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Does your teacher have a magical mouth? Does your teacher have a pair of sharp eyes? My teacher has it! She is my homeroom teacher, Ms. Ye, an amiable Chinese teacher!

Classes come to life.

When Mr. Ye was in class, he would use a loud and lifelike voice and vivid, exaggerated, and wonderful expressions to explain the text, which fascinated me, and I felt like a movie in front of me, and the scene in the text appeared, as if I had entered the content of the text. Once, when the teacher taught the lesson "Watching the Tide", I was not interested in the tide of the Qiantang River at first, but as the teacher listened, I gradually became fascinated and said that "the river is very calm, and the further you go, the wider it becomes......"In this part, the teacher's expression was very calm and his voice was very gentle, which made me feel that the Qiantang River was very calm; read "Closer, only to see the white waves......The teacher's mood and language were very excited, and a louder and louder voice came out of her closed mouth, looking at her excited expression, her face turned red, and I entered the world of texts again, and felt that the classroom was full of water. My teacher has a magical mouth!

When I can turn a text into a movie, I always like to sit there and listen to the teacher talk and dance for a while, and dance and ...... for a while

A serious and responsible teacher.

My teacher has a pair of sharp eyes, and he doesn't let go of a classmate who makes small movements, and the teacher only needs to glare at that classmate, and he just sits there honestly. Once, I didn't endorse it, but Teacher Ye found out and left me for endorsement, so tired that my mother waited anxiously at the school gate. After memorizing, I went home ashamed, but the teacher's gaze is still hard to forget.

I don't dare to quit my homework anymore.

Look, this is my teacher, Mr. Ye, who I love and fear at the same time.

Memory is the diary of the soul, the testimony of the beautiful past, and the best gift given to us by the years, so cherishing memory is to cherish the colorful life.

Green memory.

When I met you, your radiant face was deeply imprinted on my heart. I remember that in an unfamiliar class, I was timid and cowardly, sitting in my seat, expecting to meet familiar people, but no. When you were disappointed, you showed up, you told me that your name was Ying, and chatted with me enthusiastically to help me drive away the loneliness in my heart.

At that moment, you planted the seeds of friendship in each other's hearts. In the days to come, we took care of it together and made it bear the fruit of friendship. Treasure this green memory and treasure the first blooming friendship.

Blue memories.

How happy I was the moment I received your email. Ever since you changed schools, I've been looking forward to hearing from you every day. But a month passed without any news, and I thought our friendship had died because of the distance.

But your short sentence brought me hope - my heart will always be with you, and I miss you Ying. Originally. The continuation of friendship comes from the heart, no matter how much the connection is, as long as there is a piece of sky left in the heart, so simple words will also bring a smile.

Treasure this blue memory and treasure the true meaning of friendship.

Golden memories.

Before the morning mist had lifted, we set off on our bikes. Along the way, our laughter like silver bells spread out in the wind. When we arrived at the park, you and I were walking hand in hand on the path, and the air was mixed with the unique fragrance of grass, which you said was your favorite smell.

We walked side by side on the chairs on the side of the road, watching the morning sun rise from the sky, quietly enjoying the friendship that belonged to us. The sun shone through the dappled leaves on us, and it was very warm. I think our friendship is like this golden sunshine, which always brings each other a comfortable peace of mind.

Treasure this golden memory and treasure the fruit of the Tree of Friendship.

Treasure colorful memories and treasure a rich and beautiful life.

With the passage of time, the golden dream of childhood has quietly passed, but the scene full of childlike fun has long been frozen in my memory.

When I was rummaging through things that day, I stumbled upon a photo album that had been hidden in a cabinet for a long time. I opened it curiously, and the memories of my childhood were vivid in my mind......

Turning to the first page of the album reminded me of the funny story of picking strawberries with my father. As I walked to the field, I walked my dad up his trouser legs, wore a huge straw hat, and held a plastic basin in his hand. After I was "armed", I followed my father.

Because I carried too many things, I was small and swayed like a duck when I walked. Dad couldn't help but laugh when he saw my embarrassed appearance. He simply picked up the camera and "crackled-" to take this **.

Seeing it now, I really want to go back to the innocent world I used to have.

Hahaha....I laughed. This ** was taken while visiting Zhuhai. At that time, my brother and I were chasing after me in the marble-paved square, running with a happy smile on our faces.

Mom took a picture of ** when we were not expecting. When the ** washed out, I saw that my brother actually flew up. It turned out that when my mother was taking pictures of us, my brother happened to start jumping.

In the future, whenever a guest comes to the house, I will take out this ** to show off to them: "My brother has become an immortal!" "At this time, my brother would stare at me wide-eyed, and I couldn't laugh or cry.

Turning this page, what catches your eye is the ** taken during the "Panyu Xiangjiang Wildlife World". Behind my brother and I was a man-made tree that opened its mouth viciously as if it were going to devour us. But my brother and I were still smiling and ...... leisurely

Looking at the photos full of childlike fun, I feel as if I have returned to that carefree childhood. Although these are old things, they are like small glowing shells that will remain on the beach of my memory forever.

Maybe it was God who got tired after creating many smart girls and unknowingly created the silly me.

When I was seven years old, I heard the term "frog prince", which made me mistakenly think that a little frog could become a handsome prince. So, I hurriedly called my friends to catch frogs.

I have long since forgotten how I caught the frog, only that I came home exhausted and sweating. But I still don't stop, what do I have to do? - Hey, of course I'm going to bathe my prince!

What a pity! It was not an obedient prince that I had caught, but a mischievous one, swimming in the water, and from time to time jumping out of the water, splashing in all directions, and by the time I, the weak woman, had taken control of him, I was covered in water, as if it were not him who bathed, but me.

Immediately, my partners helped me with my life's work. They first tied a bow for my prince, which didn't matter, but they were about to strangle my prince to death, so I, who knew how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, said distressedly: Oh, just go straight to the church!

What do you do if it's so complicated! ＂

See! The partners helped to hold the prince and I to worship heaven and earth, worship the high hall, and worship husband and wife. In this way, my life's major events were done, and my partners were tired for most of the day, so they went home to rest.

What about the rest of me? The prince who watched me at home, I looked forward to it until late at night, and he was still a frog. I don't care about him anymore, so I just hug him and fall asleep, which can be regarded as a cave room.

The next morning, I hurried up to see the prince, who knew it was still a frog, and I threw it out of the window in ...... of anger

Looking back on my memory now, how naïve and stupid I was at that time! But it's also so happy. So it became a cherished memory for me. Sometimes I can't help but thank God for creating such a silly me, such a happy me!