked about electricity. According to the book, electricity and gas are two invisible and colorless "big killers". The teacher also popularized that electricity will conduct electricity when it touches water and iron, and said that if someone touches electricity, never use hands and wet branches to pull the electrocuted person, but use insulators to pull it. After that, the teacher smiled and said, "Don't listen to the teacher saying that iron can conduct electricity. Try pointing a pen at the plug after class to see if it is really conductive. You can't sit in this bright classroom and listen to my lecture this time. "
Teacher Erwei is not only humorous, but also amiable. Once I failed in the exam, I think the teacher will definitely blame me, and my heart is really fifteen baskets of water-so anxious. After the second class, someone said to me, "The teacher wants to see me." . I think what I can do now! Forget it! The enemy will block you, and the water can cover you. So I went to the teacher's office. Who knows that teacher Li didn't criticize me, but kindly said to me, "How did you regress this time?" After listening to the teacher's words and thinking of his hard education, I began to cry. The teacher said; "I didn't beat and scold you. Why are you crying? I called you here to make you realize your mistake. Just do better next time. " After listening to the teacher, I made up my mind to do well in the exam.
This is my "Erwei" teacher. Teacher, do you want to know who she is? He is my teacher Li, a humorous and amiable teacher Li.
My Chinese teacher's sixth grade composition 12 The Chinese teacher in my class has fine eyes. Eyes watery, like two black pearls, nose stuck up, mouth glib, red as a cherry. She can "change", but the most distinctive thing is her local accent-of course, this is not her fault. After all, she was born and raised in the south, and sometimes she accidentally took the "local accent".
Once, she introduced Su Shi's life to us. As a result, I was bypassed as soon as I heard it. The teacher said: "Su Shi and * * * both passed the examination of Jinshi, and the villagers all praised the fathers of the two brothers for their double happiness. Congratulations! " I thought to myself: huh? I have only heard of Su Shi and Su Zhe. Where did you find Su Ze? Other students are probably like me, with a puzzled face. The following bold classmate said, "Teacher, no, it's Su Zhe!" " "At this moment, the teacher immediately said to us apologetically," Alas, my hometown is in the south, and I often speak without distinguishing between flat and tongue sounds. Sorry, sorry. "
After the teacher finished speaking, we quieted down and seemed to recall what we had just said. The classroom was horribly quiet at once, and the air seemed to solidify. Our teacher saw this situation and probably wanted to correct it again. He gave a solemn "zhe" cry, which made us laugh "ha ha ha".
Another time, I came back late from the office to deliver my homework. On the way, I saw Mr. Wang come in a hurry because there were others. She didn't have the guts to criticize me for fear that I would lose face (at least I think so). She just said, "Why are you so ci today?" Although I was a little nervous with my head down, I couldn't help laughing when I heard the teacher's accent, and the teacher couldn't help laughing. ...
This is my strong accent teacher. Although she has a strong accent, I still like her!
My Chinese teacher 13, the sixth grade composition, taught me a lot because I was in the fifth grade. Teachers in many classes have changed again and again, but the Chinese teacher has always been my favorite teacher, Miss Pei.
On the first day of primary school, I thought: primary school teachers must be stricter than kindergarten teachers. But Mr Pei, who teaches Chinese, changed my mind.
The first time I saw Mr. Pei in a Chinese class, I felt very cordial. Her loving face, long black hair hanging over her shoulders, gentle and clear voice made my nervous mood relaxed a lot.
Gradually, I learned about Mr. Pei's distinctive aspects.
Teacher Pei takes good care of us in life, but she is very strict with us in study. For example, if the weather suddenly changes, she will of course remind everyone to change clothes in time, but if any classmate fails to finish his homework on time, he should not only make up for it that day, but also ask the reason why he didn't finish his homework.
Teacher Pei's classes are always interesting. Before class, I often ask some questions related to the new class. I don't start the new class until everyone has a discussion. Or insert a wonderful historical story in the middle of the class, which not only makes me like Chinese class better, but also makes me like historical stories.
