My teacher

My teacher

　　A Journey of mountains and rivers, a few more wind and snow. Time like water, endless flow of brilliance. There‘s a whole class out there that’s excited about you.

　　The misty water is vast, the cloud and smoke has gone over the gap. The Summer of42, the past. As head of the class, you are very responsible. Although your throat is uncomfortable, you still stand on the three feet platform, let that blackboard open a piece of white flowers. Your Voice is too hoarse to speak, yet you remain at your post. You’re not used to speaking through a megaphone, and you‘re going to get dizzy, and this time you’re making an exception, and for our sake, you‘d rather be sick yourself, than have us hear that full-length triangle. Clothes flowing, a shore fleeting years. Because of you, the class is so colorful. You Open the door for us to mathematics, heart, the wind is open, eternal, mellow. When the lights are on, I see your familiar figure in the street. You are in a small stall looking at the dazzling array of colorful rope, a few minutes later, you left with a happy smile. I went to the booth and picked out. During a conversation with your boss, you learned that you had bought fifty-one colorful ropes, which is the exact number of people in your class. The next day at noon, you will call us one by one in front of us, tied to us, saying the year after year peace, peace and happiness.

　　Division love into the Milky Way, quiet light up the sky, not into the grass, green smile dyed the earth. Colorful rope contains your input to the class, your love makes the class become wonderful. It was a summer afternoon, you took two watermelons, to share with the students to eat. Look at the faces of students smile, your smile dimple such as flowers. You’re funny, like our friend. “We can not swallow the seeds of watermelon stomach AH, otherwise the stomach will grow watermelon”

　　everyone laughed, hearty laughter filled the class, your presence to make the class so wonderful. Memory of the terrier, who does not have two or three flowers Pingting, nameless development, wild lotus fragrance. The class because of you and wonderful, is your bit by bit to pay; the class because of you and wonderful, is your concern for us; the class because of you and wonderful, Love Eternal.

　　You are the world of April, laughter lit up the four winds.