As soon as I see mathematics, it's as if the right brain is flour and the left brain is water. As soon as I shake my head, it becomes paste. I don't know anything. Because of this, ha ha, was the math teacher stared at it!
Alas! It's also a math class. Every time I take a math class, there must be some - Bao Bohan, Pei Ruidong, Liu Jiangli, he Xiang. So, I have to spend a lot of time on mathematics, and look at the blackboard and the teacher without blinking. Here! She came, a shawl hair, hair tail and a little wave, eyes like a small tender leaf, mouth red with a little powder, with a textbook, came quickly. I don't know why I always feel that there is a strong female flavor in her bones, just like the sixth grade English teacher, overbearing.
However, she is just like a gentle mother.
Oh! Today's English evening self-study changed to mathematics, everyone is sad and wailing, sure enough, we ushered in a hateful test paper. I stayed up until school was over. Listening to the beautiful melody of the bell at the end of class rings in my ear, I feel happy for a while. But then a cold voice broke it all: "after the correction, go home!" I thought to myself, I can't compare with not going to school!
Slowly, a batch of people left, I still scowled at the wrong question. The students who are doing hygiene have cleaned the classroom, but they can't clean my troubles. At last, there are only two people left in the class, I and the math teacher. I thought that all my classmates had gone home early, but I was still in the classroom alone, and I thought of my mountains of homework, my nose couldn't help feeling sour.
Finally, my mother's phone broke my last defense line, and the big tears fell on my glasses one by one. When the math teacher saw this, he said anxiously, "if you have anything that you can't do, ask, don't cry." I shivered as if I were standing in the ice and snow, and walked over shivering. Thanks teacher patiently and meticulously told me once, I still stand on the platform with fog and water.
Mom came and waited for me outside the classroom. When Miss Xie saw the time was late, she no longer asked me to revise it. Instead, she chatted with me like her mother, "we will not study hard." "I'm very supportive of you to ask me." "I just said recently that you have made great progress." Every word of encouragement warms me. I look at Mr. Xie and feel that motherly look is something I haven't seen from my teacher in seven years of school.
Teacher Xie, a mother like teacher!