Teacher Tong is a good teacher. In class, she attracts us like a magnet, allowing us to absorb the nectar of knowledge and soar freely in the kingdom of knowledge.
Usually the teacher often tells us the truth of being a man. She always educates us based on knowledge and morality. We all respect her, but she is a different teacher and her education method is unique. There are always some new tricks to make us realize a truth, which is also an important reason why we all like Teacher Tong so much.
It was a sunny afternoon, and the teacher mysteriously told us that he would give us a "visiting class" later. The "visiting class" is quite new and has aroused heated discussion among the students.
"Do you want to visit the campus or the classroom?" We replied with one voice: "Campus!" The teacher smiled and said, "I can't satisfy you." Today we visited my desk. " This aroused my great curiosity. We lined up in front of the teacher's desk. It was near, near, and neat books fell on it. What caught our eyes were some powerful characters: "A wise man can find happiness from distress, and a fool can find distress from happiness."
Live happily every day. "I am thoughtful, silent for a while, suddenly an epiphany. What a simple and profound truth this is. Wise men can find happiness from suffering, fools can find suffering from happiness, and I often play a fool in my life.
Now I finally understand that happiness is so simple, and I want to be a wise man. This is the teacher's motto. What about me? I don't have a motto, and I don't pursue goals. I also want to find my motto, engrave it in my heart, always review myself and improve myself ... A visit in less than ten minutes is like a lesson, a life lesson, which will benefit me for life.
I will never forget Miss Tong, her smile, her words and every lesson she gave us ... Everyone has a favorite teacher, and I am no exception. Whenever I look at that photo of me and my teacher, I always think of the most unforgettable teacher in my heart-Miss Huang. Miss Huang is a Chinese teacher in a school in Shenzhen. She is about 28 years old this year. She has a pair of dimples on her white and dignified face and a pair of glasses on her high nose, which makes her more knowledgeable.
I remember one time, Miss Huang asked me and several classmates to go to her office to correct homework. As soon as I entered the office, I saw Mr. Huang sitting at the desk correcting one test paper after another.
We listened to the teacher's arrangement, changed our homework for a while, and listened to the math teacher say to Mr. Huang, "Huang, you caught a cold today and didn't know you had a fever until this morning." Don't go back too late, go back to rest early! " "Oh, thank you, I'm fine, and there's still one class's homework that hasn't changed!" Before she finished, she coughed again. The teacher said to us, "Classmates, it's getting late. Go back first, and pay attention to safety on the road. " Several of our classmates all went home, and I didn't know that Miss Huang came home late last night until the next morning.
Miss Huang is not only serious and responsible for the little things at work, but also considerate. She treats us like her own children. Soon after I came to this class, the teacher found my Mandarin good, and she was very touched when she read the text. She also heard teachers in all subjects say that I am self-motivated. Miss Huang called me to the office, a little introverted, and kindly said to me, "Chen, you are a new student. Your performance these days is in the eyes of the teacher. The teacher knows that you are an excellent student. Do you want to read a text to the teacher? " I nodded, forgot my restraint, lost my initial nervousness, and forgot that the teacher was standing in front of me, as if it were my friend. I am very happy to read aloud.
Teacher Huang said to me after reading, "You read with emotion. The teacher thinks you are very suitable to be the host of our school, but let's start from an early age? " The teacher sees that you are a good prospect. The school asked our class to choose a famous announcer. Well, the teacher chose you. "I heard that, my face is full of excitement.
At the beginning, I was a little nervous, and Miss Huang would encourage me. Her kind face and gentle tone made me feel love. After the teacher's guidance and encouragement, I became more and more relaxed in the studio.
Over the past few years, Mr. Huang has taken pains to educate us, silently encourage us and support us behind our backs. Perhaps, Miss Huang has forgotten how many times she has been busy and how much hardship she has paid for her students' illness.
However, as a student, I will never forget and clearly understand that everything she has paid is for her students. The relationship between teachers and students in these six years is like a photo recorded by Zhang Yongyuan.
