My math teacher

When I first entered the eleventh school, all kinds of new things made me nervous and uncomfortable, and a story happened between someone and me, which made me relax quickly. She was my math teacher.

She looks sweet, her voice is gentle, and her simple clothes reveal wordless nobility; She is gentle and kind, conscientious, dignified in her low tone, and a famous "error correction expert" in our grade. I have an indescribable closeness to her. Although math courses are my weakness (I always feel inferior because I didn't learn Olympiad in primary school), every time I actively correct my mistakes, I don't mention how happy I am when I see her smile and hear her encouraging words.

Once, when I failed to correct my mistakes in time, she ordered my name in front of the whole class. At that time, I was ashamed and ashamed. I quickly corrected my mistakes and handed them in, and I never dared to delay again.

Because of this teacher, my math scores have gradually improved, but there is one thing that keeps me high in math scores …

"* * *, have you handed in your homework yet?" The teacher's words brought back my thoughts in the horizon. "Ah? Oh, no ... no ... ""hand it in quickly, and class will begin soon! Written in the review. "My face suddenly turned red, pretending to flip in my schoolbag. "Teacher, I forgot to bring that. Can I give it to you after school today?" "For the sake of your usual good performance, I will give you a break first." The teacher pretended to be angry and said.

After school.

After the bell rang at 5:00, I wandered aimlessly in the teaching building, completely forgetting the math homework. It was not until a classmate asked me what homework I had today that I suddenly remembered yesterday's math homework ... "Oops!" In the mind a surprised, quickly ran to the tutor class, in the ear, opened the bag, took out a math reader and exercise book, and wrote in a panic. After half an hour, my homework was finally finished, but my heart has fallen to the bottom. "Hey, the teacher must have already left, and the score is gone." Thinking like this, I walked sadly to the door of her classroom. Suddenly, some places in my heart seemed to be lit up ... A figure in a dress was sitting at a desk, meticulously correcting homework ...

Rubbing his eyes and looking again, it was a teacher! She held a red pen in her hand slightly wearily, staring at the exercise book intently, sometimes frowning slightly, sometimes shaking her head gently, and sometimes marking something on the exercise book. When she looked at it, my eyes became hot and my heart jerked. Suddenly, when she looked up, she saw me standing at the door in wait for a while, smiled, greeted me to come in, carefully corrected my homework, listened to her voice and looked at her slightly gaunt face, and my heart suddenly tightened. "Yes, the teacher works so hard every day, not only corrects homework for us, but also prepares lessons and lectures, and cares about the growth of each of our classmates. We should repay her well!" From then on, I worked hard, showed my spirit of persevering in learning Go, listened carefully to lectures, did problems and corrected mistakes, and gradually mathematics became my dominant course.

Every time I think about it, I am moved, and I pay more respect to my teacher. Teacher, you have taught me what love is, what care is and what dedication is. I want to say to the teacher: "Thank you, teacher!"