11月12日晴那是我刚上一年级的时候,教室外有一个温柔的声音传来:“小朋友们,你们好!”我的直觉告诉我,一定是某位妈妈的声音,然而,我猜错了,迎面走来的,是一个中等身材的陌生女教师。上课了,我和同学们自觉地站起来,向她行礼并一一自我介绍。听完我们的介绍,她高兴地拍拍手,说起了自己的名字,我们专心听着,却不知道,就是这位老师,陪伴着我们走了三年幸福、快乐的语文学习道路。 On November 12, it was clear that when I was just in the first grade, there was a gentle voice outside the classroom: “Children, you guys!” My intuition told me that it must be the voice of a mother, however, , I guess wrong, come in the face, is a strange female teacher of medium stature. Class, my classmates and I consciously stood up, salute her and introduce themselves one by one. After listening to our introduction, she happily clapped her hands and talked about her own name. We listened attentively, but did not know it. He was the teacher who accompanied us for the happy and happy path of Chinese learning for three years.