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The Beauty and Kindness of My Teacher |
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My teacher has a round face with two curved eyebrows under her clear and shining
eyes, and a cherry-like small mouth below her high nose. Usually, she ties up
her jet-black and thick hair in a beautiful braid, revealing a pretty hairpin.
Our teacher is a beautiful and gentle person.
In the warm afternoon breeze, carrying the scent of orange peel, people feel
tired. But when Ms. Xiong gives us a writing class, we are all immersed in her
fascinating lectures. She explains while looking at each one of us, her eyes
full of joy. Sometimes, she plays a beautiful tune on the blackboard with her
gentle hand. Sometimes, she asks us questions, and when we answer correctly, she
smiles happily, her beautiful eyes curling into a crescent shape, her smile as
radiant as the sunshine in spring. The autumn sunshine shines on her like gold,
and our teacher is as beautiful as an angel.
I was born timid and did not like to speak in class. So, I never raised my hand
to speak. Whenever the teacher looked at me, I wished I could crawl under the
desk. Once, the teacher asked me to read an essay and asked, "Do you want to
read it, or do you want me to read it?" I said, "Teacher, please read it for
me!" The teacher gently stroked my head and encouraged me to speak boldly.
Whenever the sunny days come, and whenever I look up at the spotless white
clouds in the sky, there is always a voice ringing in my ear, very clear, that
is the voice of my teacher teaching me how to be a good person. |
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