When Jiang Xuezhi was in the first semester of junior high school, there was a new English teacher in the class. She was a female teacher, gentle and generous. That was the first time Jiang Xuezhi saw her in his class. Jiang Xuezhi liked her, but not to a certain extent. He just turned his head lazily and gossiped with his classmates. At that time, Jiang Xuezhi would never have thought that such an ordinary female teacher would later become the best and best teacher in her life. She would never meet a teacher like her again, never again, because Jiang Xuezhi felt that there would never be another teacher better than her.
She will have crow's feet, and she will become a middle-aged woman, with the smell of rice, oil and salt, but she will always be white, pure and kind, always young and beautiful, wearing a nude pink dress, standing on a three-foot podium, engraved in Jiang Xuezhi's youth.
After graduation, Jiang Xuezhi thought about it for a long time.
She is going to take the normal school entrance examination. She hopes that one day, the teacher she has liked for so long can proudly say to her students: "Look, these are the students I teach."
Purpose: If you meet a good teacher under the pressure of Chinese education, she imparts knowledge to you, teaches you the principles of life, makes jokes with you, and always encourages you regardless of whether your grades are good or bad, then you should thank God for allowing you to meet her.