Ten years of trees, a hundred years of tree people; I will never forget the kindness of putting a willow tree in my heart. The unforgettable six-year primary school is coming to an end, and we are about to bid farewell to our classmates and teachers who get along with us day and night; Will soon bid farewell to that beautiful and lovely campus; Will bid farewell to the spacious and bright classroom of the second experimental primary school; Say goodbye to every wonderful class at my alma mater.
In these six years of primary school career, what impressed me the most was Wang, who was my deskmate for only half a day. I remember when I first transferred here, the teacher arranged a seat for Wang An and me. The second class is math. Because I came in a hurry, I only brought exercise books, pencil boxes, textbooks and basic training, so I came in a hurry.
After the teacher has finished all the knowledge, let's do the exercises. I'm not familiar with the classmates in this class, and I don't know their names. I am also embarrassed to borrow books from my classmates. Just when I was at a loss, my deskmate asked me inexplicably, "Why don't you do the problem?" I faltered and said, "-I-I didn't bring basic training."
After listening at the same table, without thinking, Fred put the book in the middle and said to me, "We can read one." She did it seriously after she finished, but I felt a little embarrassed. After all, this is not my book? Another time, I didn't come up with a suitable question and racked my brains to think about it. I still didn't have a clue, so I asked Wang, and he thought about it.
2. The composition "My Teacher" is 350 words. You gave us a ruler of life to measure every day, and the earth is full of spring. You are a great gardener, the greatest in the world, and you have the ability to sow ... sow with words, cultivate with colored pens, irrigate with sweat, and nourish with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in the classroom, the engineer of the human soul, who is not praising you. The language of your speech.
Teacher; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You are the sower of this hope and happiness.
It is you who have supported the backbone of our generation, so colorful. This selfless dedication is unforgettable! You are like a red candle; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.
When Miao Er needs a glass of water, there are poems and paintings all over the world. You-the teacher's love! Teacher, give all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning? Who worked hard to raise seedlings?
Teacher. Regardless of diligence and ruthlessness, it is to sow hope and happiness! Continue to burn; The teacher is a stone step! The lesson you teach, the sower of beauty, soak it, wash it ... Over the years, every chapter seems to open a window in front of me; And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water! Spreading knowledge, though thin, is a little hot and scattered.
You exhausted yourself with beautiful sunshine; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere. You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us, leading us to the peak of harvest and showing me a beautiful new world … Ah; You lick it with love and grind it.
In your teaching career, you are as sweet as a clear spring and have the noblest feelings of mankind. Your love is more severe than your father's. With you, you have sown spring and ideals.
My teacher, this is also your art of education. Sunshine is generally warm, spring breeze is generally warm, and people are smiling, so the garden is so gorgeous. Which one does not have your efforts and which one does not have your smile! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, it is always convenient for others. Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? If you are compared to a clam, it is more delicate than maternal love and purer than friendship, with that lamp hanging behind it. You are a beautiful cultivator, moistened by beautiful rain and dew, and your spirit will always remember my heart, bearing the students' steady and upward climb step by step. Then the students are the sand in the clam, with countless proud and happy memories, and our hearts are full of grass. You are more like a nameless root, allowing young trees to thrive and branches to bear rich fruits.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts. The value of fireflies praised the vastness and depth of the sea.
And dedicated to you-I have a broad mind, but I don't ask for anything in return, and I will never send a bucket of water. Giving and taking care of others at the right time is a good gardener's skill; Your respect illuminates others. Peaches are ripe, but plums are ripe.
Teacher! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. As sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as intimate as a gurgling stream. But the motherland has made achievements in all directions, and sand grains have become pearls. But you keep them in your heart, just looking at a garden to be developed. If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm, stirring people's hearts like a running river ... Spring silkworms have never said anything about themselves all their lives, and the silver silk they spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you. Your love, a learned teacher.
You are like a candle, the cleanest? It's you, teacher. Everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland.
3. How to write my teacher's 300-word composition? You were the most beautiful at that moment.
In the flowing time, I once again think of your face better than fireworks, and think of the sunset that day. ...
