现在,我才知道,她一直在为我助威……八岁我告别了旧的数学老师,迎来了一个崭新又陌生的面孔,她就是新的数学老师。她姓王,个子不高,走起路来沉稳有力,戴副黑色的大眼镜,总是扎着一个不高不低的马尾,黑色的老式西装好像从来也没有换过。在她的课上,每每犯错,我便会迎来一顿严厉的批评和指责。那一年,屡屡挫败让我难以接受,稚嫩的心灵倍受打击,畏难情绪愈发严重,总在角落里偷偷抹掉夺眶而出的眼泪。 Now, I know, she has been cheering for me ... At the age of eight, I bid farewell to the old math teacher, ushered in a new and strange face, she is the new math teacher. Her surnamed Wang, tall, walked calm and powerful, wearing a pair of black glasses, always with a not inconsiderate ponytail, black old-fashioned suit seems never changed. In her class, whenever I make mistakes, I will welcome a harsh criticism and criticism. That year, frustration repeatedly made me unacceptable, immature soul was hit harder, fear of the more serious the situation, always quietly erase the tears in the corner.