My math teacher is Miss Wu. Is a young and excellent teacher. About thirty years old, with good features. There is a pair of glasses on the high bridge of the nose, which looks very gentle. She is not only conscientious in her work, but also conscientious and not careless at all.

I remember once, when I was studying "measurement" in my textbook, I had to investigate the local monthly precipitation. Teacher Wu personally went to the Meteorological Observatory to understand and help us collect accurate data. Although it is a small matter, I admire her serious attitude towards her work. She is not only serious about her work, but also considerate to us, which makes me very moved.

I remember once, I don't know why, I was very excited. I can't calm down after class and whisper to my classmates. Teacher Wu looked at me quietly, but I continued to coo with my classmates calmly and ungrateful. It was not until after school that the teacher called me to the corner. Repeatedly told me to be serious in class. I didn't criticize you just now because I was afraid that you would lose face in front of your classmates. You are so old, and you have to lose face. I suddenly felt ashamed, flushed and guilty. I want to say thank you, teacher.

It is you who gave me a ruler of life for us to measure every day, and you gave me a mirror of example for me to learn everywhere. I like your teacher, my amiable and respectable good teacher.