我的数学老师姓蒋,也是我们的班主任,大家都亲切地称她为“蒋老师”。蒋老师教我们3年了,我们和她的感情十分深厚,就像多年的好朋友一样。她烫着卷发,嘴边还总是挂着微笑,像妈妈一样和蔼、平易近人。记得有一次上数学课,我没有留心听,老师布置我们做作业,我竟然做错了很多。蒋老师摸着我的头,问我为什么不会做,在得知原因后,不但没有责罚我,相反,还在我的身边耐心地辅导着我,直到我理解为止。还有一次,正上美术课,我肚子痛,趴在桌子上,脸色苍白。蒋 My math teacher surnamed Chiang, is also our class teacher, we all affectionately call her “Jiang teacher.” Jiang taught us three years, and we are very deep feelings of her, just like many years of good friends. She was curling her hair, his mouth always hanging smile, as mommy kind, approachable. I remember once on the math class, I did not listen carefully, the teacher arranged us to do homework, I actually did a lot wrong. Teacher Jiang touched my head and asked me why I could not do it. Not only did I not punish me after learning the reasons, on the contrary, patiently counseling me around me until I understood it. And again, on the art class, I had a stomachache, lying on the table, pale. Chiang