In a pair of immature eyes, a warm figure appeared, and it was unforgettable to unload the warm seat in the rain. Therefore, whenever the rain blows across the earth, under the dense light, your figure is looming, changing your style, lingering in your heart ... memories pour in, and the picture vaguely shows the dusk of the movie. The girl stood at the end of the corridor behind her, and the torrential rain crossed the sky. As the picture goes away, everything seems to have gone back to the past. Aside from that wall, during that time, broken memories were intertwined into sweet dreams again. ...
I will always remember that evening, the kindergarten students were picked up by their parents and held in their arms. When I was at the kindergarten gate, I was alone at the end of the corridor, as if a sudden storm had isolated me from the outside world. With the passage of time, heaven and earth gradually became a black and white world, black as death and dazzling white, so naturally it became the earth and the earth became the sky. It's just that I can't blend into this cold world. ...
Fantasy over and over again, at the other end of the corridor, a figure will suddenly appear, calling to me: daughter, don't be afraid, mom is coming to pick you up. I must jump up at once and let all the time I am afraid stay under her warm body temperature. However, for a long time, this person did not appear. I heard you. At this time, a song called "Loneliness" began to ring in the ancient distance ... Time always flies, and fear began to spread all over the body, devouring every inch of the body. I looked at the empty campus, as if there was something hidden in every dark corner, staring at me. From all directions. I rushed into the rain and let it ravage me. Is it cold? I can't feel it anymore. I fell in the rain again and again and stood up again and again. The wound was bleeding, but I didn't respond. I just ran forward. I only hope to see the familiar flower umbrella and kind face at the school gate. But, nothing. Mom, I knew you would come! So I stood stubbornly in the rain for a long time. ...
At the empty school gate, the wind is shaking at will, crossing a series of hypocritical defense lines, and confidence collapses in the ruins. Mom, don't you want me? I leaned feebly against the wall and fell to the ground. Suddenly, I saw a pair of big shoes on the ground. I don't know when the wind will no longer pierce my heart; I don't know when the rain will no longer be mixed with tears; I don't know when there is a sky above my head; I don't know when I have someone to snuggle up to ... when I look up, a familiar face comes into view, thin water vapor. I can't see the expression on her face clearly, but I feel the warmth I have never felt before. All feelings are produced in an instant, without reservation or stagnation.
Your face approached me, and when my eyes met, I finally saw your face clearly. So, I murmured, "Teacher, you are so beautiful …".
My teacher's composition is 400 words. My most respected teacher is my head teacher, Mr. Zhang.
She is as strict with us as her mother and loves us. Miss Zhang has long hair. She is kind and amiable.
Once, my handwriting was crooked and very ugly. Teacher Zhang kept me and asked me to write again.
Teacher Zhang asked me to write neatly and regularly before letting me go home. I hated teacher Zhang at that time and thought, isn't it just a few words? Isn't writing well the same as writing badly? Why do you write over and over again? It is a waste of time to write words in a standardized way.
When I got home, I told my mother why I stayed. My mother told me: "Words are a facade, from which you can see a person's character. Teacher Zhang's strict requirements are correct and he is responsible for you. Your handwriting is good, it is your own, and no one can steal it. "
After listening to my mother's words, I understand Mr. Zhang's intention and admire him even more. Since then, I have been like a first-grade pupil, practicing calligraphy every day, and writing neatly and regularly no matter what homework I write.
After a while, my handwriting was more beautiful and standardized than before, and I was praised by the teacher many times. This is the result of teacher Zhang's strict requirements! Teacher Zhang is strict with us in study and cares about us in life.
There are 46 students in our class. In order to let the students devote themselves to their studies, Mr. Zhang visited every family in his spare time and knew every child's family situation like the back of his hand, thus giving us timely care. Teacher Zhang will also observe words and deeds! Whenever a classmate is sick, she always asks her classmate what's wrong and whether she has taken any medicine. If the illness is serious, she will take her classmates to see a doctor herself, so that they can get timely treatment.
Once when I was playing, I accidentally cut my hand. After the teacher knew, he quickly took me to the school infirmary for treatment. The bleeding stopped and a band-aid was put on. I was so excited. I am really proud of having such a strict and considerate teacher.
