Current location - Training Enrollment Network - Mathematics courses - Write a narrative "My first impression of my math teacher when I first entered high school". What happened to the 800-word math teacher?
Write a narrative "My first impression of my math teacher when I first entered high school". What happened to the 800-word math teacher?
She is my teacher in the first semester of Grade 234. Looking back now, she was only eighteen or nineteen. There is a mole about the size of Qian on the right corner of the mouth. In my memory, she is a gentle and beautiful person. She never scolds us Only once did her pointer seem to have dropped. I greeted it with a slate, and the pointer tapped on the edge of the slate. Everyone laughed, and so did she. I noticed with the child's sly eyes that she loved us and didn't mean to fight. How good children are at observing this. She taught us to dance after class, and I still remember that she dressed me up as a girl and performed dancing. On holidays, she takes us to her house and girlfriend's house. In her girlfriend's garden, she also let us observe bees. It was also at that time that I met the queen bee and ate honey for the first time in my life. She loves poetry, and she loves to teach us to read poetry with singing. Until now, I still remember the tone of her reading poems, and I can recite the poems she taught us: the round sky covers the sea, the black water holds the boat, the mountains are far away, there were only clouds and trees that day, and there were only seagulls on the water ... Today, I think about it, what a beneficial influence she has had on my literary road and my literary love! How can a teacher like this not like her and be close to her? When we saw her, we couldn't help but gather around. Even when she was writing, we all looked at her silently, and even the way she held the pen was eager to imitate. There is a little thing, I don't know if it is worth mentioning, but in retrospect, it occupied my heart at that time. My father was in the warlord army and didn't come back for several years. My mother and I are very worried about him, and we don't know if he is alive or dead. My mother often stands in front of a faded idol, burning incense and praying. Although I don't like my mother, I know a little. But among the children, my little "opponent" often shouts in my ear: "Oh, your father can't come back, he has been shot!" I was as sad as if my father had died. At this time, Teacher Cai helped me, criticized my "opponent" and wrote to comfort me, saying that I was a student with a "clear heart like water". In the children's world, how common it is for a teacher to eliminate a small dispute; But in retrospect, at that time, I felt very supported! In the eyes of a child, how kind, fair and great his teacher is. Every holiday, we are even more reluctant to leave her. I still remember, before the holiday, I stood silently beside her and watched her pack up such and such things. Teacher Cai! I don't know if you realize how attached a child is to you standing there! As for the summer vacation, how long is it for a child who likes teachers! I remember one summer night, when a mat was laid in the house and mosquito-repellent incense was lit next to it, I fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, and I don't know what time it is at night. I suddenly got up and went out in a daze. Mom stopped: "What are you doing?" "Looking for Teacher Cai ..." I answered vaguely. "Isn't it summer vacation?" Oh, I just woke up. Look at that cushion. I have walked six or seven feet. My mother pulled me back and persuaded me for a while before I fell asleep. How I miss my teacher Cai! Looking back now, I still think this is one of the treasures in my memory. A child's innocent heart is hard to compare with people in love! ..... When can I see my teacher Cai again? It's a pity that I didn't finish primary school, so I transferred to the fifth primary school in the county. From then on, I was separated from our teacher Cai.