Many students are muttering, as if "mathematics" is their natural enemy, no one wants to listen, and everyone feels bored after listening. I am no exception. Taking math class is like being enchanted. My limbs are weak and dizzy. Oh, I really hate it!
"Bell, bell, bell", the bell is still ringing, and the whole class is prone on the desks like frosted eggplant. "Students", "Stand up" and "Hello, teacher" are a solemn moment and a solemn voice. But listening to us shout is worse than mourning.
"Open the math book, we learned it yesterday ..." God, I'm going crazy to hear this sentence. I was lying on the table, dizzy, and didn't want to move.
Suddenly, an overwhelming force finally made me stand up straight. I began to slowly raise my head, and the adjacent table was also "disturbed". We all slowly looked up to find this power.
The silvery voice of the math teacher conquered me more and more and conquered the whole class. I put down my pen, and my classmate who was sleeping next to me was awakened. The students stopped all activities and stared at her. Flying chalk, neat performance, meticulous reasoning and scattered chalk dust all touched our heartstrings. No one sleeps, no one talks, no one is distracted. This power touched us, and this sound touched us. Let the cold air become hot and dry, let the quiet sunshine splash, and make the sleeping world excited. Students listen carefully, cooperate tacitly, discuss enthusiastically and practice seriously. ...
When we started wandering, her rough voice pulled back our souls, and we were once again impressed by her strength and voice. The eyebrows are soft and the voice is high and low, which is also mixed with a touch of humor. What's more, some of the uninhibited loess plateau and the beautiful water towns in the south of the Yangtze River are simply perfect north-south integration for her!
Oh! We are completely attracted by her, not because of her beauty, but because of her outrageous strength. Her strength is enough to shock people and make them go forward bravely. Even the birds outside the window were attracted by her and stopped crying. Everything in the world stays at this moment. ...
"Bell, bell, bell", the bell finally rang, but we are still immersed in that hot moment and have not recovered. God, this is not a math class, but an exciting speech! Her voice, her movements, and her expression are still in my mind. I'm drunk!