Tang Xin Yu Liang education information consultation

In the wonderful four years, I met a Chinese teacher. She still appears in my mind from time to time, smiling at me. She has bright eyes, long curly hair wrapped around her chest, medium build, and often wears a black and white skirt. This is my second grade Chinese teacher, Miss Wang.

The teacher is very responsible for us. I remember once, I was absorbed in practicing my calligraphy stroke by stroke. Unconsciously, the teacher came to my side with light steps. She leaned down and stared at my handwriting. At this time, I just finished practicing calligraphy, and my hands are a little sore. I'm looking for the teacher's evaluation. I looked up and met the kind eyes of the teacher, and my heart was warm. The teacher bent down and said kindly, it's the word "forehead", and the left side is a little too big. I immediately realized the mistake, read the book carefully and found the shortcomings. The teacher took my hand and supported it on my back. Her long hair hung down from my head, so soft that my heart shook involuntarily. Then, the teacher wrote a song in my Tian Zige.

Teachers are also very strict. I once made a mistake when I was doing exercises. The teacher severely criticized me and told me with stern eyes that it is never right to make careless mistakes. Now, I have formed a serious habit, and I check carefully whatever I do, so that I never make mistakes in the exam because of carelessness. I know this is inseparable from the strict requirements of our teachers at ordinary times. I thank my teacher.

Teachers are like a bright lighthouse, guiding us to out of the dark's confusion and success with sunshine. I love my teacher.