The teacher's love is like the spring breeze, bathing our happy study. Teacher's love is like dew, which moistens our hearts. Teacher's love is like a trickle of spring water, accompanying us to grow up healthily.
Mr. Zhang is our new head teacher. He has only been in office for two months and won the love of his classmates in a short time.
She not only speaks very well in class, but also cares about her classmates as much as her own children. Even if someone did something wrong, she never beat and scolded, and always patiently reasoned with us. The teacher saw our achievements and praised us with a smile, which was sweeter than eating honey.
It's cold, and the teacher reminds us: "Put on more clothes and don't come too early every day." A five-minute delay is a great care for students who come from afar. The back wall of our classroom is the Beishan wall, and the back is cold. She told us to prepare cotton vests ... and she thought of all these little things in daily life for us. Let us feel motherly care.
I sprained my ankle by accident. The teacher ran to the playground, fondled my injured leg affectionately and asked with concern, "Does it hurt here?" "hmm." I looked at the sweat on the teacher's face and replied. The teacher immediately helped me step by step to the school gate. When I arrived at the school gate, the teacher took a taxi to take me home. When I got home, my teacher and grandmother said something to me, and then I left in a hurry. Looking at the teacher's hurried back, a warm current flooded my whole body. ...
In the evening, the phone rang again. I looked at the number and it was the teacher. I quickly picked it up. "What about me, teacher, xxx?" Does it still hurt? Don't worry, if you can't go to school tomorrow, you can rest at home, and when you fall behind, the teacher will make up for it for you ... "
What I said made my heart warm ... I secretly made up my mind to live up to the teacher's concern and repay the teacher with practical actions.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. The teacher's love, so quietly infiltrated, will not dry up.