Diary 5 entitled The Teacher s Back .

The teacher's background, so terrifying, the teacher's back, so terrifying, the teacher's background, so painful...

Mr. Zhang is in his thirties, with a petite figure, shawl hair, and two dimples always appear on his cheeks when he speaks. She is an excellent teacher in my mind.

Half a month ago, during physical education class, I broke my leg and went to the doctor, my whole leg was wrapped in a cast, and I couldn't walk. At the end of the day, the homeroom teacher, Mr. Zhang, appeared in front of my hospital bed, and somehow, my eyes were full of tears, and I raised my head and called softly "Teacher". Teacher Zhang hurriedly waved my hand to tell me not to move, and comforted me

Military and civilian, there is no way to do it if something has happened. Recuperate with peace of mind, and I'll make up for the missed homework. However, we will continue to pay attention to safety in all situations.

I also wiped away my tears with a tissue. Before leaving, I told my mother to take good care of me. I looked at Mr. Zhang's back as he walked out of the ward and burst into tears.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, Mr. Zhang came to my ward again, carrying a few books, and did not wait for me to open my mouth. "Civilians, are you better? Teacher Zhang looked at my injured leg and said, "I want to make up for you today."

I quickly took out the books my mother had brought for me. Teacher Zhang explained the course to me in the past few days. I can't afford a few days of lessons in this short period of time.

I don't seem to understand, I don't know anything, and I don't know much about the teacher's questions. Teacher Zhang saw the confusion and said, "Military and civilian, don't worry, learn slowly!"

He took the trouble to explain it to me. Until I understand it all. Mr. Zhang's back reappeared at the door of my hospital room, but it seemed to be taller than before.

For six days, Mr. Zhang did this every day. On the tenth day, I returned home to recuperate. Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhang seemed to know that I was going home, and when it was time for school to end, Mr. Zhang appeared at my door again to help me make up the lessons.

One day, from noon, it began to rain. When it was time for school to get out, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and I looked at the door of the house as usual, and my mother said, "Don't look, the rain is so heavy, how can I tell Mr. Zhang to go, Mr. Zhang will not come."

I thought the same thing, but I was always nervous, and I couldn't help but look at the door from time to time. In the rain curtain, a familiar figure walked towards my house wearing an umbrella. I couldn't help but scream:

Mom, Mom, Teacher Zhang is here! Hearing the sound, my mother walked out of the back room, greeted the door, took the umbrella in Mr. Zhang's hand and kept saying, "Mr. Zhang, you are so good......Teacher Zhang smiled and gave me another lecture.

Today, somehow, the familiar figure wearing an umbrella in the rain curtain always comes to mind, so I can't hear Mr. Zhang's lecture clearly. Mr. Zhang had to explain it to me over and over again. Until the evening, until I get it.

The rain still kept falling, my mother had already cooked dinner, and invited Mr. Zhang to eat before leaving, but Mr. Zhang politely declined, opened his umbrella and walked into the rain curtain. I saw Mr. Zhang's back again, but the difference was that not only did it not disappear in the rain curtain, but it grew taller and taller.

Hangping Town Central Primary School Zhao Yuanye.

Every day, we have to face fullness.

It is a textbook of words, as well as the vigorous figure on the podium, the seemingly ordinary back, which reveals the countless sweat and dedication.

Every day, this back figure runs around the podium every day, and in order to let us all listen to the lecture well, he does not hesitate to shout hoarsely in his loud voice; In order for us to improve our grades, he gave up his time off; For the sake of our bright future in the future, he can use all his energy, no matter how tired and tired he is!

He gulped in the chalk ash and used the chalk on the cold blackboard, he wanted us to see it more clearly and concretely, so he raised his already sore hand on the blackboard. I admired the teacher's spirit at that time, and I couldn't interrupt the teacher's class because of this, so my heart was filled with too much gratitude!

On that day, the moonlight was hazy, and the faint moonlight shone on the ground. The teacher's house is still brightly lit, and he is preparing lessons for us so that we can "absorb" more knowledge the next day. The moonlight reflected the windows of the teacher's house, and the bright lights remained on until late at night.

On his desk, I deeply appreciated the greatness and hard work of the teacher: on the teacher's desk, a box of green throat treasures stood quietly in the upper right corner of the desk; A dictionary that has been turned over for many years, the outer skin has been taped and glued; Textbooks and textbooks are stacked together, and when they are opened, the notes inside are densely arranged on them; And the homework book is thick and high piled on the elbow, and there is a red pen on it, which is rusty, I asked the teacher why not replace it with a new one? He smiled and replied to me:

Can't it still be used? I change it with a break. "When I saw the teacher's old face, I felt very uncomfortable.

As usual, the figure on the podium continued to run, he was a great figure, a figure who worked hard for his classmates.

I love the figure on the podium, but what I love most is the indelible spirit of the figure.