My teacher and I were studying together

I like reading and am a happy reader. However, what is most unforgettable to me is the time when I was reading together with my teacher.

My teacher’s surname is Ye. He is thin and has a pair of eyes on the bridge of his nose. The eyes under the lenses revealed the light of wisdom.

I admire the teacher’s reading the most. It’s hard to imagine how such a thin body can burst out with so much enthusiasm. Sometimes it is like gurgling water, coming slowly; sometimes it is like a rushing river, full of passion; the teacher's voice takes us through the north and south of the motherland, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

In my spare time, I often ask my teacher for advice on how to read and write. My teacher and I are like a pair of close friends. We talked about many books. During the conversation, we witnessed Robinson's wisdom and bravery, lamented the helplessness of the little match girl, appreciated Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond", and appreciated Li Bai's heroic spirit and so on. We communicate our different opinions on books in various ways. I have a habit of excerpting good words and sentences when I encounter them in reading. When the teacher found out, he called it a "honey book" and said that I was like a bee, sucking greedily in the sea of ??books. The teacher often introduces good books to me. Every time I read a good book, I always express some thoughts and send them to the teacher by E-MAIL. The teacher often gives up his rest time to take the trouble to revise for me and point out my shortcomings. It is wonderful. The review enlightened me!

I remember one time, I wrote an essay about my grandfather. I thought it was very good, so I excitedly showed it to the teacher. The teacher picked up the composition and read it carefully. As the teacher looked at it, his brows wrinkled up, like a tiger. The teacher gave me an unqualified comment. She said: "This essay is not well written! It is too bland. It does not describe the characteristics of grandpa, and the details are not enough. Well, you go back and observe grandpa first, and then Let’s modify it based on some of the suggestions I mentioned!” Oh, how should I modify it? I frowned and thought about it. Thinking of grandpa's cross-legged posture, leisurely smoking, the "three-haired" head and teeth showing holes, I laughed "chichi". I came home, sat on the sofa, and stared at my grandpa. I followed him wherever he went. I also observed the way he smoked and muttered something. Grandpa smiled and said, "What are you doing? Why are you always following me?" ?” I smiled and ran away. After some careful revisions and the teacher's guidance, I tore out one piece of paper after another, and finally, a lifelike grandpa appeared on the paper!

Of course, sometimes my opinions are often praised by the teacher. The teacher encourages me to submit more articles. Under the guidance of the teacher, many of my short articles have been reported. I experienced the joy of writing. I like reading books more. ??

In this way, as we come and go, the friendship between our teachers and students becomes deeper! If books are the ocean of knowledge, then teachers are the navigators. You have truly made me a happy reader, letting me soar in the sky!

I love reading, and I love the time I spend studying with my teacher even more. Enjoying the fragrance of books with my teacher allows me to gain knowledge, happiness and enlightenment, and I also realize how much the teacher has devoted to us. effort and sweat! I love you! teacher!