Dong Yu

1. Looking at the WeChat constantly popping up on my mobile phone, I boarded the train of memories.

When I was in the sixth grade, I liked math best. Every time the bell rings, I stand up straight and cross my arms, expecting. The math teacher stepped onto the platform with a book in his left hand. She glanced at her classmates kindly first, then opened the book, picked up the chalk and turned to write. The students followed her movements, brushing their books and staring at the blackboard.

The math teacher put strange math symbols in our eyes. The semicolon of "small short horizontal" is better than the one above and below. The diagonal line and the percent sign of two small circles lie on our paper smoothly. The bell suddenly broke into the classroom, and it was not until the teacher left the classroom that he realized that the math class was over.

4. The whole class is accompanied by a heated debate with classmates about solving problems, often with red face, rapid heartbeat and hoarse throat, but each refuses to accept it, and it is not until the teacher announces the correct answer that they are persuaded to shake hands with each other.

After school, I also ran to the teacher's office to discuss math problems around the table. The math teacher always encourages us. When I come home from school, it is often late at night.

6. I still vaguely remember that it was purple and blue that day. In winter, the wind will hurt my face, the wind will push me forward and my nose will flow down and suck it back. In summer, the wind will gently wipe the sweat off my face, but it is still too hot to breathe, and there is no fresh smell in the air. The little finger side of the right hand is always touched by pen ink, slowly wiping the little finger side, remembering the newly learned knowledge in math class, remembering the math problem that the teacher gave in class, remembering the way that the classmate was hit in the face because of the wrong answer, and remembering that the mood was immediately happy when the classmate spoke the problem today. After that, I hurried home in two steps just to solve the unfinished math problem again.

7, satiety, really good!

8. The teacher's WeChat is still being sent, all of which are words of encouragement, such as biting a sweet apple, watching TV for four hours in a row to do eye exercises, and reading my favorite novels non-stop ... I sent a "I will refuel" WeChat to the teacher.

9. Put down the phone, bend down and pick up the pen to solve the math problem of the fruit picked by others, and relive the feeling of enrichment.

It feels good to be full (revised)

Dong Yu

1. Looking at the WeChat constantly popping up on my mother's mobile phone, I thought of Teacher Liu and the fulfilling time with Teacher Liu.

When I was in the sixth grade, I liked math best. Every time the bell rings, I straighten my back, cross my arms on the table and stare at the door with wide eyes. Miss Liu came, wearing a shoulder-length pink dress and holding a book in her right hand, and walked onto the platform. She looked around her classmates first, and her eyes swept every corner with love. Then, she picked up the chalk and turned to write. The students opened their books with a brush, keeping their eyes fixed on the blackboard. ...

3. The math teacher put strange math symbols in our hearts, such as a small short semicolon, a small up and down comparison sign, a diagonal line and two small circles. These symbols, accompanied by his gentle voice, have become our curiosity about numbers and our inspiration when solving problems. We are immersed in the happy time created by the teacher. The bell suddenly broke into the classroom, and it was not until the teacher left the classroom that he realized that he had another math class. ...

4. Math also enriches recess. Students often argue about math problems in the whole class. When excited, he blushed and his heart beat, stamped his feet without hands, screamed at the top of his voice, and said his own truth. I was convinced and shook hands with each other until the teacher announced the correct answer.

Run to the teacher's office after school. Around the desk, she asks questions to the teacher. She is always patient, clear-minded, concise in language, smiling, frowning, meditating a little, then raising her face, looking at you and softly saying, "I'll tell you …"

6. The teacher's explanation seemed magical, and he sucked away the time unconsciously. After asking questions, when excited and happy faces appeared, it was already dusk. ...

7. I still vaguely remember that under the purple-blue sky, the winter wind will hurt my face and my nose will flow down and suck it back. Our whole class is running and playing games with Mr. Liu. Spring gently brushed the sweat off my face, rubbed pen and ink on my little finger while walking, and eagerly asked the teacher about the exam results.

8. Thinking about it, I secretly enjoyed myself.

I remembered the teacher's problems in class, the way my classmates were hit in the face by wrong answers, and the feeling of being as happy as winning a battle after telling my classmates the questions. ...

9. It feels good to be full! Three years is very fulfilling, because of teacher Liu, because of math! It's like being immersed in the air full of flowers.