王老师只教我们到三年级,可她的形象我却永远难忘。往昔的情景经常一幕幕浮现在我的眼前。记得二年级下学期的一天,正上着课。突然,王老师双手捂住了鼻子。我们看到,鲜血从她的指缝间线一般地流出来,一时间,讲台上是血,地上也是血,她身上也满是血。我们吓得手足无措,这时几个老 Wang only taught us to the third grade, but her image I will never forget. The past scenes often come to my eyes. I remember the second semester one day, is on the class. Suddenly, Wang covered his nose with both hands. We saw that the blood flowed out of the lines of her fingers. For a time, there was blood on the pulpit, blood on the ground, and blood in her body. We are terrified at this moment, when a few old