Praise my science teacher. 500-word essay. Urgent.

The stars are shining in the quiet night, and the teacher’s room is bright all night long. Whenever I gently walk by your window, the bright light shines on my heart. Ah, every time I think of you, my beloved teacher , waves of warmth stirred in my heart..." Whenever I hear this song, I think of my respectable teacher. Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I have entered the sixth grade. However, I still feel sorry for my fourth grade My head teacher, Teacher Zhang Jing, is full of respect, because she not only loves her students as much as she cares for her own children, but is also very dedicated. There are many examples that can show that Teacher Zhang loves her students like a child and is dedicated to her work, but there is one thing. It is deeply engraved in my mind. It all started with the autumn outing in the fourth grade. The weather was very good in the morning, but everyone wore less clothes, but the temperature dropped sharply at noon. The first floor of the library was so cold that we were shivering. When Teacher Zhang saw this, he was afraid that we would get sick from the cold. Hearing that there was an air conditioner on the first floor, he organized us to use the elevator to go downstairs. However, in order to remind us to pay attention to our safety when we got off the elevator, he did not. Pay attention to your feet. I fell and hit my arm. My face was covered in pain and I was sent to the hospital. The first period was the Chinese class. It was over! This time, Teacher Zhang must have broken his arm. I definitely can’t come. If this happens, won’t the class be in chaos? I thought to myself. As expected, Teacher Zhang didn’t come to the first class in the morning. "I don't know who shouted. The class exploded. The students were joking and joking to their heart's content. Five minutes had passed and the teacher hadn't come yet. The class was getting more and more noisy. I, the monitor, couldn't sit still anymore and asked everyone to take it. Self-study. Suddenly, I heard the familiar sound of footsteps, but it seemed particularly heavy today. I was wondering if it was Teacher Zhang who opened the door. Sure enough, it was Teacher Zhang who came. She was wearing a plaster, her face was pale and she had no energy. “Well, not bad. Know how to self-study. "She forced out a smile. In class that day, the students were extremely serious. I know that they must be deeply moved by Teacher Zhang's dedicated spirit like me. Teacher! We are the motherland. The flowers of the future, and you are the sunshine and rain that nourish us. When the little seed grows up, it will never forget the sunshine, rain and dew that once cared about it. Your warmth when it needs help the most, your labor will have a great impact. The harvest; your love and care will make us remember it for a long time; your every bit will make us understand your hard work...