There are more than 5 words about teachers in junior high school composition.

In my hometown, there is a small river, and a small bridge has been built on the river, named' Aisheng Bridge', which was built in memory of my little teacher Wang. Miss Wang, her name is Wang Guohua. She was only 19 years old when she first arrived in our village that year. She is of medium build, with two short braids. She looks quiet and delicate. When she opens her mouth, she smiles like our big sister. We all call her' Miss Wang.'

I'll never forget the moment when Miss Wang left us. On July 5, 1991, it was a black day in my heart. We had a final exam that day, and the heavy rain on July 4th caused the river to surge, and the small bamboo bridge in the river was not so stable under the impact of the flood.

It's too late to postpone the exam. Early in the morning, Miss Wang waited at the bridge to welcome every student who came to take the exam. I was the last one to get to the bridge, and it was still raining. I saw that Mr. Wang's clothes were already wet, and that hair was hanging freely on his face, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat. Teacher Wang was very happy when he saw eighteen students coming, and shouted,' Red, don't move, the teacher will pick you up.' On the other side of the small bridge that has not wobbled in the water, I shouted:' Miss Wang, don't come over, I can get there myself.' "No, it's too dangerous. The teacher will pick you up." Seeing Miss Wang's anxious look, I stood still. Miss Wang came along the bridge.' Red, you are relieved when you come to the teacher.' Holding me, I got on the bridge. At this time, the small bridge was already crumbling under the impact of the flood. When I reached less than two meters from the bridge, I heard a' click'. I knew that the situation was not good. I said,' Miss Wang, put me down! It will be lighter that way.' Red, don't be afraid, it's okay.'

Mr. Wang comforted me as he carefully moved forward. But I can already feel Mr. Wang's heart beating rapidly. Before I thought about it, I heard Teacher Wang shout' Red, jump up quickly!' Conveniently pushed me to the shore, with great strength, which I didn't expect at that time. Before my feet stood firm, I heard a click. Teacher Wang and the small bamboo bridge were washed away by the flood. Teacher Wang was submerged in the water and there was no shadow. We were stunned and at a loss. Stop time, cry, cry for help, earth-shattering. We shouted along the river:' Miss Wang, Miss Wang ...' and ran to the village to call people. When the villagers heard the shouts, they all rushed to the river and ran down the river for more than ten miles, but Miss Wang never showed up again. We cried, we shouted, and our teacher Wang left us without leaving a word.

After the flood, the village held a grand funeral for Miss Wang according to folk customs. That day, no one asked, no one informed, but everyone in the village didn't come. People lined up along the river bank, running and crying, praying for the soul of this 22-year-old mountain village female teacher. The old village head, who was called a' tough guy' by the villagers, didn't even shed a tear when his only son died in the counterattack battlefield against Vietnam. At this time, he cried like a tearful person. Grandma Wang, an 82-year-old five-guarantee household, was full of tears and repeatedly shouted,' Why don't I exchange my old bones for Miss Wang's life?' Said unexpectedly want to jump into the river for this is not a granddaughter, is better than a granddaughter of teacher wang company. All the people are expressing their grief for the young female teacher with tears. Eighteen of our students, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt in front as eighteen' dutiful sons' of Teacher Wang. Miss Wang Xiao didn't even leave a photo, only a notebook for preparing lessons and an old pen. In recent years, except for living expenses, all of Miss Wang's savings have been spent on our students and Grandma Wang, a five-guarantee household, and she is always so frugal that she is reluctant to buy a beautiful dress. What's more, she brought a box of heavy books and a' wish' she promised us not long ago. She said that after the final exam, in the summer vacation, with her salary, she would take us to visit the city and see the' Zuiweng Pavilion' in Ouyang Xiu's "Zuiweng Pavilion", and asked each of us to write a diary as a gift to the teacher after the tour. So, we look forward to the exam every day, looking forward to the summer vacation, but I didn't expect the bad news.

In the summer vacation of more than forty days, our eighteen students seem to have lost their souls. Every day, we have to go to the river and stare at the quietly flowing river. We hate this hateful river, which took the life of our teacher. How many times have we pleaded with the river: Teacher, please come back! We won't go to the city to play. Our children in the mountains are not blessed. As long as you are here, we will be the happiest children in the world. At this time, we really hope to have a' river god' and ask her to bring our wishes to Mr. Wang, so that we can see Mr. Wang again, even if it is a shadow. However, we are disappointed every time. Teacher Wang has gone and will never come back.

Five years ago, Mr. Wang gave up the opportunity to stay as a teacher in a school in the city and volunteered to be a teacher in our remote, poor and forgotten village. With Mr. Wang, there is a school in our village of more than 3 people. Because Mr. Wang doesn't charge tuition, he often buys books and pens for us, so girls like me can go to school. Unexpectedly, this guide who has just led us into the knowledge hall, our beloved teacher Wang, has thus finished his short and brilliant life.

In order to commemorate and commend the deeds of Miss Wang, the superior party and government decided to allocate special funds to build a bridge over the river, and the town engineering team volunteered to undertake the project. It took them only more than 3 days to build the bridge. Named' Aisheng Bridge'. And the deeds of Miss Wang are engraved on the bridge together with the names of eighteen students she taught in the first and last session, so that we can accompany Miss Wang forever.

Miss Wang left, and she took our eighteen hearts with her. All of our eighteen students were transferred to the town central primary school to study in shifts. The school exempted us from all study fees and gave us a lot of care.

In the past two years, although our study and life have been very substantial, we haven't missed Miss Wang for a moment. Whenever I pass the' Aisheng Bridge', I always stand for a long time and silently say to Miss Wang,' Miss Wang, don't worry! You went there for me. I must study hard, be a good teacher like you in the future, finish your unfinished business, and let your life continue on your students.'

I love the' Aisheng Bridge' in my hometown, because it was built by my teacher with her life. I love my little Miss Wang, because she made me understand the true meaning of life and taught me how to be a person who will live in people's hearts forever.