This is one of my most respected teachers-Miss Zhang.
My teacher's 400-word composition is humorous.
His face has eyes the size of black grapes, a high nose, a big mouth, a round chin and long hair. This is the head teacher of our class-Miss Yu. She is cheerful, lively, caring and strict with us. All the students in our class like her very much. If you don't believe me, I will tell you.
Teacher Yu is very concerned about us. Last semester, I was very sad that I was not elected as a class cadre. Teacher Yu comforted me and said, "Don't be sad, it doesn't matter. I didn't make it this time. Why don't you work hard and try to win the election next time? " After listening to Mr. Yu's words, I immediately felt uncomfortable and secretly vowed that I would run for public office next time. Unexpectedly, I really got my wish this time. I'm so happy! Another time, I accidentally fell down the stairs and bruised my hands and legs. Teacher Yu knew about it and immediately came to help me and sent me to the infirmary. I really should thank Mr. Yu!
Teacher Yu is very strict with us. Especially when writing new words, Mr. Yu corrected them very carefully. You can only write new words if you read them wrong by Mr. Yu. Well played, you have to copy it again! I often misspell the word "Sue". Thank you, teacher Yu, for pointing it out to me and letting me rewrite it. Don't make any mistakes when you dictate "Su" in the future! Under the strict requirements of teacher Yu, I gradually got rid of my carelessness. I really want to thank teacher Yu!
This is our head teacher-Miss Yu, who cares and cares for our growth like her mother.
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My teacher
My head teacher, Miss Hong, is our Chinese teacher. She is a middle-aged woman with big round eyes, slightly upturned nose, fair skin and very black hair. She often wears pigtails and speaks loudly.
Miss Hong is so knowledgeable that any questions raised by her classmates can't beat her.
Teacher Hong is very sweet. Once, when I was in physical education class, I fell on the playground and broke my leg. I ran back to the classroom crying. Teacher Hong happened to be here. She saw it and said, "Are you okay?" Then I took out the potion from under the platform to clean my wound, applied it carefully and comforted me constantly. I looked at her kindly, just like my mother.
Miss Hong is very strict with her classmates. One day after class, the teacher was in a mess. The students were still fighting until the class began. Just as Mr. Hong came in, he picked up his pointer and gave it a hard knock on the platform, and the classroom suddenly became quiet. Miss Hong scolded us loudly again, telling us not to make noise in class in the future, or we will be punished for one day! The frightened students dare not make any noise.
This is our teacher. She is caring and strict. She is both our teacher and our friend and mother.
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In grade one, I have a kind teacher. She is slim, round face, a pair of curved arch eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes embedded, a head of black hair, very beautiful. She is our head teacher-Miss Liu Ying. Open point
I remember once, the teacher asked us to read the text, and I was dizzy just in the middle of it. Then, I felt my feet weak, and I saw the stars in front of me. After a while, I sat on the stool, and the teacher came over and said to me softly, "What's the matter with you?" I stammered, "I-I-I feel dizzy." The teacher touched my head with a warm hand, touched her head again and said, "Oh, you have a fever!" " "I said, and took me to her office, and my temperature was -38. At 5 degrees Celsius, the teacher kept calling my home, but my home was away, so I won't be able to come back for a while. The teacher quickly took me to the school hospital, bought me medicine and went back to the teacher's office. The teacher gave me medicine again, and the teacher gently said to me, "Come on, drink the medicine and you'll be fine." "
Although this package of medicine is bitter, it gives me a sweet feeling. Because this medicine bag contains the teacher's care for the students. Highlight the center
Thank you teacher! In our young mind, your hard sweat is flowing and the seeds of knowledge are sown. We are proud to have you as an amiable and respectable teacher. Deepen the theme
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I have an amiable teacher, Wang. He is plain-looking. He has a pair of bright eyes under his small head and a mouth under his flat nose.
The teacher is very kind to us. Class is over. Let's play and chat together. We help the teacher kick his legs, and the teacher will praise us. Just like that time, Wu kicked the teacher, and the teacher praised her for not teaching him for nothing. Look at these children. I teach them how to do it, and I don't help the teacher beat his leg. Sometimes the teacher will ask us to help him pull out his white hair. That time, Wang pulled the handle even harder, and Miss Wang praised her even more.