I didn't like reading very much when I was in the second grade. Once in class, Teacher Pei said: A good book is a colorful world, and reading a good book can benefit you for life. I listened with a grain of salt. When I got home, I begged my father to buy me books to read. Probably because I like historical stories, my father bought me a set of "Sister Wu Tells Historical Stories" for the first time. When I got the book, I turned to a page and was deeply attracted by the story in the book. Therefore, every day when I come home from school, I spend time doing my homework first. After finishing my homework, it is my favorite time to read historical story books. I swam in the sea of books and absorbed the nutrients from them. I have read many of these books more than once, and I find that reading can enrich my knowledge. Later, I also read many books on science and literature. In this way, I fell in love with reading because of a word from Teacher Pei.
I like our teacher Pei!
My Chinese teacher's sixth grade composition 14 My Chinese teacher is a disabled person. He had a high fever when he was a child and ended up with polio. The length difference between his legs is more than a few centimeters, because these centimeters were rejected by Peking University, and he became a teacher of teaching and educating people and became my Chinese teacher. For me, I was lucky to meet him; But for my Chinese teacher, fate seems unfair!
While helping the world, poverty and immunity. This is the first sentence he gave us. I didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence before, but later I gradually realized that this sentence contains great wisdom and great wisdom. This is the ideal and values that a literati should have, and it is also the direction I pursue. His Excellence and Excellence are obvious to all of us. He is knowledgeable, strong-willed, charming and humorous. Quiet as a virgin and moving like a rabbit, he stayed motionless for a whole afternoon as soon as he read a book. But the disabled body will not stop the ideal flight, and many new things in our city are introduced by him.
After being rejected by Peking University, he went back to our city to study at Normal University. In the first two years, he was silent and didn't communicate with anyone, even with teachers, classmates and family. He would rather stand for an hour than answer the teacher's question, but he clearly knows the answer. Two years of depression made him decide to commit suicide in despair! When he waded into the river, a big wave woke him up and awakened his courage to sleep for two years. "I can choose to leave, and the pain and sadness can only be borne by my family." So he survived. At that time, we were talking about Shi Tiesheng's Me and Ditan, and the same experience reminded him of his own * * * and memories of the past. Although he wears sunglasses, the crystal tears are still clearly visible. As Huo Yuanjia said before he died, living is never a person's business!
His choice left him a sound ideal and reality, and also gave us the power to move and progress!
My Chinese teacher's sixth grade composition 15 My Chinese teacher is Miss Liu, of medium build, about 30 years old.
Teacher Liu is very beautiful. Her hair is black and shiny, her white forehead is inlaid with bright eyes, her red cheeks are like a fire, and she has a "cherry mouth".
Teacher Liu is not only beautiful in appearance, but also serious. She is meticulous and conscientious in her work. Every day, 63 homework is heavily placed on the desk, and teachers have little free time. She is writing and correcting her homework all the time. If I am a leader, I really want to give my teacher a reputation as an "excellent teacher". The teacher is very serious. We can't let the teacher down. If every student finishes his homework carefully every day, how much energy Mr. Liu Can will spend!
I remember once, when we were about to leave school, a sudden rainstorm hit us. Mr. Liu was afraid that we would catch a cold in the rain, so he announced, "When the rain subsides, the students with umbrellas will go home, and the rest will be picked up by their parents. Now do your homework first. " After that, the whole class was furious and complained: "Hey, I wanted to go home early to play games. What a disappointment! " I looked out of the window, and the students in other classes stood in the rain, soaked to the skin. I can't help but think of what the teacher just said, the teacher is good for us! If it weren't for her orders, we would have become a member of the "soaked family". Look at the teacher again, just hit the teacher's eyes. A sudden fire in my heart made me warm all over. The teacher smiled at me and looked outside to see if there were any parents to pick up the students. Ah, Miss Liu, you really care about us!
Who let us wander in the ocean of knowledge? It's the teacher. Who makes us thrive? It's the teacher.
I love my teacher Liu!