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My math teacher.

I have three primary school math teachers, and now I am taught by Ms. Luo.

Teacher Luo is quite tall, her hair is pale yellow, and there are some curls at the back. She has big eyes, a nose that is neither flat nor too upturned, and a mouth that is neither too big nor too small. Teacher Luo usually wears earrings.

Because Teacher Luo is very beautiful, she can wear any clothes appropriately, and she will also wear fashionable clothes.

Teacher Luo is still very young, but he is very responsible for us, there will always be people who make mistakes when doing exercises in our class, because there is not enough time, so they can't explain in class, but the teacher will ask those students who write mistakes to stay after school, and then give them (her) the meaning patiently explained until they understand, and some of those students will complain: they left themselves so late. Don't they know that the teacher also stays in school, isn't that a waste of the teacher's time?

The teacher will explain to you because he cares about you, right?

Once, when we were finishing our homework at school, Ms. Luo walked around to see how we were doing our homework, and if someone didn't know how to tell him/her. The classroom was very quiet, I was doing it energetically, and I was about to finish it, but I didn't expect to kill a Cheng Cheng to bite the gold halfway - a topic couldn't be done, so I racked my brains and thought, the draft was listed for most of it, but I still couldn't do it, just as I was thinking about it, Mr. Luo came over and asked gently, "What's wrong?"

Is there a question you can't do? I nodded, and she moved the book in that direction, and when she had finished reading the title, she picked up her pen, opened the sketchbook, and gently crossed the topic, and spoke it to me gently. After I finished speaking, I suddenly opened my mouth, and my thoughts were like an open faucet, and I couldn't control it.

After finishing the question, Mr. Luo looked at my equation and said, "Now you understand, right?" I still nodded, and she went back to check the other students' homework......

Teacher Luo is like this, conscientious and responsible for her students, and her figure of bending down to explain to others will always be imprinted in my heart.

Time flies, and six years have passed like the waves of the endless Yangtze River, never to return. Now, the thousand-year-old space mentioned in the previous mouth is only the last bit of ant time left between the stars and the stars. When the morning sun shines on the earth countless times, will you, Mr. Wu of our graduating class, still remember?

I remember that class of students, and I remember the ....... of camphor leaves that we cleaned together that year

In the last period, our lump sum area was replaced by a large playground. Spring is wonderful, and the camphor leaves are beginning to change their clothes. The leaves are falling, and it seems to have returned to the golden autumn.

The leaves that were obviously withered yellow actually showed a little golden yellow, gilding the red and green playground with a layer of "gold". The birth, old age, sickness and death of the trees have made the campus full of vitality. In the eyes of others, it is a beautiful scenery, but in our eyes it symbolizes tiring labor.

When the morning came, I walked from the classroom to the playground with a broom on my shoulder. But when I saw that layer of "gold", "alas.......but the sighs rose and fell with each other.

Crying and mourning, our team of "old, weak, sick and disabled" walked forward. The pile had just been swept up, and before the bags came, they "rolled up and blew them away". It had just been swept away, and the wind hit the leaves again, covering the void without "gold".

At this time, you came, and after some command, you picked up a broom and swept it up. The broom is in your hand like a big knife danced by Guan Gong, and after a while, piles of leaves appear on the playground. At this moment, your cheeks are flushed, and your red-rimmed glasses slide down the sweat ...... your noseWe, the "little soldiers" dancing with brooms, were dumbfounded.

With your help, all the "gold" of the day is collected into rice bags. Steadfastness plays a huge role in everything, and the same goes for sweeping. Be down-to-earth, broom step by step, don't want to take shortcuts, there is labor and there is harvest.

You don't say a word, and tell us the truth of this life with actual labor. "Moisten the rain silently", you have moistened our hearts with your actions.

If the leaves of the camphor tree and the school of the camphor tree have been deeply imprinted in our hearts and are an indelible mark. The figure wearing red-framed glasses, carrying a little bee, and enlightening me with actions, has been reflected in my heart, leaving a charming silhouette.

At the beginning of this year, vbjkdnlksdkfbklvk, and you and the girls in the first few grades of anger will not double their basic skills.

A child waiting for his mother under the light held a book and watched and watched quietly.

He thought: Where did you read yesterday? Whether the Tibetan mastiff is dead or not, no, must not die. Hey, why aren't you here? It should be on the desk, right? Oh yes, what a hassle.

He opened the book, his eyes were immediately attracted by the words, "Huh" He sighed, it turned out that he saw that this brave Tibetan mastiff was finally saved! His eyes twinkled, as if something strange and surprising had happened; frowned again, ha, I know, I must have encountered something bad or had doubts; Look, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, what's wrong? It turns out that the Tibetan mastiff is **!

I'm so happy! Suddenly, his waist straightened, his brows furrowed, his mouth trembled, his hands trembled, I guess, eighty percent of them had encountered a scary scene, it seemed that he was really immersed. Before you know it, an hour passed.

He closed the book and walked to the shelf, his eyes eagerly searched for another book, but he hadn't found it for a long time, aha, it was here. He walked over to the chair at his desk and sat down.

He began to read another book more seriously, and as he looked at it, he saw the realm of fascination and selflessness again. Suddenly, his hearty laughter broke the chirping of crickets, and broke the silence of the night sky, which I thought was too cola. Suddenly, he was silent for a moment, and then thought quietly, his face became serious, and he continued to look at it, and his emotions changed so quickly!

He "exhaled" again and said to himself: "Finally finished reading!" ”

He closed the book and put it back on the shelf. He went into the bathroom to wash up and get ready for sleep. Who is this book lover? That's me! -