Sometimes when students make mistakes, the teacher will reason with them, tell them questions, and finally say sorry to each other. Just like Yu and Sun Wei had a fight today, the teacher knew and rushed over. Teacher Wang told them a lot of things and even talked about the future and future.
Yesterday, a great event happened in Pai Yuxue's class. It happened that Mr. Wang was on duty in our class. The teacher immediately asked Pi Yuxue to call home. And Zhu Yuting fever. Arriving at school a few days later, the teacher asked Zhu Yuting if he was ill. By the way, does your head still hurt?
The teacher lives in Dawang, far away. He studies at 6: 30 in the morning and has to get up at 5: 30 to be here. Teachers are really hard.
At school, teachers are our parents. I love our parents.
My teacher's composition is about 350 words.
I can't forget our teacher Gao. Miss Gao looks about 20 years old, with white skin, big eyes and small nose. She always smiles when she walks into the classroom. Some people compare teachers to gardeners, while others compare teachers to candles. I compare Miss Gao to a kind mother.
I got 69 points in a Chinese exam, which was very sad. At this time, Miss Gao looked at me with gentle eyes, as if to say, "You usually do well in exams. How did it get so low this time? " After school, Miss Gao called me to my office and asked me, "What is the reason why you did so badly in this exam?" I said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gao. I didn't review well this time. I didn't think carefully when I did the problem. I didn't check it carefully after I finished writing, so I got such a low score. Please forgive me. I will do well in the next exam. I will be more careful in the future and will not let you down. " From then on, I studied harder, asked questions if I didn't understand, and my grades finally caught up with the original level, a little more than before. She smiled so sweetly and happily.
Miss Gao has been teaching me and is not at all relaxed about my study. I think Miss Gao is like my father, and I am really proud of having such a teacher.
Ah! Miss Gao, I will always remember your teachings and never forget your concern for me.
7. My teacher's composition is 300 words.
One of my most respected teachers is my head teacher. She is as strict with us as her mother and loves us.
The teacher has long hair. She is kind and amiable. Once, my handwriting was crooked and very ugly. Teacher Zhang kept me and asked me to write again. The teacher didn't let me go home until I was told to write neatly. I was very unhappy at that time and thought, isn't it just a few words? Isn't writing well the same as writing badly? Why do you write over and over again? It is a waste of time to write words in a standardized way. When I got home, I told my mother why I stayed. My mother told me: "Words are a facade, from which you can see a person's character. The teacher's strict requirements are right and he is responsible for you. Your handwriting is good, it is your own, and no one can steal it. " After listening to my mother's words, I understood the teacher's intention and made me admire the teacher more. Since then, I have been like a first-grade pupil, practicing calligraphy every day, and writing neatly and regularly no matter what homework I write. After a while, my handwriting was more beautiful and standardized than before, and I was praised by the teacher many times. This is the result of teacher Zhang's strict requirements!
Teachers are strict with us in study and care about us in life. There are 46 students in our class. In order to let the students devote themselves to their studies, the teacher visited every family in their spare time and knew every child's family well, so as to give us timely care. Teachers also observe words and deeds! Whenever a classmate is sick, she always asks her classmate what's wrong and whether she has taken any medicine. If the illness is serious, she will take her classmates to see a doctor herself, so that they can get timely treatment. Once when I was playing, I accidentally cut my hand. After the teacher knew, he quickly took me to the school infirmary for treatment. The bleeding stopped and a band-aid was put on. I was so excited. I am really proud of having such a strict and considerate teacher.
This is one of my most respected teachers.
8. My teacher's composition is 300 words. My head teacher, Mr. Wu, is about 40 years old, of medium build, with a square face and black hair. A pair of eyes that are not too big always reveal a dignified light.
In study, the teacher is very strict with us. We are required to listen carefully in class, finish our homework carefully after class and write neatly. Once, a classmate's homework was so scrawled that the teacher scolded him loudly and tore it up for him to write twice.
