The composition in the second volume of the fourth grade went to my good teacher.

Teachers are like gardeners, and teachers are like mothers. This is absolutely correct. Mr. Zheng is a teacher who treats his students like his own children. She is also the most impressive and unforgettable teacher I have had in the past five years.

Teacher Zheng has been teaching me since the first grade. Mr. Zheng is of medium height, with short ears, a face and bright eyes. At that time, she had a daughter who was still very young and didn't go to primary school, so every day Teacher Zheng took her to a nearby kindergarten. Teacher Zheng's home is far away and there is no bus. He goes to work on foot. I went to school with her every day because I lived in her house at that time. And her daughter, regardless of wind, rain, snow, ice, she leads or holds her. In the past four years, Ms. Zheng has devoted all her enthusiasm to her classmates, and everyone's progress is permeated with her figure. Mr. Zheng has been teaching from grade one to grade four. At that time, my parents were going to Shaoxing Ke Qiao to do business, needless to say.

I remember crying a lot when I first entered school, but every time Mr. Zheng comforted me and encouraged me, I didn't cry at last. When I first entered school, I couldn't even write my own name. Let Mr. Zheng hold my hand and write slowly every time. Finally, I wrote my name, although it was crooked. Teacher Zheng is very happy and seems to have achieved something. And I was particularly timid when I was in the first grade, but after this "self-introduction" swimming, I became more courageous. The teacher pressed the student number, and I happened to be number 2. When it was my turn to introduce myself, I blushed like a monkey's ass and my voice was louder than a mosquito. Everyone couldn't hear a sound at all, but Mr. Zheng didn't laugh at me and encouraged me. Finally, I finally released my voice. What impressed me the most was the winter of three years, and the weather was particularly cold. One morning, the students arrived at school on time, but Mr. Zheng, who always came early, had not arrived yet. The students are chattering away. At this moment, the headmaster came. He told us that Mr. Zheng had a fever today and couldn't come to give you a class. I hope everyone will study hard. After listening, everyone began to study by themselves seriously. When the bell rang, Mr. Zheng ran into the classroom like a gust of wind. She is pale, but in good spirits. She still gave a complete lesson.

Teacher Zheng, I will never forget your affectionate words in these four years!