My teacher wears glasses for more than 200 words.

My hair is tied behind my head, and my eyes are dignified and amiable. A simple dress makes people feel real at a glance. She is Miss Zheng!

For me, the first teacher in my life was Miss Zheng. I will never forget her eyes, because they can talk.

Once in class, my deskmate and I were whispering. The teacher found that instead of criticizing me, she gave a vivid lecture and stared at me silently with talking eyes, as if to say to me, "How can you talk in class?" You should set a good example for your classmates. "

I looked into the teacher's eyes and seemed to understand in an instant. I adjusted my sitting posture, sat up straight and stopped talking. Teacher Zheng stared at me again. This time, my eyes are full of praise and satisfaction. Teacher Zheng told me from this look that she was satisfied with my behavior of correcting mistakes.

After this silent conversation, the teacher continued to teach vividly. It seems that this has never happened. From then on, no matter what my classmates say in class, I won't listen, let alone speak.

During my six years in primary school, Mr. Zheng and I had countless silent conversations. There is praise, approval, criticism and encouragement. Every time I see her eyes, I will think of the scene of that "dialogue" and feel a warm current in my heart, which is my gratitude to the teacher's eyes. Because, the teacher's eyes, I got a lot. ...