每当我步入母校,总忘不了她曾待过的斗室;每当我漫步在小道上,耳际似乎又响起了她扫地的“沙沙”声……她——我母校的保健老师。只有调皮的学生擦破了皮,才会想起她;每当教师节,多少老师的贺卡堆成了小山,而她,如果能有几张就能让她十分高兴。默默无闻的她总是带着微笑。给孩子 Whenever I step into my alma mater, I can’t forget the room she used to stay in. When I walk on the trail, it sounds like she’s rustling... She--my maternal health teacher. Only the naughty students scratched the skin, they would think of her; every teacher’s day, how many teachers’ greeting cards piled up into the hill, and she, if you can have a few can make her very happy. She is always obsessed with a smile. Give children