My teacher is a beautiful and generous person. She has a pair of bright big eyes and a high become warped nose, and a mouth will smile, will be angry.
Her kindness. Big recess, she will jump rope, together with our next class still talking and laughing with your classmates, are our friends, we like her care saplings.
On one occasion, the school fire drill, as long as the alarm bell rang, the students have to be in the shortest possible time and orderly collection ran to the playground. In the second quarter on the language class, the alarm bell rang, the students can handle a quickly "in" the pen at the sky, waiting in line to gather on the playground. In the playground, we are waiting for the teacher in charge formation test, the teacher in charge beside xiao-wen ma stopped. The teacher frowned xiao-wen ma asked: "why did you not wear a coat?" Xiao-wen ma replied: "I forgot, I'm sorry, teacher." After listening to the teacher quickly took off his set in the body of the coat, set on the xiao-wen ma.
In this way, after listening to the teachers "wooshing" speech, the students are back to the class. We have a few good female classmate against the cold wind went into the building and turned and saw the teacher in charge in the boundless huge crowd a great figure, is so sweet!
This is my teacher in charge, we walk through together for five years, she just send small bud, we developed a vibrant young trees. The teacher, try to dead silk, les burn. You are like a candle, burn yourself, illuminates us, do you use chalk depicting the great story of a root. Teacher, you will always be our heart the most special gardener!
我的班主任是一位美麗又大方的人。她有一雙明亮的大眼睛和一個高翹的鼻子，還有一張會笑、會生氣的嘴巴。
她和藹可親。大課間時，她會跟我們一起跳大繩，下課時還跟同學們有説有笑的，是我們的大朋友，我們就像她精心呵護的小樹苗一樣。
有一次，學校要消防演練，只要警報鈴一響，同學們就得在最短的時間內有序的跑到操場上集合。就在第二節上語文課時，警報鈴響了，同學們迅速“整齊”地把手中的筆扔上了天，在排隊飛奔到操場上集合。到了操場，我們正在等班主任檢驗隊形的時候，班主任在馬曉文旁邊停下了。老師皺着眉頭問馬曉文：“你怎麼沒有穿外套?”馬曉文回答道：“我忘了，對不起，老師。”老師聽了後迅速把套在身上的大衣脱了下來，套在了馬曉文的身上。
就這樣，聽完老師們“文嗖嗖”的'演講，同學們陸續回了班。我們幾個要好的女同學迎着寒風走進了教學樓，回頭看見班主任在茫茫人海中偉大的身影，是那麼的親切!
這就是我的班主任，我們一起走過了五年，她把剛發小芽的我們，養成了一顆顆生機勃勃的小樹。老師，春蠶到死絲方盡，蠟炬成灰淚始幹。您就像蠟燭一樣，燃燒了自己，照亮了我們，您用一根根粉筆描繪着一個個偉大的故事。老師，您永遠都會是我們心中最特別的園丁!
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