The teacher is very considerate. Once, when I was playing after class, I fell down, broke my face and walked into the teacher's office crying. The teacher quickly took out the potion and applied it to me. I still kept comforting me and said, "Apply some medicine, and it will be all right in a minute. Dry your tears. Men should be strong and pay attention to safety when playing in the future. "
Look at his kind appearance, he really looks like my father. This is my teacher. He is caring and strict. He is both my teacher and our friend, leading us to swim in the ocean of knowledge.
9. Write a composition about the teacher. Standing under the bright red flag, we ushered in an unforgettable Teacher's Day. At this happy, warm and exciting moment, on behalf of all the students, I extend our purest, most sincere and warmest hearts. I wish all the teachers in No.1 Middle School who care about and cherish our growth a happy holiday. We even hope that our greetings and blessings can smooth the wrinkles on the gardener's face, wipe off the frost on the gardener's temple and make the gardener's wise eyes shine forever!
Being a teacher is hard, but the work of shaping the soul is great; The burning of red candle is short-lived, but it is eternal for her to burn herself and illuminate other people's hearts. You are great not only because (student 5 1.com) taught us scientific and cultural knowledge, but also because you set a good example for us.
Teacher, thank you for making us confident and able to surpass ourselves. You have proved to us with facts that learning is not a burden, but a pleasure and responsibility, and a key to the world we have never known before. You taught us to explore boldly, discover and discover with our own brains and hands, and make life full of surprises!
Thank you-teacher, you are a person we can trust forever, and you will ask for help when you encounter difficulties in life. You let us know that we can tell you everything if we want. You often say that you were once a child, so you can understand the joys and sorrows of children.
Thank you, teacher, for letting me know that we can learn from failure, accumulate strength in difficulties, and look for light in the dark. You gave us the courage to use our brains and asked us to be open-minded. You put beauty in our hearts and give us guidance, insight and imagination to build our lives. No matter what we build, you always help us lay a good foundation, and you have done your best for our growth! Perhaps with the passage of time, every detail of your lecture will be forgotten by us, but your enthusiasm, courage and kindness will always exist.
Thank you for never laughing at us. When we try, you always pay close attention to it. Even if the result is so insignificant, you always let us know that you have seen our achievements. You let us know that life can be as thin as paper, as deep as the sea and as wide as the sky, and we must make our own choices. Every problem, discovery and experience you led us through fascinated us and showed us the flashing wisdom in the ocean of knowledge.
Suddenly one day we found that you were old, tired and tired. You don't need others' understanding, comfort and support, but you are so silent, quiet, resolute and solemn at this moment.
Red candle, your flickering candlelight is as shaky as your tired and thin body, but it is so firm in the eyes of students: your dripping tears wet your clothes. You know, in the eyes of students, it has cast the most perfect sculpture under your feet.
Dear teachers, your light and heat are limited, but it is your limited light and heat that blend together and ignite the radiant light of the motherland's take-off!
Finally, I wish all teachers a happy holiday again!
10. My teacher is a diligent gardener, just like a mother.
My Chinese teacher is such a teacher. She has slender warm hands, bright eyes and short yellow hair. She is of medium height.
Although his face is full of wrinkles, he still looks so amiable. He gives us mother-like warmth and thinks of us everywhere.
She is full of confidence in the future of each of us. She will not be prejudiced against students because of their poor academic performance, nor will she like students who study well alone.
In her eyes, they are all equal, and there is no distinction between superiors and subordinates. In her eyes, we all have a bright future.
This makes me admire her very much. Sometimes she goes to class when she is ill.
I was ill, but I still insisted on giving us lessons. Moreover, sometimes we don't listen to our teachers and make them angry. However, the teacher is not angry with us. He still patiently explained things to us with a calm attitude and patiently endured us.
My Chinese teacher will always be a tall image in my heart, a hardworking gardener, and we are destined to become useful talents of the motherland. This is my teacher, an amiable teacher.
Chapter 1 We ushered in the new semester with a brisk pace. The new semester contains new expectations for parents and new ch